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 Sunday, August 24, 2008 browntown it's browntown here on eddy street! chandhni, my room mate has moved in, and with her, her parents. who have brought, from new york, a sack of indian bismati rice, spice racks (we have a--revolving--spice rack with 20 indian spices and things like galangal, tamarind, and amazing, demonic things that have no name, all handlabeled by soumya, chandhni's mom), and my garam masala! this is insane. and my first time living with another english major. pajama party every night, she says, grabbing the diary of anais nin from my shelf. i'm raiding this, she says. posted by dawn # 9:23 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] it's been pure madness, and i have just moved into... bayard street red moon clambake cars and dirt plant i wrote this after leaving for new york. Ars Poeti... the man at the gate breaking bread his mother gave me a silver and glass pendant, it'... [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

Sunday, August 24, 2008

browntown

it's browntown here on eddy street! chandhni, my room mate has moved in, and with her, her parents. who have brought, from new york, a sack of indian bismati rice, spice racks (we have a--revolving--spice rack with 20 indian spices and things like galangal, tamarind, and amazing, demonic things that have no name, all handlabeled by soumya, chandhni's mom), and my garam masala! this is insane. and my first time living with another english major. pajama party every night, she says, grabbing the diary of anais nin from my shelf. i'm raiding this, she says.

posted by dawn # 9:23 AM

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