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 25, 2008 thinking about home ive been dreaming of home the past few days, old friends. chalene was laughing with me yesterday in my dream, and i talked to a woman about the beauty of shandong in another dream while waiting for the 5 train (5 train? was that new york, but i was sure it was singapore, but singapore doesnt have 5 trains) maybe i am homesick, not in a crippling, sad way, but the way you stand back and gaze from a distance and think, that's beautiful. - i swam today. i am getting quieter. spent the morning sitting in sangam by myself, listening to the conversations around me.i swam long, slow laps in an empty pool. the lifeguard let me swim, even though it was afterhours. i thought of Trois couleurs: Bleu. but i am not as skinny and vulnerable and pretty or in grief as juliette binoche. i am merely swimming alone in solitude. before i jumped in--without my glasses, i had a thought that there was no water in the pool, because its surface was completely still. afterall, it was afterhours, perhaps they had drained the pool. so for a moment, i thought i was jumping to my death. in that moment, i thought of nothing. it was completely empty. in the next moment, i was in the water, my eyes had been open in an attempt to hold in the last moments of life, and they hit the surface of the water like coins, and i began swimming. posted by dawn # 6:53 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] lah the artist forgiveness small press month! fyi horseshoe crabs spring equinox jerk tired spring and summer green dragon day [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 25, 2008

thinking about home

ive been dreaming of home the past few days, old friends. chalene was laughing with me yesterday in my dream, and i talked to a woman about the beauty of shandong in another dream while waiting for the 5 train (5 train? was that new york, but i was sure it was singapore, but singapore doesnt have 5 trains) maybe i am homesick, not in a crippling, sad way, but the way you stand back and gaze from a distance and think, that's beautiful.

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i swam today. i am getting quieter. spent the morning sitting in sangam by myself, listening to the conversations around me.i swam long, slow laps in an empty pool. the lifeguard let me swim, even though it was afterhours. i thought of Trois couleurs: Bleu. but i am not as skinny and vulnerable and pretty or in grief as juliette binoche. i am merely swimming alone in solitude. before i jumped in--without my glasses, i had a thought that there was no water in the pool, because its surface was completely still. afterall, it was afterhours, perhaps they had drained the pool. so for a moment, i thought i was jumping to my death. in that moment, i thought of nothing. it was completely empty. in the next moment, i was in the water, my eyes had been open in an attempt to hold in the last moments of life, and they hit the surface of the water like coins, and i began swimming.

posted by dawn # 6:53 AM

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