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 Tuesday, January 22, 2008 early mornings are full of ache. i intend to nurture quietness. this term--physically demanding, requires physical discipline. early classes, late night classes in the heart of winter, also many classes and many books, science class too. good for me, will make me strong. we will all become strong. posted by dawn # 6:01 AM Comments: hey love. i have no space for words these days, i dont know why. i hope you are well, and happy. you will be strong. -nj # posted by Anonymous : 3:22 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] the love of good things 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, ... [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

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

early mornings are full of ache. i intend to nurture quietness.

this term--physically demanding, requires physical discipline. early classes, late night classes in the heart of winter, also many classes and many books, science class too. good for me, will make me strong. we will all become strong.

posted by dawn # 6:01 AM

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hey love. i have no space for words these days, i dont know why. i hope you are well, and happy. you will be strong.
-nj

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[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 love of good things
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, ...

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