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
Monday, December 03, 2007
announcements!
cyril wong made it on time magazine!
his poetry has been framed as political rebellion, which is interesting in itself. anyway, http://cyrilwong.livejournal.com/