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 Thursday, March 20, 2008 spring equinox i feel very loved, very much like a child, very much in love. woke up to a drunken call from my mom and dad, "hey i'm passing the phone to the dog, say hi," i think i made my sister cry though, when i said, hey, i'm not coming home this year, or christmas, only going to be home next year, summer. there was a call from new york, and aunty zarina made me a ballerina cupcake!, then on arriving from london and new york, he went to wegmans at freaking 5am before the car was bound for new york again, to buy steaks. who the hell does that? because past years were always crappy--i was studying, or reeling from something bad, or i remember, in the midst of a really cruel breakup--a part of me thinks i'll wake up and realise, perhaps it was a dream, la vida es sueno. i'll bake myself an apple cake to make sure it is not. i am happy now, i wrote in an email last night, i give so much more of myself to people. and they give me so much. thank you for everything, all of you. - on another note, the american economy is in the complete pits now, and it worries me slightly, because i would very much like to find a good internship. posted by dawn # 2:33 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] jerk tired spring and summer green dragon day lovely arcana imperii traveling memories beautiful sunset mister sun [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

Thursday, March 20, 2008

spring equinox

i feel very loved, very much like a child, very much in love. woke up to a drunken call from my mom and dad, "hey i'm passing the phone to the dog, say hi," i think i made my sister cry though, when i said, hey, i'm not coming home this year, or christmas, only going to be home next year, summer. there was a call from new york, and aunty zarina made me a ballerina cupcake!, then on arriving from london and new york, he went to wegmans at freaking 5am before the car was bound for new york again, to buy steaks. who the hell does that? because past years were always crappy--i was studying, or reeling from something bad, or i remember, in the midst of a really cruel breakup--a part of me thinks i'll wake up and realise, perhaps it was a dream, la vida es sueno. i'll bake myself an apple cake to make sure it is not. i am happy now, i wrote in an email last night, i give so much more of myself to people. and they give me so much. thank you for everything, all of you.

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on another note, the american economy is in the complete pits now, and it worries me slightly, because i would very much like to find a good internship.

posted by dawn # 2:33 PM

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