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 interlude Hippolyta: How chance Moonshine is gone before Thisbe comes back and finds her lover? Theseus: She will find him by starlight. Here she comes; and her passion ends the play. (A Midsummer's Night Dream, 5.1.302-3) posted by dawn # 8:53 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] dropped things 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 [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

interlude

Hippolyta: How chance Moonshine is gone before Thisbe comes back and finds her lover?
Theseus: She will find him by starlight. Here she comes; and her passion ends the play.

(A Midsummer's Night Dream, 5.1.302-3)

posted by dawn # 8:53 PM

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[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] dropped things
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

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