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 Saturday, January 26, 2008 meeting my mom on facebook for the first time my mother just friended me on facebook. which raises a whole lot of questions. is facebook a corporate branding exercise for her (cos all her friends are her office buddies)? why didn't she say she was married? why am i immensely glad my facebook picture is a picture of me with a fuzzy dog, and not anything else? why do i intensely not like it when office people add me on facebook? why do i proceed to sift through their drinking photos, knowing that nothing--and everything--is at stake, and yet doing it with a certain self-deprecating, laugh-y sense of "oh it's just facebook, i'm just being completely stupid." i'm thinking now of e's crazy site-tracking program that monitored who had been on his lj, and where--get this, where--they're reading it from. barthes said ideology is when history (as a project by those in power) becomes confused with that which is natural--like it was meant to be all along. how many times have i said, "oh it's just facebook, it's just completely ridiculous, it's just facebook, it's one of those things." - today was the day she realised because she was not in love, she was never sad anymore. neither was she lonely like she had been when she was in love, because love was exclusionary and was lonely, and every attempt to break out of exclusion had been laced with guilt. but now that she was not in love anymore, she had stopped writing, she also had stopped breathing. she stopped noticing things, things she would ask the other to bear witness to. look, she said, look at this, now do you see what i see? now do you see what i see. posted by dawn # 7:50 AM 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] 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 beauty world [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

Saturday, January 26, 2008

meeting my mom on facebook for the first time

my mother just friended me on facebook. which raises a whole lot of questions. is facebook a corporate branding exercise for her (cos all her friends are her office buddies)? why didn't she say she was married? why am i immensely glad my facebook picture is a picture of me with a fuzzy dog, and not anything else? why do i intensely not like it when office people add me on facebook? why do i proceed to sift through their drinking photos, knowing that nothing--and everything--is at stake, and yet doing it with a certain self-deprecating, laugh-y sense of "oh it's just facebook, i'm just being completely stupid." i'm thinking now of e's crazy site-tracking program that monitored who had been on his lj, and where--get this, where--they're reading it from. barthes said ideology is when history (as a project by those in power) becomes confused with that which is natural--like it was meant to be all along. how many times have i said, "oh it's just facebook, it's just completely ridiculous, it's just facebook, it's one of those things."

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today was the day she realised because she was not in love, she was never sad anymore. neither was she lonely like she had been when she was in love, because love was exclusionary and was lonely, and every attempt to break out of exclusion had been laced with guilt. but now that she was not in love anymore, she had stopped writing, she also had stopped breathing. she stopped noticing things, things she would ask the other to bear witness to. look, she said, look at this, now do you see what i see? now do you see what i see.

posted by dawn # 7:50 AM

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