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Changeable
Up in the night (you know why) and saw the sky – very strange: the clouds like a dark orange against a dark dark gray, moving very fast, chased by the winds off the north sea. Looks almost like a weird negative. 5 am – well the weather shifting with spring, the days getting (too…
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In Bel Air
Chic beauties, men in tuxesrun across the wet plazato the hospital entrance. I twist sprung cords to turn the blinds, trying to see. Perfect curves on rainswept autos. Big smiles, fine suits, fabrics night-blue, glassy. My vision’s left is carved inward by my arm, skin dim with shadows. Laughing, waving to friends who lean out…
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Train III: Impacts
Still on that train, but now in the other direction. Last night, in a small movie theater on the Dartington College of the Arts campus, I saw Pan’s Labyrinth. Well, I practically had to see it – arriving one late and rainy evening, in a countryside school of the arts, with nothing else to do;…
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Train II: In transit
The countryside of the south: greener, more crowded, but gentler and more civilized. The truth is, I’d probably be more at ease down here, rather than the raw, chilly north where I’ve landed. The sheer density of people seems to soften things: making, I’m sure, more crowded resentments – but also, always, more alternatives, more…
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Train I: Discourse on Disappointment
A train, from Northumberland to Devon. I often feel as though my head is clearest in travel – on trains, on planes, are the times when I see everything whole, and in its largest and most realistic context. So far I’ve done some work on the paper that was due last month; listened to music;…
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Paul Attinello 