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 13, 2008 travelling i'm packing up again, leaving this house. moving to the house up the hill. packing and touching old things. it's a bit like grief. new york was playing with genies with leon, like children. i thought someone was knocking at the door. it's the wind, leon said. he seemed really faraway and small. i'm scared, i told him. don't sleep yet, wait till it goes away, he said. i'll stay up till you get to sleep. like walking someone home, i said. i left new york yesterday, after chasing cars in jersey. goodbye old brother, i said to leon, write me. travelling with a guitar is like travelling with a friend. kalmaljee was in front of me, pure coincidence. the bus driver made conversation over guitars and nursery rhymes and childhood. we were in the catskill mountains. ithaca via binghamton. new york state is beautiful and disarming in the darkness. i thought about stories in the dark: a woman sewing scarves out of tears, children playing broken telephone, a dying goldfish. i finally got in at valentine place. ithaca seems smaller than i remembered it as, after the flying. will stay here for the last couple of nights before i leave again. posted by dawn # 10:03 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] packed beauty world slowness signed my contract for 308 wait avenue in ithaca, ... the reality cups dog days running towards strong arms thought [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 13, 2008

travelling

i'm packing up again, leaving this house. moving to the house up the hill. packing and touching old things. it's a bit like grief.

new york was playing with genies with leon, like children. i thought someone was knocking at the door. it's the wind, leon said. he seemed really faraway and small. i'm scared, i told him. don't sleep yet, wait till it goes away, he said. i'll stay up till you get to sleep. like walking someone home, i said. i left new york yesterday, after chasing cars in jersey. goodbye old brother, i said to leon, write me.

travelling with a guitar is like travelling with a friend. kalmaljee was in front of me, pure coincidence. the bus driver made conversation over guitars and nursery rhymes and childhood. we were in the catskill mountains. ithaca via binghamton. new york state is beautiful and disarming in the darkness. i thought about stories in the dark: a woman sewing scarves out of tears, children playing broken telephone, a dying goldfish. i finally got in at valentine place. ithaca seems smaller than i remembered it as, after the flying. will stay here for the last couple of nights before i leave again.

posted by dawn # 10:03 AM

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