Paul Attinello

Category: Psychology

  • Cities, days: back in August…

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    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.…

  • Charged

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    Of course I still have had doubts at times about training (I didn't use the word 'studying' this time) at the Jung-Institut. Will I be inept and self-centered as an analyst, is it too late to bother starting a new career, is this all just another self-sustaining belief system…. But in the past week, there…

  • Splitting, integration, symbolization

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    Having passed my remaining propaedeuticum exams in Zürich (which means: I passed the eight theoretical exams that end the first half of study; there will be seven final exams in two or three years, but they will be based more on practical experience), I have been recovering… As we know (you in the back –…

  • Verge

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    In the last half hour before the taxi comes – to take me to the airport, to go to Zürich, to return to studies at the Jung-Institut for the first time in a year, to take the second half of my first-half exams (if you can follow that – is it easier if I say,…

  • Could-be-other

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    A beautiful day. A list of things done. A meeting, minor enough. A couple of days ago, finishing up a preparatory paper for one of my upcoming exams, I realized I was tensing up enough to make myself uncomfortable, and in some actual pain – took a medication I had thought I didn't need any…

  • Brodkey

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    In an odd reflection of my blog entry a week or so ago, about Stefan Brecht… last night I was reading through John Sutherland's Lives of the Novelists, an enjoyable collection of sharply drawn capsule careers of writers; and I tripped over Harold Brodkey. Who, of course, whatever else he had been, eventually became a…

  • Visceral

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    And so: since the chilly equilibrium reached at the end of my previous post, there has been a feeling of negotating the curves in existence, but with certain blinkers, or speed governors, removed from the engines, from the windshields… (Hmm, I wonder if my brother would appreciate the car metaphors. He'd probably manage them better.)…

  • Blurs

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    As teaching ended last Friday, I am putting myself back together, after what felt like three months of scrambling to keep up. And yes, I know that there are many people in the world – more energetic, harder-working – who would have been easily able to keep up with what felt like a heavy teaching…

  • South

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    … 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,…

  • Hard

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    Sunday afternoon in Newcastle. Sunny and clear, shops and restaurants open, people walking along. A young guy, shaved head, talks on his phone, walking up and down. He goes to the corner of a granite building near the bus stop, leans over, retches – vomits, not much, some chunks of food in what is probably…