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 learning things in winter, you learn what is simple, and necessary. how to be kind, but to be honest. how to be forgiving, but not too much. how to bring people together today, benzah, this is rena, i said. rena, this is benzah. rena, anxious, suffering from a cold, saying, i want to practice english, i want to meet you every week, i want us to discuss topics, set topics, so i can prepare topics , benzah, saying, we will meet every week then. get well soon, i tell rena. how to be the one who brings people together, the one wearing an oversized HEAD GARDENER t-shirt and striped tights. do you know how to keep warm, and cool at the same time? not by closing the windows, but opening the windows, letting the draft enter to meet the heated air. how one puts a bowl of water out, to keep the room moist. how to put a towel under the door to keep the light out. how to walk across the bridge, where the snow is glistening, how to say into the phone, guess what? i'm looking at the lunar eclipse, and you know what's the funniest thing? no one else is looking. how to say, we could be in love, but we are not in love, we would not be in love. how to step into class, where we are debating over the importance of lunar eclipses. how to cook soba and spinach till it is perfect, how to heat soymilk. how to sleep, do you know how to sleep? you ask to be free, that is how you sleep. how to put salt in the pot of potatoes, so that it boils faster. how to stop onions from making you cry, you immerse them in water. all these things, completely insignificant, completely simple. how to read, do you know how to read? how you let the text first take you away, and then you arrest its seduction. how to live? to forgive yourself, but not too much. how to speak, i still need to learn how to speak. how to enter, when there are no more tickets. "we will pretend to me ushers," i tell her, "we will both wear white shirts and black pants, and then we will enter. see you at 7pm." i felt a recognition on thursday that i didn't want to admit. you will have to know, what it is like there, what are the possibilities, i want to know what you will choose, he said, let's make an office appointment in two weeks' time, i enjoy talking to you. how in another's office, it is a dance of competence, both of us, dancing through the books; and the other professor, who meets in a nervous embrace. how to be happy in another country, is to be passing a recipe book to another, something like a secret conspiracy, except the recipe book is in spanish, and i have no idea why it is in my hands. he says, "but you cannot compare yourself to them. for you are doing what you can, and this is not your country, not at the moment." and i look over the quad, where it is snowing, everything is white, completely white, and i say, "yes, but i like it here," and i like it here too, he says in his thick peruvian accent, and we look over the snow, and we laugh ironically, because the places we come from are so hot. and i want to say, yes, it is not my country, but this country was never anyone's to begin with, it was never theirs. but i leave it at that, say goodbye, and walk up the hill. posted by dawn # 12:06 PM Comments: so how do you make awesome soba. pak # posted by Anonymous : 5:58 PM 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] clothes announcements sleeping animals replying to yantai my funny valentine home animal lives the republic from wikipedia, under the keyword search "biopower... Joyas Voladoras duck time [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

learning things

in winter, you learn what is simple, and necessary.
how to be kind, but to be honest. how to be forgiving, but not too much.
how to bring people together today, benzah, this is rena, i said. rena, this is benzah. rena, anxious, suffering from a cold, saying, i want to practice english, i want to meet you every week, i want us to discuss topics, set topics, so i can prepare topics , benzah, saying, we will meet every week then. get well soon, i tell rena. how to be the one who brings people together, the one wearing an oversized HEAD GARDENER t-shirt and striped tights.
do you know how to keep warm, and cool at the same time? not by closing the windows, but opening the windows, letting the draft enter to meet the heated air.
how one puts a bowl of water out, to keep the room moist. how to put a towel under the door to keep the light out.
how to walk across the bridge, where the snow is glistening, how to say into the phone, guess what? i'm looking at the lunar eclipse, and you know what's the funniest thing? no one else is looking.
how to say, we could be in love, but we are not in love, we would not be in love.
how to step into class, where we are debating over the importance of lunar eclipses.
how to cook soba and spinach till it is perfect, how to heat soymilk. how to sleep, do you know how to sleep? you ask to be free, that is how you sleep. how to put salt in the pot of potatoes, so that it boils faster. how to stop onions from making you cry, you immerse them in water. all these things, completely insignificant, completely simple.
how to read, do you know how to read? how you let the text first take you away, and then you arrest its seduction.
how to live? to forgive yourself, but not too much. how to speak, i still need to learn how to speak.
how to enter, when there are no more tickets. "we will pretend to me ushers," i tell her, "we will both wear white shirts and black pants, and then we will enter. see you at 7pm."
i felt a recognition on thursday that i didn't want to admit. you will have to know, what it is like there, what are the possibilities, i want to know what you will choose, he said, let's make an office appointment in two weeks' time, i enjoy talking to you.
how in another's office, it is a dance of competence, both of us, dancing through the books; and the other professor, who meets in a nervous embrace.
how to be happy in another country, is to be passing a recipe book to another, something like a secret conspiracy, except the recipe book is in spanish, and i have no idea why it is in my hands. he says, "but you cannot compare yourself to them. for you are doing what you can, and this is not your country, not at the moment." and i look over the quad, where it is snowing, everything is white, completely white, and i say, "yes, but i like it here," and i like it here too, he says in his thick peruvian accent, and we look over the snow, and we laugh ironically, because the places we come from are so hot. and i want to say, yes, it is not my country, but this country was never anyone's to begin with, it was never theirs. but i leave it at that, say goodbye, and walk up the hill.

posted by dawn # 12:06 PM

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so how do you make awesome soba.

pak

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