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 Monday, January 21, 2008 the love of good things yesterday, speaking across many rivers, i said goodbye to a best friend--we're promising to be still until we meet again, and then re-evaluating the situation during christmas. it's the stuff of games and dreams--two bears playing hide-and-seek. i'll stay here, count to 300, go and hide, we'll meet at the foot of the hill. i messed up the goodbye by getting angry, for no reason, really. he tasked me to pick up sticks and build myself a good tent in the field, so no harm would come to me. i got mad, i said, i can look after myself. he got extremely sad. i can't ever love this part of you, he said. i can't love that part of myself, either. i intend to hide till it's time to surface again. in the time spent counting to 300, i intend to get over my fear of the dark and other monsters. i'll hunt out ducks and geese in the field, maybe we'll be able to sit by the fire and i'll cook a pot of golden things for both of us. the meal might not be romantic, it might be laced with sadness even, sadness, and ultimately the love of one another, and the love of good things. all the best for your exams, and keep warm. posted by dawn # 5:15 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] from spain, from singapore, with love. train stops apples and milk the girl and the mirror travelling packed beauty world slowness signed my contract for 308 wait avenue in ithaca, ... the reality [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

Monday, January 21, 2008

the love of good things

yesterday, speaking across many rivers, i said goodbye to a best friend--we're promising to be still until we meet again, and then re-evaluating the situation during christmas. it's the stuff of games and dreams--two bears playing hide-and-seek. i'll stay here, count to 300, go and hide, we'll meet at the foot of the hill. i messed up the goodbye by getting angry, for no reason, really. he tasked me to pick up sticks and build myself a good tent in the field, so no harm would come to me. i got mad, i said, i can look after myself. he got extremely sad. i can't ever love this part of you, he said. i can't love that part of myself, either. i intend to hide till it's time to surface again. in the time spent counting to 300, i intend to get over my fear of the dark and other monsters. i'll hunt out ducks and geese in the field, maybe we'll be able to sit by the fire and i'll cook a pot of golden things for both of us. the meal might not be romantic, it might be laced with sadness even, sadness, and ultimately the love of one another, and the love of good things. all the best for your exams, and keep warm.

posted by dawn # 5:15 PM

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