Paul Attinello

Author: paulattinello

  • MacNew

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    Sunny, fresh, active, much going on in what feels like a fast lane. How is it possible to experience renewal and excitement and freshness in January?… ah well, stranger things have happened, I suppose. I have a new office computer, one of the new iMacs – Intel chip, utterly immense screen, high-resolution, stylish, and fast…

  • In the quiet night

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    Morning: green tea, hot chocolate; a strong English breakfast at a nearby café (I didn’t eat the blood pudding though, it just seemed… optional). By which time I was oddly shaky: so much caffeine and sugar and strong food, and my body was getting a bit overwhelmed… so some afternoon sleep. And tonight: again, a…

  • Ideal

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    The truth is, for all my complaining, I have an ideal situation here. The big middle room, all the walls covered with useful and intelligent books (the ‘attractive nuisances’ are in the front room, with the television of course). Comfortable, warm; big chair, good lighting. It’s raining outside, which makes it all cozier – pleasant,…

  • Epifanie

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    The Feast of Epiphany, the last of the twelve days of Christmas. The day when it all ends. Today the tree came down… the small handmade ornaments (some by family, some from China and Germany when I was there, some discovered in various places) went into plastic bags, the whole holiday into a fairly small…

  • Soothe the savage

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    Angry. Exasperated, stomping around. (And yes, I know, it’s ‘breast’ not ‘beast’ – although you can see why the mistake is always made, ‘savage beast’ is pretty good there.) Hard news, difficult news, and some distinctly bad news. Feeling as though the world is not friendly, not at all – several projects, so many of…

  • Morning; and teaching

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    Bright, windy, very clear: beautiful. When I came here I was told that what I experienced (as this was the coldest place I’d ever lived – Washington, San Francisco, Los Angeles, Hong Kong, Adelaide – except perhaps Berlin of course, and this is probably even colder if less gray) as ‘cold’ was locally known as…

  • The Move

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    This is actually my own favorite of all my poems, though it has not fared well in workshops. Perhaps I like it because the language and images are both exactly what I meant, and yet startling, even to me. And perhaps others dislike it because it is merely peculiar for them when I express an…

  • Fin

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    End of a year. Another year, I suppose I should say – but the phrase "end of another year" has a tired, endless quality to it that I don’t like. Given as I am to worrying over the past and over what I haven’t done, or have lost, this of course would typically bring up…

  • Absent / present

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    Sleeping incredible hours: a week lost to dreams – maybe not lost, the dreams aren’t unpleasant, there is plenty of food, and the house is kept clean, as am I. But a week where my life is passing in a dream world… a week where I am basically absent…. There have been times when I…

  • Midwinter

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    The tree is a haze of small lights; I’ll keep it up until Epiphany, as usual. A cluster of candles, cinnamon and clove, melting to a puddle on a plate. The chicken casserole in the oven for such a long time – I added some chili peppers to the recipe, just enough to heat it…