Paul Attinello

Category: Poetry

  • Clarities

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    Just a note, not a real exploration… Because there is a lot to do – preparing four Jung-Institut exams (yes, I have gotten my plane ticket and apartment, but also haven't worked out the schedule of classes), marking exams and papers, glancing at lists of other things that require attention so that nothing gets completely…

  • Feeling

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    Last night I watched Weekend, the 2011 film of an encounter between two guys who clearly need each other. Fairly heartbreaking, and very, very well done indeed – writing, acting, all of it. They go through the usual chaotic mistakes of a hasty encounter between strangers, then as they realize they want to spend more…

  • Babylon

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    Apparently ancient Babylon has been damaged by the war… no surprise. Yet more barbarians. I've never been much at memorizing; the only passage I ever learned by heart was from Shelley, one quoted in Eliot's The Cocktail Party. I still remember it: "… Ere Babylon was dust,The magus Zoroaster, my dead child,Saw his own image…

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    Summer day. Reading in the heat of noon I grow sleepy, put my head On my arms and fall asleep. I forget to close the window And the warm air blows in And covers my body with petals. Yuan Mei, 1716-1797, translated by Kenneth Rexroth

  • His night, times 250

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    Not only is it Burns Night, but it's the 250th since his birth. Years ago, my dear friend Katie Aronson, an actress and performance artist (and I wonder what she's doing now? a lovely, gentle woman with a sweet face, amazingly good at inspiring performances and getting grants written; she moved to Pittsburgh with her…