Category: Cities
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It’s complicated
A complicated time. The Book, the one I had all those bizarre death dreams about, arrived in my office TODAY. And yet I breathe. Too much to do in the past weeks, some of it distinctly though not disastrously late… Merrie and I performed duets on my students' musicals night. We made blunders but it…
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Gastronomic, hypothetic, erotic
Barcelona… So, history: frequently, between about 2003-4 and 2008-9, Susan and Rob and I spent some time each summer in Barcelona, or Sitges, which is nearby enough. Changing circumstances, the deaths of Chris and then Dennis, and my increasing preoccupations in Zürich broke that pattern… And: a few years ago, Susan gave a seminar at…
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To Züri
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A busy, rapidly moving ten days or so, resulting in numerous things done – patients, classes, editing, emails – and also at some points just stopping, almost startled that I didn't want to work on the next thing. My new version of procrastination, I think: something barer, simpler – with far less anxiety. Perhaps this…
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Trains • Perelandra • Complex
[Fragments from several days, several locations. A certain connectedness – but be ready for jumps in continuity: like a student film.] A lot of train trips the past few months: my analyst lives (fortunately very near the train station) in Leicester, about three and a half hours away… my 'local' supervisor in York (i.e. closer…
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Bologna – Train – Circeo
Five days in Bologna; with a vague idea of possibly living here some day… Or, well, perhaps not. There is a great deal of beauty in this town: the buildings, the food; the charming kindness of the two men who run the bed and breakfast that was suggested by some London friends. Of course there…
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Joins
I sleep a lot in the past weeks… not in some sort of avoidance, just a quiet dream of winter… I keep being aware of the joins, the cracks, between the great blocks of things that can be seen: if when I was younger a great deal of my thinking, and ultimately my research, tended…
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Death in…
I, Aschenbach… Perhaps, partially, because it is November: Scorpio, darkness… the weather has been suddenly, sharply colder the past two weeks; a couple of nights of miserably torrential rain, though more days are sunny than is usual for us here on the North Sea. But Scorpio is always the darkest part of the year for…
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Cities, days: back in August…
So… after my summer was partly derailed by Jung-Institut exams, then the flu and a month of its aftermath – I chose to travel to København (Copenhagen, to you in the back) for my first-ever conference of IAAP, the international Jungian organization; but Stockhom first, for fun, with Annick; and then Manchester, for Pride weekend.…
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In-the-midst-of
A day that had one-thing-after-another in it: some are familiar, even long-repeated actions, some are new; there are pleasures, there are boring bits: and that quailty that has appeared in several (no: in a number) of my posts lately, of being transitional, of being sort of in-between. Liminal, perhaps. With students, cheerful or as though…
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South
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in Academia, Awareness, Books, Cities, Film, Food and Drink, Going Out, Indulgence, Psychology, Travel… a conference in New Orleans. On an airplane, headed from northern England, via Amsterdam and Atlanta, to the real heart of the very South. Unfortunately, I keep being surprised at the sloppy, smelly American passengers in my last couple of air trips to the States – and they always seem to be so loud,…
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