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Cross-communication
My last night in summery Zürich: the men are sunburnt and muscly, cafés are busy. There are no doubt some women around here also. The other Jung-Institut students and teachers have left – as usual I stay one or two days later, this time to see Patricia up in Thun on Sunday, then just to…
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Island
[From a workshop, where we created things – almost everyone else painting or clay or drawing, but I swerved over to my comfort zone: writing. With, yes, one small picture drawn in the corner of the original….] When I came to the island, it was late afternoon. Houses rose up from the water, from the…
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Mathis
It is late, so I won't go on long… a really excellent, deeply passionate performance of the Hindemith's opera Mathis der Maler here in Zürich. Thomas Hampson as Mathias Grünewald, and Gatti conducting in his last season before leaving, were especially good; but everyone was excellent. For some reason I'd recalled hearing a recording of…
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Contests
My last exam, in analytic implications of fairy tales, passed – at least in this group: that is, four, of the eight for the first half of the training. Dramatic: facing one of the most famous living analysts, a third-generation student of von Franz. The pleasant look – she likes me, we have talked –…
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Gifts
Again, in Zürich/Küsnacht at the Jung-Institut, I keep intermittently experiencing myself as bitter, irritable, critical, unfair. Sigh. It's hard to disentangle or clarify this… as always. It doesn't feel as though it's all quite so maddening this time, though – and, also as usual, a number of people obviously experience me as pleasant, fun, even kindly…
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Packing
… no, not *that* kind. I'm off to Zürich in an hour – the Jung-Institut, seminars, and my first series of exams. The weather is very warm there at the moment – entirely unlike here; trying to pack a variety of things, of course. Do you remember Sunday Bloody Sunday? Peter Finch and the incredible…
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