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 Saturday, August 11, 2007 we've known each other since we were 9 or 10 im in new york again. i am disoriented by being thrown 12 hours behind. i talked to the steward on the plane. taking a flight is like undergoing an x-ray, he says. on the polar route to new york, he tells me, one travels closer to the sun, exposed to 3, 4 times as much radiation as the pacific route. the night before i left, i sent an email, and then called my brother at 2. i did not sleep till 6am. i slept an hour, and then took a flight. the flight took 18 hours. on the flight, i thought a lot, i thought about you in the sun. i gripped my pillow, and didn't loosen my hold on it. posted by dawn # 7:52 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] 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... i would look at all of you The adventures of Julie and a bright blue button [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

Saturday, August 11, 2007

we've known each other since we were 9 or 10

im in new york again. i am disoriented by being thrown 12 hours behind.
i talked to the steward on the plane. taking a flight is like undergoing an x-ray, he says. on the polar route to new york, he tells me, one travels closer to the sun, exposed to 3, 4 times as much radiation as the pacific route.
the night before i left, i sent an email, and then called my brother at 2. i did not sleep till 6am. i slept an hour, and then took a flight.
the flight took 18 hours. on the flight, i thought a lot, i thought about you in the sun. i gripped my pillow, and didn't loosen my hold on it.

posted by dawn # 7:52 PM

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