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 28, 2008 dropped things i lost my winter coat today. cos the hookah/tobacco shop that did dry-cleaning, closed down when they couldn't pay rent. and i walked down dryden, hoping to get my coat, and they had disappeared. and this happened in the same week the inkshop (an art gallery where i worked last year) got engulfed in fire, lost two presses, and the work of its artists. they managed it well--turned it into a beautiful commercial gimmick to draw the crowds. (this is why we need arsonists to burn down struggling bookshops, cos burning buildings have the immense capacity for generating sympathy and thus, money) but i think about jennifer, and neil, and their beautiful etchings lost to fire. but one must be matter of fact, and mature about these things. although it was a lovely coat. calvin klein, army green. it was also a steal. i bought it in chicago, black friday, '06. its got a lot of good memories in its pocket. spring '07, new york in december, newark airport. so after frustrated attempts at calling the shop, leaving notes, (and even calling the police--yeah, i kinda bewildered the police, but i guess i really wanted my coat back), i traded my disappointment for a north face on ebay. its an xs, but its huge, and its white. it makes me look like frosty the snowman. cool. now ive got camouflage in ithaca, when the foxes try to get at me. so jenn, i ask, do i look like a snowball? hmm, she says, while watching tv and eating (disgusting, american) mac and cheese, i think it's cute. i think about how i've lost glove after glove, and all the beanies ive dropped. pretty gap ones, guy's beanies (i love buying guy's sweaters and guy's beanies--they're so much warmer and more practical), crappy st mark's place beanies. one was a present from my mother. one i gave to a friend. one i dropped, and its loss proved a rather ominous symbol of something--but i'm really matter-of-fact about these things. now i have a rusky orange one, and a grey one with a rabbity furball thing on top. and badass black open finger gloves--good for driving and pretending to be a gangster in new york city. :) posted by dawn # 5:45 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] meeting my mom on facebook for the first time deja vu early mornings are full of ache. i intend to nurtu... the love of good things from spain, from singapore, with love. train stops apples and milk the girl and the mirror travelling packed [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 28, 2008

dropped things

i lost my winter coat today. cos the hookah/tobacco shop that did dry-cleaning, closed down when they couldn't pay rent. and i walked down dryden, hoping to get my coat, and they had disappeared. and this happened in the same week the inkshop (an art gallery where i worked last year) got engulfed in fire, lost two presses, and the work of its artists. they managed it well--turned it into a beautiful commercial gimmick to draw the crowds. (this is why we need arsonists to burn down struggling bookshops, cos burning buildings have the immense capacity for generating sympathy and thus, money) but i think about jennifer, and neil, and their beautiful etchings lost to fire. but one must be matter of fact, and mature about these things. although it was a lovely coat. calvin klein, army green. it was also a steal. i bought it in chicago, black friday, '06. its got a lot of good memories in its pocket. spring '07, new york in december, newark airport. so after frustrated attempts at calling the shop, leaving notes, (and even calling the police--yeah, i kinda bewildered the police, but i guess i really wanted my coat back), i traded my disappointment for a north face on ebay. its an xs, but its huge, and its white. it makes me look like frosty the snowman. cool. now ive got camouflage in ithaca, when the foxes try to get at me. so jenn, i ask, do i look like a snowball? hmm, she says, while watching tv and eating (disgusting, american) mac and cheese, i think it's cute. i think about how i've lost glove after glove, and all the beanies ive dropped. pretty gap ones, guy's beanies (i love buying guy's sweaters and guy's beanies--they're so much warmer and more practical), crappy st mark's place beanies. one was a present from my mother. one i gave to a friend. one i dropped, and its loss proved a rather ominous symbol of something--but i'm really matter-of-fact about these things. now i have a rusky orange one, and a grey one with a rabbity furball thing on top. and badass black open finger gloves--good for driving and pretending to be a gangster in new york city. :)

posted by dawn # 5:45 PM

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