HOLD ON TIGHT

HE SAID, MARIE, MARIE, HOLD ON TIGHT And when we were children, staying at the archduke's, My cousin's, he took me out on a sled, And I was frightened. He said, Marie, Marie, hold on tight. And down we went. In the mountains, there you feel free. I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter. ~ The Waste Land, "The Burial of The Dead", Eliot Thursday, August 16, 2007 now that she's back in the atmosphere outside there is a strong wind piping up. it will storm soon. the maple leaves are making a sound that is like the rush of water, even the cicadas are silent. my room is hot from afternoon in summer, but soon it will be cooler. posted by dawn # 3:36 PM Comments: Post a Comment << Home		[publishing] Publishers Weekly . Dystel & Goderich . New York Center for Independent Publishing . Association of American University Presses . Society of Children's Book Writers and Illustrators [people] clarisse . nurul . aunty zarina (ummi's bakery) . jeremy . pak . cyril . softblow . karen & kenny (booksactually) . eric . joel . [other loves] digitaljournalist . ballet dictionary . poetshouse . urbanwordnyc [me] dawn, singapore, new york city, ithaca. [yesterday] i am in ithaca now, learning new roads, navigating... we've known each other since we were 9 or 10 ANNOUNCEMENT! excess luggage In the sun i have been operating on two time zones for the pa... certain places reminder from rich this has been one of the happiest weeks of my life... When Tracy cut my hair, she would stand very strai... [archives] January 2007 February 2007 March 2007 April 2007 May 2007 July 2007 August 2007 September 2007 October 2007 November 2007 December 2007 January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009

HE SAID, MARIE, MARIE, HOLD ON TIGHT

And when we were children, staying at the archduke's,
My cousin's, he took me out on a sled,
And I was frightened. He said, Marie,
Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.
In the mountains, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.

~ The Waste Land, "The Burial of The Dead", Eliot

Thursday, August 16, 2007

now that she's back in the atmosphere

outside there is a strong wind piping up. it will storm soon. the maple leaves are making a sound that is like the rush of water, even the cicadas are silent. my room is hot from afternoon in summer, but soon it will be cooler.

posted by dawn # 3:36 PM

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[me] dawn, singapore, new york city, ithaca.

[yesterday] i am in ithaca now, learning new roads, navigating...
we've known each other since we were 9 or 10
ANNOUNCEMENT!
excess luggage
In the sun
i have been operating on two time zones for the pa...
certain places
reminder from rich
this has been one of the happiest weeks of my life...
When Tracy cut my hair, she would stand very strai...

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