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, May 15, 2008
tired
these papers on desire are just, emotionally exhausting.
to write papers on desire, one has to be playful, suggestive, intelligent.
when one's stomach is hurting, hard to be suggestive.

[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] feeling whimsical
love and desire
gum and media
guns and boys
making magic
i don't mean to be bimbotic or anything, but sabri...
that funny old hurt
the world is melting
end of term blues
oberon

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