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 Wednesday, March 26, 2008 cockroaches he told me that he let go of the cockroaches today after the lab experiments, so they could enjoy the beautiful weather. i told him, that was a very buddhist thing to say. i said it reminded me of a place i used to know, not here. that was a place where old people let go of crabs bought at markets, peace-offerings. i showed him a discussion i had with the singaporeans on food. that's really intense, he said. now he wants me to teach him how to use lah, mah, leh, hor, lor, and has valiantly attempted to add lah's and then a tentative question mark to the end of his sentences. it doesn't work that way, lah is a sign of power, lah is phallic, lah is impatience with strangers. i told him, it's really complicated, actually. i don't actually know why i speak the way i speak. posted by dawn # 8:56 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] thinking about home lah the artist forgiveness small press month! fyi horseshoe crabs spring equinox jerk tired spring and summer [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

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

cockroaches

he told me that he let go of the cockroaches today after the lab experiments, so they could enjoy the beautiful weather.
i told him, that was a very buddhist thing to say. i said it reminded me of a place i used to know, not here. that was a place where old people let go of crabs bought at markets, peace-offerings.
i showed him a discussion i had with the singaporeans on food. that's really intense, he said. now he wants me to teach him how to use lah, mah, leh, hor, lor, and has valiantly attempted to add lah's and then a tentative question mark to the end of his sentences. it doesn't work that way, lah is a sign of power, lah is phallic, lah is impatience with strangers. i told him, it's really complicated, actually. i don't actually know why i speak the way i speak.

posted by dawn # 8:56 PM

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