Tag Archives: Fernando Pessoa

The Book of Disquiet, a Thousand Times

I’ve never been able to lose myself in a book…. After a few minutes it’s I who am writing….–Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet, Richard Zenith ed. Penguin paperback There are a thousand ways to read The Book of Disquiet. … Continue reading

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What’s in Your Ego Tunnel?

The Ego Tunnel by Thomas Metzinger is one of those books I should have read when it came out in 2009. But, like many of the books I read, I came to it by chance, in this case when a … Continue reading

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Monday with Pessoa (and Marianne Moore)

This will be chatty, really an announcement of sorts. There’s a new Disquiet in town.

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Yahia Lababidi’s Balancing Acts

The poems of Yahia Lababidi recall some great names: Borges, Pessoa, and Baudelaire. The spirit of Baudelaire looms large in the poems of Balancing Acts. But I think of visual artists too. Striking, novel images are conjured, mysterious and dreamlike, … Continue reading

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Out of the Shadows with Maldoror

Parle, et, puisque, d’après tes vœux les plus chers, l’on ne souffrirait pas, dis en quoi consisterait alors la vertu, idéal que chacun s’efforce d’atteindre, si ta langue est faite comme celle des autres hommes. —Lautréamont, Les Chants de Maldoror … Continue reading

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Mondays with Pessoa: Bernardo’s Lament

He remembers a sense of several lives passing through the one. Beyond the torture of impatient youth, of fearful ignorant youth, beyond the common pains, all of his lives seemed to converge on the quivering edge of—not promise, not yet … Continue reading

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Monday with Pessoa (and Duchamp)

  Art is a mirage —Marcel Duchamp We manufacture realities [p 66] Art lies because it is social [p 226] —Fernando Pessoa What do Bernardo Soares of The Book of Disquiet and Marcel Duchamp, the man often said to be … Continue reading

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