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 Wednesday, November 21, 2007 the memory of a goldfish it's thanksgiving again. yesterday, a year ago, i was just flown-in and windswept. today, he is in the same house where he tried to teach me sledding, and i played the piano while his sister sang. wa wa wa i saw him this morning, and i could not speak. tomorrow upsets him, with all my plans. i hate how you can make all these plans, everyone involved in those plans are happy, and it takes one person outside it to express his disapproval, to make you just turn. perhaps he is merely tired, so he doesn't want to talk. perhaps he simply is tired perhaps, i am a selfish person. we deal with our own ghosts in our own ways, some ways, maybe are incompatible. he thinks that i don't love him. but i am only living where i am, and not loving him any less. unlikely that i would leave into the hands of another. he thinks i have the memory of a goldfish, and the intuition of a blind squirrel. he thinks. but i don't forget that easily. posted by dawn # 8:47 PM Comments: that was hilarious:) i like it. "men are idiots, especially when you love them." you should make that into a bumper sticker. i am well,i hope you are too. # posted by Dawn Lim : 9:10 PM 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] letter to yantai all of a sudden happiness differences Ultrasound in my own time Second winter just a thought shorter days dilemmas and thought experiments [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

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

the memory of a goldfish

it's thanksgiving again.
yesterday, a year ago, i was just flown-in and windswept. today, he is in the same house where he tried to teach me sledding, and i played the piano while his sister sang. wa wa wa
i saw him this morning, and i could not speak. tomorrow upsets him, with all my plans.
i hate how you can make all these plans, everyone involved in those plans are happy, and it takes one person outside it to express his disapproval, to make you just turn.
perhaps he is merely tired, so he doesn't want to talk. perhaps he simply is tired perhaps, i am a selfish person. we deal with our own ghosts in our own ways, some ways, maybe are incompatible.
he thinks that i don't love him. but i am only living where i am, and not loving him any less. unlikely that i would leave into the hands of another. he thinks i have the memory of a goldfish, and the intuition of a blind squirrel. he thinks. but i don't forget that easily.

posted by dawn # 8:47 PM

Comments:

that was hilarious:) i like it. "men are idiots, especially when you love them." you should make that into a bumper sticker. i am well,i hope you are too.

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Dawn Lim : 9:10 PM