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, February 28, 2008 the raven everyday at dusk, hundreds of ravens come to the tree outside our house to roost. against the sunset, on the top of the hill, silhouetted, almost magical. twilight, and ravens. in myths, the raven is a trickster figure, something like the winnebago trickster--intelligent, a creator, formless, androgynous, fluid. in the kitchen, i am a laughing woman. i sit with sasha, amidst the steam. i wonder what we'll all be, after college. we pause for a moment to take in the wonder of this life. i can't believe i met you at the shabbat dinner, and now you're living with me, she says. i can imagine you in san diego, in california, doing something. california, san diego. i laugh. spinach is being sauted--the smell of onions and butter. my chicken and tomatoes are frying. and in the oven, there is the smell of crust and ricotta. bundle up. i am already a stuffed whale, i reply. get your butt on a sled. in my mind, i am a raven, calling in the sunset, formless, androgenous, laughing. posted by dawn # 4:30 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] science and biology i try to say goodbye and i choke sunday brunch at the carriage house! and homemade ... metaphors fridays, at the public service center learning things clothes announcements sleeping animals replying to yantai my funny valentine [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, February 28, 2008

the raven

everyday at dusk, hundreds of ravens come to the tree outside our house to roost. against the sunset, on the top of the hill, silhouetted, almost magical. twilight, and ravens. in myths, the raven is a trickster figure, something like the winnebago trickster--intelligent, a creator, formless, androgynous, fluid.

in the kitchen, i am a laughing woman. i sit with sasha, amidst the steam. i wonder what we'll all be, after college. we pause for a moment to take in the wonder of this life. i can't believe i met you at the shabbat dinner, and now you're living with me, she says. i can imagine you in san diego, in california, doing something. california, san diego. i laugh. spinach is being sauted--the smell of onions and butter. my chicken and tomatoes are frying. and in the oven, there is the smell of crust and ricotta. bundle up. i am already a stuffed whale, i reply. get your butt on a sled. in my mind, i am a raven, calling in the sunset, formless, androgenous, laughing.

posted by dawn # 4:30 PM

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