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, September 22, 2007 for one part of the paper i have to write, i had to write a sestina with the words Presence, Hearing, Rain, Names, Dawn, Asleep, it had to be in the voice of a kashmir man living in manhattan and it took me hours. posted by dawn # 10:50 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] to all coldplay lovers, announcement! excerpts from various poems i am working on was supposed to do my work, instead i ended up loo... i said, congratulations, i think your baby is beau... the people in my life drive me crazy and i love them an old classmate sent me a short message. i will h... way down upon the suwannee river i don't believe in the power of poetry. i think po... saussure and classes, dancing, made me happy today... the road behind the house [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, September 22, 2007

for one part of the paper i have to write, i had to write a sestina with the words Presence, Hearing, Rain, Names, Dawn, Asleep, it had to be in the voice of a kashmir man living in manhattan and it took me hours.

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[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] to all coldplay lovers, announcement!
excerpts from various poems i am working on
was supposed to do my work, instead i ended up loo...
i said, congratulations, i think your baby is beau...
the people in my life drive me crazy and i love them
an old classmate sent me a short message. i will h...
way down upon the suwannee river
i don't believe in the power of poetry. i think po...
saussure and classes, dancing, made me happy today...
the road behind the house

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