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, June 02, 2008 i heart new york to overgeneralise. i think i'm beginning to be able to tell the difference between a jersey and a new york accent. the jersey accent feels more, homely, lazier, singsongy (maybe i associate these qualities with justin, thus jersey and justin are inextricable); the new york accent sounds sharper, more nasal, and slippy. this hardly makes sense, but i think it does. today, sorted through royalty statements and read through unsolicited manuscripts, the slush pile. then i sent out 2 rejection letters, and one maybe-but-we-need-to-see-50-more-pages-and-then-we'll-see, and then, i felt bad. but not bad for too long, because the sun that fell on me when i got out of the cathedral parkway subway entrance was lo-ve-ly. i wish i had the self-assuredness of sophia, sophia with her little black dresses and cigarettes, but that's ok. posted by dawn # 4:01 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] beautiful justin running with donald tired feeling whimsical love and desire gum and media guns and boys making magic i don't mean to be bimbotic or anything, but sabri... [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, June 02, 2008

i heart new york

to overgeneralise. i think i'm beginning to be able to tell the difference between a jersey and a new york accent. the jersey accent feels more, homely, lazier, singsongy (maybe i associate these qualities with justin, thus jersey and justin are inextricable); the new york accent sounds sharper, more nasal, and slippy. this hardly makes sense, but i think it does.
today, sorted through royalty statements and read through unsolicited manuscripts, the slush pile. then i sent out 2 rejection letters, and one maybe-but-we-need-to-see-50-more-pages-and-then-we'll-see, and then, i felt bad. but not bad for too long, because the sun that fell on me when i got out of the cathedral parkway subway entrance was lo-ve-ly. i wish i had the self-assuredness of sophia, sophia with her little black dresses and cigarettes, but that's ok.

posted by dawn # 4:01 PM

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