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 Monday, March 03, 2008 beautiful beautiful ithaca weather. i ran again today, right after class. i didn't actually need a sweatshirt, i could probably have just gone in shorts and a shirt, but that's ok. there's something about running past rapids in the sun and meeting other runners, the exchanges of good mornings and etc, that's wonderful. i'm actually really tired, i slept badly last night, yes i am crazy to go for hour-long runs thus. tomorrow is going to rain, which is good for me, cos the familiar ball-of-the-foot problem is back (yeah, i totally wonder why), and i need a sort of deterrent. i actually really want to go get myself a new pair of shoes but this week is so busy. the running keeps me from being stressed. and on another note, i miss valentine place with an odd sense of homesick. i hadn't felt this way last term, i resented the familiarity of valentine, the oppressiveness. i forgot about the familiarity till i went back to clear up the last of my shit last week. i'll go back to stay this weekend, perhaps. this crazy moving around resembles some metonymic displacement of desire--like i've been transferring the longing for home from one person to another person to another place to another city to another place, till i no longer know what is it i long for or seek. posted by dawn # 9:57 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] 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 sleeping animals [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

Monday, March 03, 2008

beautiful

beautiful ithaca weather. i ran again today, right after class. i didn't actually need a sweatshirt, i could probably have just gone in shorts and a shirt, but that's ok. there's something about running past rapids in the sun and meeting other runners, the exchanges of good mornings and etc, that's wonderful. i'm actually really tired, i slept badly last night, yes i am crazy to go for hour-long runs thus. tomorrow is going to rain, which is good for me, cos the familiar ball-of-the-foot problem is back (yeah, i totally wonder why), and i need a sort of deterrent. i actually really want to go get myself a new pair of shoes but this week is so busy. the running keeps me from being stressed.

and on another note, i miss valentine place with an odd sense of homesick. i hadn't felt this way last term, i resented the familiarity of valentine, the oppressiveness. i forgot about the familiarity till i went back to clear up the last of my shit last week. i'll go back to stay this weekend, perhaps. this crazy moving around resembles some metonymic displacement of desire--like i've been transferring the longing for home from one person to another person to another place to another city to another place, till i no longer know what is it i long for or seek.

posted by dawn # 9:57 AM

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