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, October 11, 2007 changing days it is turning colder. my body remembers. merve called yesterday, rather distraught. at dinner, my housemates ask me, what's it like, what's it like in new york? i remember the things that are constant, the people that stayed on with me. sam called today. it was raining. i emailed him a a picture of the fruits i ate for dessert. i went home. leon called too, with brendan, as usual in the background. "yeah, brendan says hi, by the way." those loser guys, smoking in the dorm toilets, discovering the secret of the universe in the toilet. and then i started rewriting my resume, and then the same norah jone song to be listened in third avenue north's blue room came on. and then im in manhattan again, maddie is telling me, that in the blue room, people get killed, it's a place in some european castle, and we're laughing, and our room looks like a disaster, and there's salt all over the table. i must have written the most brilliant papers in the blue room. next door, the korean girls sound like they're fighting like they do in korean. it's like that, they sound like they're arguing all the time, but really they're just happy. posted by dawn # 8:01 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'm supposed to be writing a paper for modern danc... song fond The view from outside the house for one part of the paper i have to write, i had t... 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... [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, October 11, 2007

changing days

it is turning colder. my body remembers.
merve called yesterday, rather distraught. at dinner, my housemates ask me, what's it like, what's it like in new york? i remember the things that are constant, the people that stayed on with me.
sam called today. it was raining. i emailed him a a picture of the fruits i ate for dessert.
i went home. leon called too, with brendan, as usual in the background. "yeah, brendan says hi, by the way." those loser guys, smoking in the dorm toilets, discovering the secret of the universe in the toilet.
and then i started rewriting my resume, and then the same norah jone song to be listened in third avenue north's blue room came on.
and then im in manhattan again, maddie is telling me, that in the blue room, people get killed, it's a place in some european castle, and we're laughing, and our room looks like a disaster, and there's salt all over the table. i must have written the most brilliant papers in the blue room. next door, the korean girls sound like they're fighting like they do in korean. it's like that, they sound like they're arguing all the time, but really they're just happy.

posted by dawn # 8:01 PM

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