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 19, 2008 train stops went for a highway code class today, with a sheriff, who talked about nightlife in ithaca, and professors who steal police cars. i left the house very early--it was eight, the first time seeing the landscape outside at eight. i drove around the commons and across the lake yesterday--it was beautiful to see dusk glide across the waters of cayuga lake. "this has got to be the scariest car ride i've ever experienced," j said, while i went crazy in an empty carpark pretending to drive a bumper car, and held up traffic on the main road, earning a dirty look from the driver behind me. there are two other cars in this house, and i might be getting enough practice to earn the third car. my house is filling up, and the spare bed and first floor and the pretty windows might potentially change the room into a bit of a train station. i think my name is winter--soon the waterfall i live across will freeze, and so will the landscape inside me. posted by dawn # 1:33 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] apples and milk the girl and the mirror travelling packed beauty world slowness signed my contract for 308 wait avenue in ithaca, ... the reality cups dog days [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 19, 2008

train stops

went for a highway code class today, with a sheriff, who talked about nightlife in ithaca, and professors who steal police cars. i left the house very early--it was eight, the first time seeing the landscape outside at eight. i drove around the commons and across the lake yesterday--it was beautiful to see dusk glide across the waters of cayuga lake. "this has got to be the scariest car ride i've ever experienced," j said, while i went crazy in an empty carpark pretending to drive a bumper car, and held up traffic on the main road, earning a dirty look from the driver behind me. there are two other cars in this house, and i might be getting enough practice to earn the third car. my house is filling up, and the spare bed and first floor and the pretty windows might potentially change the room into a bit of a train station. i think my name is winter--soon the waterfall i live across will freeze, and so will the landscape inside me.

posted by dawn # 1:33 PM

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