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The wind rises
An absolute favorite line by Valéry, which I think Prévert quoted with small changes after the war: "the wind rises, let us try to live." A phone call from the nurse just before she left at the end of the day: the medications have failed (not unexpected news), so I have just spent a finicky…
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Much sleep the past week, hard to wake for more than a few hours at a time. I have spoken before about the memoir of Lady Sarashina – one of those ninth-century Japanese Heian women writers, but very unlike Murasaki or Shonagon, all we have of her is a late, not long attempt to put…
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A dream figure
A disturbing dream image from last week, that I discussed with my analyst today: in a chain of three dreams that conjured buildings, city streets, and figures of cryptic support, encouragement and change, an eerie version of Buffy the vampire slayer crashes into an otherwise benevolent continuity – where she seems so dangerous, so easily…
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Damaged house
The middle of the night. Jung on Nietzsche, speaking of the problem of creativity and how one falls into inflation – as soon as you look back at what you've done with pompous satisfaction – I am the one who did that! – and so the creative moment dies and you fall into a false…
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Mind / body / split
Body first, as I've been yammering about it so endlessly for several months: got up to wash the dishes and take a shower before bed; but was shaking with exhaustion after finishing the dishes (there weren't many of them either) so came back to couch; about fifteen minutes before I could sort of function, even…
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Abandon
The shot again tonight. And the doctor phoned to say the medication is having some effect – so now I don't know what will happen, what decisions will be made in February; but oh well. The past two or three weeks remarkable for the sharpening, the intensification, of side effects: no, they're still not awful…
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Paul Attinello 