Paul Attinello

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  • Memory

    Do other people get as confused over the implicit values of their memories?… maybe it’s because I’ve moved around so much, and am so dissatisfied. When something reminds me of certain angles of life in LA: the Santa Monica bus as it passes that big, difficult-to-negotiate intersection near Rodeo Drive; the cheesiness of Santa Monica…

  • 334

    It is dangerous to read books that have certain moods – especially when they are well written. Your own mood distorts and shifts to match them…. Tom Disch’s masterpiece is certainly 334, his intricate exploration of various denizens of an overcrowded, rather listless, declining but realistic New York in 2021-26. It’s really a series of…

  • The Long Weekend

    [San Francisco & Los Angeles, 1991] I Saturday What was he like – you mean before, don’t you? Wait, move, my arm’s going to sleep. Oh, it’s not so bad for a foldout couch. Hey, it’s free, right? Okay, it was sort of – no, it’s fine, they always shut their bedroom door. Okay, first.…

  • at [x] in the morning

    My first paper on AIDS and music, back in the mid-1990s when I thought death was imminent, and honesty unavoidable, was titled, “at three in the morning, with both pedals down”. Now it’s four in the morning. Half an hour ago I finished the Sondheim paper – or declared it finished. Calm, exalted, distant. Yes,…

  • L.A. Story

    [The first sentence of the worst gay novel ever written.] As the bus station locker slammed shut with a clang, I reflected blissfully on having escaped from the bitter, windswept plains of Montana and on Muffy’s predictably overjoyed reaction which I could virtually see (although of course she was not present at the time, being,…

  • Shiki soku ze ku

    Shiki soku ze ku, Ku soku ze shiki Hurry up it’s time clock nails closing door Drooling cries moaning flabby hands sweat Drab knife-edge headlamp glare shades to black and white Drive in distorted circles wait get out parking Unseeing eyes flat twisting numb hands pulling too far Head thrown back pale lights clutch fingers…

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