Author: paulattinello

  • Cycles, dreams

    Having been back about ten days, and having done only administration, plus many chores; and lying around a lot the past few days, sleeping; I start thinking… cycles: the hours that make up a day, and how we move through them; the days of a week, a month; the school year, with its enormous contrasts…

  • Fragments from traveling

    Air France (I) I hate Air France. I mean really: they have screwed up every flight, everywhere; and of course they are associated with the dreadful De Gaulle airport, which I think is actually worse than Heathrow (if such a thing is possible). And they really don’t care… [6/25/07] ••• Getting it wrong Getting it…

  • A beautiful light

    The light, not yet dusk but getting there slowly in this far northern clime, is beautiful. It’s been a real summer for weeks on end, which is rare here. I’m not completely incapacitated, at least not for blog-writing, but have been in a sort of reactionary hibernation after traveling – although I’ve been back for…

  • … plugged in…

    Okay, this is basically way too cool for me to get away with it, but I’ll go with the flow… After two weeks of too much travel and stress, intermittently interrupted by enjoyable things with people I like (and love), and even too-brief fragments of relaxation, I’m on the last night of the conference in…

  • … away…

    Mexico City, via Paris. Conference. Washington, D.C. Family, and major U.S. holiday. York. (No, not the New one, just York.) Conference. And then back. Perhaps I shall have interesting things to write about at that point….

  • Wrong mountain

    David Hirson has written two plays – and only two: La Bête (1991), an extraordinarily peculiar tour de force in rhyming verse that actually reached Broadway before flopping and is often done by the braver regional theaters, and Wrong Mountain (2000), a bitter but brilliant piece on devoting your life to the wrong goals (i.e.…

  • work… ing

    meeting. meeting. meeting. angry clash. meeting. meeting. meeting.home. uninterested in much. trying to do real work on paper for next week.meeting. meeting. lunch in staff room. meeting. meeting. meeting. meeting. home. DVD player is broken, can’t play movies. Trying to tell me something?meeting. meeting. meeting. meeting. meeting. meeting. So, these seven habits of highly successful…

  • The Exodus

    (fragments from an ancient manuscript) [This was, strangely enough, my first published poem, back in 1990; at the time it was an obvious response to the disintegration of arts funding under the Reagan and Bush administrations, and the trials of artists who were regarded as inappropriately shocking to be funded by the National Endowment for…

  • Looking for a Place

    [1991] This is the third apartment I’ve seen today; it doesn’t look too bad, the rent is only mildly outrageous. The paper with the landlord’s number is damp and crumpled in my hand, and the backs of my thighs are so tired; it’s clear that I’ll have to give up on my Los Angeles hamstrings…

  • Good things

    (a) A second meeting with Melinda, the psychologist from the HIV clinic and my friend. (There was a long delay between our first and second meetings this time, because her mother died; when we were walking out we paused in the summer sunshine and she told me, tears in her eyes but calm, about her…