Author: paulattinello

  • Autumnal acts

    My cleaner, Katia, came today (she is Bulgarian, blonde, charming, and kind; she brought me chocolates when I had been in the hospital; her children and husband moved here a month ago from Bulgaria, and they are settling in to school, college, and jobs with alacrity). We needed to do a Big Task: take the…

  • Relational

    Not quite so sure I won't try to become a Jungian analyst; we'll see. Of course, in any major decision it is good to give up on it at one point, at least… but despite my concerns about age, health, time, cost, logistics, appropriateness, and what might be my underlying (possibly suspect, narcissistic, inflated or…

  • A dream fragments, fades

    Awake at 5 a.m., thinking of this possibility – this goal, this plan, this dream, this path, this vision, this fantasy – of becoming a Jungian analyst. It is still hard to tell which of those various things it is… but right now I'm thinking: probably a fantasy. I'll continue to check into it –…

  • Political

    I really hate politics. Especially American politics. Since I was young when watching news about the Viet Nam war, since I was a teenager when Nixon showed us what politicians are made of, since I watched in despair as Reagan, then Bush, wrecked everything I had liked about America – and not incidentally directly impacted…

  • Nights

    For the past seven or eight days – basically since finishing one of the two articles I've been working on – I have been either on the computer, or reading until three, four, five, even six a.m. I keep trying to stop it, to get to bed more regularly: but haven't really succeeded. Again, tonight:…

  • Still

    No wind, no moving air, a rather dull gray sky – you can hear a dog barking from very far away. Hardly anybody walking in the streets. It's very warm – for here – about 75° F. It's the kind of atmosphere they use in horror, tragedy, nihilistic psychological novels, etc., when something dreadful is…

  • Unspeakable

    I'm not normally a great fan of Lovecraft – yes, many of the stories are well-written, and he has a lot of remarkable ideas; but the heavy reliance on "unspeakable", "unfathomable", "eldritch" and a handful of other words and ideas that seem to pop up at least once in every damned paragraph of his work…

  • Ennuyé

    On a day when I was feeling rather – I don't know – bored – by either writing or not writing, by the smallness of my life as it is… by going to restaurants or staying home, by all the things I'm not doing on this Labor Day weekend, by the holidays and end of…

  • Incidentally…

    A footnote to the above mention of Semi-Monde; I've predated it so that this appears below it. One of the odd jewels of my book collection is something I came upon almost by accident – where was it, I wonder? – in the old days working in the Gifts & Exchange section of the Smithsonian…

  • Last rose of summer

    I know it's not really the end of summer, not quite yet: it is still three weeks before the meetings that introduce the semester start, four weeks before the students arrive; and although we've had a lot of wet, cold weather, there will still be warm days off and on for that month. But it's…