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

Saturday, December 06, 2008
things to do when you have lost your voice
caught a virus after spending 10 hours in post thanksgiving traffic, eating macdonald's veggie burgers, listening to my friend lu talk about his girl problems and frat problems and family problems, and problems from having moved from mongolia to china to boston to new jersey, before he fell asleep, emotionally exhausted, leaving me with the toughest part of the journey to work through wet, rained out highways and realise it would probably be a sleepless night with milton and baudrillard.

anyway, these are things to do when you have lost your voice:
live quietly. choose your words carefully, speak less, listen more. clean the mirrors and sink. drink a lot of water (preferably four glasses at every sitting). buy theraflu packets (daytime ones, without antihistamines). make tea--herbal, white or green. drink warm things. watch the steam rise from your mug. sleep enough. clear the bedstand of pills and medicine bottles--trick your body into thinking, wellness. minimise on salt and sugar. make soupy things for yourself, like chicken broth with corn and watercress and wholewheat spaghetti(lunch); like tomato-chicken soup with mushrooms and tofu (dinner). eat them slowly, thinking healthful thoughts about goodness and warmth. clean the kitchen (try not to get the room mate sick). buy a lot of tissue (i like kleenex anti-viral ones). do the laundry. spend a long time in the bath, so that the steam enters into you and moistens your airways. make yourself surrounded by love. use the quiet wisely, because you won't be ill like this in probably a long time.

[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] sick to the core
wedding glassware
am lit
break my hea-a-a-a-a-ar-t, break my heart
Comus, 1787
on the verge of a trembling
walking with grace
little moment
fannie and freddie
ithaca

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