Tag Archives: The Book of Disquiet

Reading the Gombrowicz Diary: an introduction and a warning

One must play with uncovered cards…. Other diaries should be to this one what the words “I am like this” are to “I want to be like this”…. One cannot be nothingness all week and then suddenly expect to exist … Continue reading

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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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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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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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Monday with Pessoa: Who Are You, Reading Me?

I am like the sun shining on a cold day. You will not see me or feel me for I have already died. And if I have properly discovered the truth of consciousness then you only experience me through your … Continue reading

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Monday with Pessoa: The Double Dream

I wanted to record some notes on todays’ Pessoa reading which has taken the form of a poem. The notes, it seemed to me, should stand separately from the poem, as they are not intended for those who don’t care … Continue reading

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