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 Tuesday, March 04, 2008 mister sun as this is a lonelier semester than last semester (this is what i get when i quit dance, move into a new house, start working in a serious press, do independent study--lectures aren't lonely, but it is lonely to be reaching into a universe of infinite ideas, and designing your own course), the solution is, I NEED MORE SUN! SUN! SUN! WHERE ARE YOU! I MISSED MY MORNING JOG, SUN! :) i'm so ridiculous:) but i do need to be more careful about how i thread. i can feel it in my bones. that i am an old bird, i honestly am (said the same way i told sasha, i'm an old bird. yes, you are an old bird, they laughed) reminder to self: i have a story about "the messenger", setting yantai, that i want to write out. posted by dawn # 1:18 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] beautiful so sweet, and so cold the raven 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 [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

Tuesday, March 04, 2008

mister sun

as this is a lonelier semester than last semester (this is what i get when i quit dance, move into a new house, start working in a serious press, do independent study--lectures aren't lonely, but it is lonely to be reaching into a universe of infinite ideas, and designing your own course), the solution is, I NEED MORE SUN! SUN! SUN! WHERE ARE YOU! I MISSED MY MORNING JOG, SUN! :) i'm so ridiculous:) but i do need to be more careful about how i thread. i can feel it in my bones. that i am an old bird, i honestly am (said the same way i told sasha, i'm an old bird. yes, you are an old bird, they laughed)

reminder to self: i have a story about "the messenger", setting yantai, that i want to write out.

posted by dawn # 1:18 PM

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