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, March 28, 2008
geryon
you were born in the honduras, i said? that place of volcanoes and mountains? i ask. he laughs, i guess you can say there are a lot of volcanoes there. i am sorry, i am ignorant, i say. no, one needs to ask questions, he says, how else do you learn? we are processing forms in the public service center. we talk, because it has been a long week, because it is snowing, becuase there is no one to talk to, i haven't spoken to a winged person in some time. i know, i often joke that i need to marry an american he says. perhaps you, too, will leave behind, many husbands and many broken hearts, he says.

[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] responsibility
cockroaches
thinking about home
lah
the artist
forgiveness
small press month! fyi
horseshoe crabs
spring equinox
jerk

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