Author: paulattinello
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Post-Pacific
Possibly the worst mistake of my post-Pacific years – since 2002, that is; since I have no longer lived in my beloved San Francisco, in Los Angeles, in Hong Kong, since I was kicked out of Australia – is inanely watching television. I used to watch television very little; since the collapse of my Aussie…
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Sudden dimnesses
Worrisome news from Paris. M. is not well, in a way that too much resembles my experience this summer. Which cannot possibly be contagious…. And in the back of my mind, as I continue to work rapidly through the plans for the book with Gerhard, is a worry: if I do indeed move forward through…
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… among artists
I am too sleepy to write much, or entirely coherently, after a long bath, bath oils, relaxed. Until the water is not very hot. Gerhard has been here for three days, then two days more, working on the book about him and his work. And Kunsu's work floats around with it of course, his ideas…
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From Berlin
[Something I wrote in 1989… and now it is the twentieth anniversary of these events.] Amazed, sitting in a restaurant and reading of the collapse of the Wall, that vast shift in the meaning of our world’s past. The bizarre responses of people, Easterners who stay up all night and see real, free capitalist stores…
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Short List
So: exactly one long month after my last substantive (from my point of view) post, interrupted by only one jeu d'esprit about coffee… I keep thinking of the blog, of all the many large and subtle shifts that have taken place in that month, and keep feeling rather guilty for not writing about them… but…
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A cup of coffee
I have a dreadful confession to make:… I don't actually like coffee. Which is perhaps why I've never finished writing a book, why my writing/working/career have all tended to drift around chaotically rather than moving forward in an efficient, organized… no, that's probably just me, isn't it. I was particularly ruthless in disposing last month…
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Smart guys
(First of all: I'm sorry there have been no blog entries for what, a month – no, five weeks. I am improving, especially rapidly lately, though I did no traveling this summer; I am still intermittently tired and fretful, but more often just fine.) Tomorrow is the first day that we face all those new…
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Madness
A day of catching up, cleaning up, getting things done… toward evening, rather than getting back to my research or writing (sorry about that), I read the beginning of Lydia Salvyre's The Lecture, and then saw – unexpectedly – the last episode of season one of the television show Dollhouse. The Lecture is funny, bizarre, ridiculous;…
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Dying / not-dying
Feeling well today. Then feeling very tired, so went and laid down. Then well again. And talking to Alfred, who has more success and fame than I ever will, and who is thirteen years older. After having been treated yesterday by Jambo, my acupuncturist, who is twenty-eight, full of life and presence and direction. I…
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What Happened
I should probably try to put down the details of the stroke, before I lose track of them completely… they are in any case fragments, as I don't remember everything, and it was all fairly disjunct, bizarre, surreal… and unfortunately now some time ago. Thursday night, June 18, 2009 – just about a day after…
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