Category: Travel
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Unexpected…
[8 July 2016] I am in Zürich for a week, at the end of the normal Jung-Institut training sessions… I went to the graduation ceremony; there was an unusually large number of graduates, including a lot of friends (some of whom started after I did, but oh well). Hope to be up there in a…
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Three women
A few days after the Brexit vote, I am talking to N. over the phone: an intelligent, skilled businesswoman – in fact someone much more skilled at managing the world and its demands, laws and finances than I am (which isn't setting the bar very high, I admit). She is, however, upset, also as I am – concerned about…
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Saṃsāra
So: massive stupidity, an inchoate, unthinking drive to flee into some imagined, nonexistent past, and an extraordinary amount of manipulation and intimidation that finally imploded on itself. It no longer even seems interesting to me to pretend that everyone has a reasonable opinion – it's clear that many who voted for Britain leaving the EU were confused, deceived, or simply…
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Aschenbach-moment
The past few months: there is a lot to say, and not much to say… I continue feeling weakened, sleepy, with problems centred on the new medications. I resolve them more successfully on some days, with various ancillary medicines, and not at all successfully on others. There was a point in early January when I awoke,…
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Getting there
Traveling… After the past couple of shaky months, and shakier weeks, and all of the activity around World AIDS Day, a trip for two conferences – a small conference on identity and music in Graz, and a larger one of Jungians doing politics, in Rome. How was it in general? – a lot of travel (Newcastle-Amsterdam, Amsterdam-Vienna,…
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Music, sweat, travel: appealing to the passions
In mid-September I was in London – all too briefly; and I apologise that it took so long to write about it… I can remember some of my response in words, at least, even if the visceral immediacy of it has faded. The short form: I went down to London, merely overnight, on a day…
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Power down / delete / restart
A strange time… that seems to fuse and clarify memories of other, earlier strange times. Including the past six months. Or the past three. The Jung-Institut weeks were – not fun, but somehow necessary. Several more turns of the wheel in understanding where/who I am. And my annoyance with myself over the past year –…
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Lessons
On the plane from Amsterdam to Zurich, a large, angry-looking man is already sitting in the row in front of us. First one, then the other of the seats in his row are filled by men who have suitcases. But he has put some flowers in the overhead bin… Twice he explodes with rage at…
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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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Third week
The last of three weeks in Zürich is ending – drained, tired. It was less dramatic than the middle week: but with some interesting class discussions about why this work would feel dramatic to many of the students – not merely the pragmatic pressures of full days and full-on work, but the psychology of constantly…
Paul Attinello 