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, April 14, 2008 a big room i am not staying in harlem in summer, i have decided to go all midtown with a professional model as a roomate. it's going to be hilarious. i will probably get totally homesick and lonely, so i am making sure there is a place i can return to in ithaca time and again. i might possibly get a chance to see ted leo in hoboken, jersey, cos justin got tickets for a vegan cult band, which the jersey indie circle suspects is actually him. that's all very cool. i sent out an email to someone last night which was full of rage, it was so angry that i surprised myself, and i am subsequently exhausted this morning. but i woke up absolutely sure of myself. wake up, sleepy, i felt the sudden urge to say, to no one in particular. wake up, sleepy, i wanted someone to say. you know what i'm thinking? of a big room that is completely unfurnished. i'm thinking of you raking leaves in the lawn with your dad, a chip off the cheesy joke block, you say. he's just dyed his hair. there's duct tape on the car's side mirror. you're going to go running. we have no expectations about the weather, we've never had any. posted by dawn # 10:13 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] when the thunder called relieved mothers and brothers clearing up horses very interesting pneumonia summer ambitions this is messed up - happy april's fools:) gold [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, April 14, 2008

a big room

i am not staying in harlem in summer, i have decided to go all midtown with a professional model as a roomate. it's going to be hilarious. i will probably get totally homesick and lonely, so i am making sure there is a place i can return to in ithaca time and again. i might possibly get a chance to see ted leo in hoboken, jersey, cos justin got tickets for a vegan cult band, which the jersey indie circle suspects is actually him. that's all very cool.
i sent out an email to someone last night which was full of rage, it was so angry that i surprised myself, and i am subsequently exhausted this morning. but i woke up absolutely sure of myself. wake up, sleepy, i felt the sudden urge to say, to no one in particular. wake up, sleepy, i wanted someone to say. you know what i'm thinking? of a big room that is completely unfurnished. i'm thinking of you raking leaves in the lawn with your dad, a chip off the cheesy joke block, you say. he's just dyed his hair. there's duct tape on the car's side mirror. you're going to go running. we have no expectations about the weather, we've never had any.

posted by dawn # 10:13 AM

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