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 09, 2007 excess luggage today is national day. i'll be flying in two days, back to nyc, then packing up and leaving. i am packing now. packing for a long journey always leaves you with mixed feelings. most times, i've always left packing to the last minute -- shanghai was packing till 5; yantai was packing till 3, new york was not sleeping, repacking excess luggage at jfk, exhausted. i was talking to nurul, she was talking about alfian sa'at, she said, for all the dissatisfaction of sa'at with the country, in his writings, there is always love. we need to question the things we love, to affirm their existence. perhaps one characteristic of love is dissatisfaction. i think when people say, i'm sorry, i'm too young for love, it really means, i'm too young to be dissatisfied, to be the source of perpetual dissatisfaction. which makes me think of the opposite of dissatisfaction: apathy. if so many people today are apathetic, this lack of care must mean an absence of love. i hope i never will, or have not driven anyone to apathy. i hope the little dissatisfactions i feel (of the heat, of its barbarism) never overshadow my ability to love this country, and various people. posted by dawn # 2:42 AM 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] 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... i would look at all of you The adventures of Julie and a bright blue button SQ21 someone is playing a jazz trumpet in the quadrangl... [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 09, 2007

excess luggage

today is national day.
i'll be flying in two days, back to nyc, then packing up and leaving.
i am packing now.
packing for a long journey always leaves you with mixed feelings. most times, i've always left packing to the last minute -- shanghai was packing till 5; yantai was packing till 3, new york was not sleeping, repacking excess luggage at jfk, exhausted.
i was talking to nurul, she was talking about alfian sa'at, she said, for all the dissatisfaction of sa'at with the country, in his writings, there is always love. we need to question the things we love, to affirm their existence. perhaps one characteristic of love is dissatisfaction. i think when people say, i'm sorry, i'm too young for love, it really means, i'm too young to be dissatisfied, to be the source of perpetual dissatisfaction.
which makes me think of the opposite of dissatisfaction: apathy. if so many people today are apathetic, this lack of care must mean an absence of love. i hope i never will, or have not driven anyone to apathy. i hope the little dissatisfactions i feel (of the heat, of its barbarism) never overshadow my ability to love this country, and various people.

posted by dawn # 2:42 AM

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