Reading a Fellini biography; and watching many Fellini movies, plus other bits of Italian neorealism – it's avoidant, I know (still fallow after that long trip, must get back to work).
I've always loved a few things of Fellini – notably Satyricon – but I didn't know any of the early work; it's addictive – sentimentally charged Italian lifestyles of the 1950s; I find it startlingly easy to identify with these people.
And with their problems, as in 8-1/2: "I really don't have anything to say… but I want to say it all the same."
It is even affecting my dreams: which are now of circuses and symbols….
Asa nisi masa! Asa nisi masa!
Paul Attinello 
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