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 Thursday, January 03, 2008 slowness went orchard tower-ing and tequilla shot-ing (lick, swallow, suck, she directs me) and then kampong glam shisha-ing with my cousin from australia. completely not me, but it's nice to see her happy. there will be saturday zouk too, which will be madness. i can see why foreigners think singapore is fun. im sleepy and slow now though, and all i really want to write about is how the dawn must have rushed into your (red-eyed, bleary) vision this morning as you took off, and how you must have been marvelling at how the sun rose so quickly because of the acceleration of the engines. all this rush, and then, your desire for slowness. posted by dawn # 8:43 AM Comments: actually, i was asleep before we even left the ground. :) # posted by Anonymous : 10:30 PM This comment has been removed by the author. # posted by Dawn Lim : 10:12 AM i watched the colors change as i moved above and underground. you are disgusting:) # posted by Dawn Lim : 10:14 AM 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] signed my contract for 308 wait avenue in ithaca, ... the reality cups dog days running towards strong arms thought candle on the water first day home. i'm tired, emotionally exhausted, ... betrayals [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

Thursday, January 03, 2008

slowness

went orchard tower-ing and tequilla shot-ing (lick, swallow, suck, she directs me) and then kampong glam shisha-ing with my cousin from australia. completely not me, but it's nice to see her happy. there will be saturday zouk too, which will be madness. i can see why foreigners think singapore is fun. im sleepy and slow now though, and all i really want to write about is how the dawn must have rushed into your (red-eyed, bleary) vision this morning as you took off, and how you must have been marvelling at how the sun rose so quickly because of the acceleration of the engines. all this rush, and then, your desire for slowness.

posted by dawn # 8:43 AM

Comments:

actually, i was asleep before we even left the ground. :)

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Anonymous : 10:30 PM

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Dawn Lim : 10:12 AM

i watched the colors change as i moved above and underground.
you are disgusting:)

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Dawn Lim : 10:14 AM