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 Friday, February 22, 2008 fridays, at the public service center Benyah meets Rena for the first time. Rena has a cold. I am sorry, I have a slight cold, she apologises. She dusts the snow off her shoulders. It is great meeting you, she says, carefully attempting to sound how Americans sound: careless. How often shall we meet? asks Benyah. Rena replies. I want to meet you every week, so I can practice my English. I want to come up with topics, so I can prepare for them. Benyah says, sure, attempting not to sound too American, too careless. They walk out into the snow, and the flakes fall around them till I cannot tell one from the other. posted by dawn # 1:08 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] learning things clothes announcements sleeping animals replying to yantai my funny valentine home animal lives the republic from wikipedia, under the keyword search "biopower... Joyas Voladoras [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

Friday, February 22, 2008

fridays, at the public service center

Benyah meets Rena for the first time. Rena has a cold. I am sorry, I have a slight cold, she apologises. She dusts the snow off her shoulders. It is great meeting you, she says, carefully attempting to sound how Americans sound: careless. How often shall we meet? asks Benyah. Rena replies. I want to meet you every week, so I can practice my English. I want to come up with topics, so I can prepare for them. Benyah says, sure, attempting not to sound too American, too careless. They walk out into the snow, and the flakes fall around them till I cannot tell one from the other.

posted by dawn # 1:08 PM

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