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, January 17, 2008
apples and milk
we walked up the hill with our bags full of apples and milk, smelt the smell of burning firewood. up buffalo street, a straight road lined with lights that stretches all the way from east to west, absolutely straight, so that from the top of the hill, you can see the terrain of ithaca, winding, jealous. would you like to buy something else? maybe rice? 10 kg of rice? i laughed. we kept walking through the snow and my butt hurt so bad, but we finally got to the top of the hill, where the air was fresh and i felt new in a way i hadn't felt in so long.

[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] the girl and the mirror
travelling
packed
beauty world
slowness
signed my contract for 308 wait avenue in ithaca, ...
the reality
cups
dog days
running towards

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