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LA ’89
He pulls back the brake, turning his head. Pressure of the gear shift. Bare arm and vinyl. Warm, bright air, a slight glare. Can’t see. Growl of the engine. He backs towards the red Porsche… Hand on the brake, he pulls. Up. Feet on the clutch and brake, his head turns, he feels the breeze…
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Afterthought (after bath)
I used to tell people (this is also in the context of noticing, over the years, my increasing tendency to organize my thoughts into neatly packaged anecdotes – a suspicious tendency, but useful at parties, if a bit artificial) that, before I moved to LA, I knew what it was like to relax over a…
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Cliché
The bathtub is half full; hot, with oil, smelling of mangoes. A glass of spirits (limoncello as it happens – can’t quite do the cliché of a whiskey, not the kind of thing I drink – and that tells you something about me). Today I had to call around to the HIV patient group to…
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Dis/location
Late night television: at certain points – somewhere among the fragments of Robot Chicken, The L Word, and a long advertisement for a CD set of ‘Classic Soul’ – there are so many echoing fragments of Los Angeles: Industry in-jokes, with night views behind a talking head through a plate glass window, clearly in a…
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The American Page, part II
Spurious is talking about some kinds of writing, notably the vastness of the page/canvas in American arts… well said, but that was a time that changed, that seems to have faded. I remember being startled, when I spent a year in Germany in 1993, at the sheer crowdedness of the country: at the endless neat…
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Therapeutic
One way to get past sullen dullness is to do things, to make things, to have something to take care of. Two window boxes with herbs: parseley, sage, rosemary and thyme – and basil, as it happens; some new plants, plus the three rather tired ones I’d had in the windowsill all winter, all of…
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Paul Attinello 