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 Friday, April 25, 2008 eve was smarter than adam he's writing a song, he says. what's it about i ask, i'm not telling you, he says. so that means it's about me, i say. you're horrible, he says. what's it called, i ask. providence, he says. that's horrible, i say, and tacky too, please change the title. what the hell, he says, you're horrible. change it to, "i do kungfu and kill people while cooking with the other hand," i say, "change it to horseshoe crabs" i'm writing about forgiveness for one of my papers. i also attended a talk yesterday, the speaker was speaking about the renaissance through pictures. at least eve was smarter than adam, he said, adam was stupid, he didn't make a choice like eve, he just took what landed in his plate. / on another note, i am sad that i probably didn't get the job--will call them on monday--that looking back at my old writing, i had a lot more to write about than i do now. then, everything was sublime. now my mind is a cesspool that is festering with flies, ambitious plans and living plans, emptied of faith, without an opinion, devoid of compassion. i felt like a robot at work at the press today, one of the editors downstairs said, "god you're too young to be in this place when it is so beautiful out, tell your boss you are sick." last night i dreamt i was a mother. it sucked being a mother. posted by dawn # 7:09 AM Comments: i dreamt i was a father once and i was petrified my child would follow in my footsteps. pak # posted by Anonymous : 5:15 PM sigh you have many faces--not all are terrible. and im sure you would like the kid to be a bit of you, a bit not of you, and bit of himself. :) dawn # posted by Anonymous : 7:50 AM 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] i'm so blue today. new york city gets you down lik... back children's book week growth dividends at least a little bit a big room when the thunder called relieved mothers and brothers clearing up [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

Friday, April 25, 2008

eve was smarter than adam

he's writing a song, he says. what's it about i ask, i'm not telling you, he says. so that means it's about me, i say. you're horrible, he says. what's it called, i ask. providence, he says. that's horrible, i say, and tacky too, please change the title. what the hell, he says, you're horrible. change it to, "i do kungfu and kill people while cooking with the other hand," i say, "change it to horseshoe crabs"
i'm writing about forgiveness for one of my papers. i also attended a talk yesterday, the speaker was speaking about the renaissance through pictures. at least eve was smarter than adam, he said, adam was stupid, he didn't make a choice like eve, he just took what landed in his plate.

/ on another note, i am sad that i probably didn't get the job--will call them on monday--that looking back at my old writing, i had a lot more to write about than i do now. then, everything was sublime. now my mind is a cesspool that is festering with flies, ambitious plans and living plans, emptied of faith, without an opinion, devoid of compassion. i felt like a robot at work at the press today, one of the editors downstairs said, "god you're too young to be in this place when it is so beautiful out, tell your boss you are sick." last night i dreamt i was a mother. it sucked being a mother.

posted by dawn # 7:09 AM

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i dreamt i was a father once and i was petrified my child would follow in my footsteps.

pak

# posted by

Anonymous : 5:15 PM

sigh you have many faces--not all are terrible. and im sure you would like the kid to be a bit of you, a bit not of you, and bit of himself. :) dawn

# posted by

Anonymous : 7:50 AM