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 Sunday, January 06, 2008 packed i'm packed the day before for the first time--half the weight composed of things for other people. just like when i came back. it's funny to be in love with two places at one time. perhaps my life will always be composed of many loves, some often conflicting. last night i led a prayer for my sister. it was my first time. i've come to realise that people need me here and my presence matters, because of how immensely fragile they are. yesterday, lia left, we all knew it would be the last time she saw my grandfather. don't worry, i said to grandpa, i still am here for the moment. of the 2 rejected notebooks i stitched at books actually, one went to my grandfather, who is using it as a sketchbook now. people inspire me here--they do so much with the little they have. and people inspire me there too. because they live by certain ideals, no matter how abstract or obtuse they are. i just called judy in ithaca--she was supposed to have a hip replacement operation, that good ol' bird, and its comforting to hear her. when preaching to her the benefits of feeling whatever , i talked about feeling absolutely whatever, when i jumped out of a plane. so we should go skydiving together i said, just for the sake of being outrageous, and she fell out of her seat. it's really hot and wet here, i said. but it's home, she said. yes, and i have two homes, i said, and that's wonderful, she said. posted by dawn # 6:47 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] beauty world slowness signed my contract for 308 wait avenue in ithaca, ... the reality cups dog days running towards strong arms thought candle on the water [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

Sunday, January 06, 2008

packed

i'm packed the day before for the first time--half the weight composed of things for other people. just like when i came back. it's funny to be in love with two places at one time. perhaps my life will always be composed of many loves, some often conflicting. last night i led a prayer for my sister. it was my first time. i've come to realise that people need me here and my presence matters, because of how immensely fragile they are. yesterday, lia left, we all knew it would be the last time she saw my grandfather. don't worry, i said to grandpa, i still am here for the moment. of the 2 rejected notebooks i stitched at books actually, one went to my grandfather, who is using it as a sketchbook now. people inspire me here--they do so much with the little they have. and people inspire me there too. because they live by certain ideals, no matter how abstract or obtuse they are. i just called judy in ithaca--she was supposed to have a hip replacement operation, that good ol' bird, and its comforting to hear her. when preaching to her the benefits of feeling whatever , i talked about feeling absolutely whatever, when i jumped out of a plane. so we should go skydiving together i said, just for the sake of being outrageous, and she fell out of her seat. it's really hot and wet here, i said. but it's home, she said. yes, and i have two homes, i said, and that's wonderful, she said.

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