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Living The Book of Disquiet
Fernando Pessoa
14 episodes
2 weeks ago
Every so often, I sit down and write a letter to Fernando Pessoa, the Portuguese poet and writer. I not only write but also send each letter to the postal address where Pessoa spent the last fifteen years of his life before dying at the age of 47 with cirrhosis of the liver - most likely due to alcoholism. He hasn't written back to me yet, even though I put my own name and address on every missive I send. One day he, or someone very much like him, will perhaps write back. I live in hope.
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Every so often, I sit down and write a letter to Fernando Pessoa, the Portuguese poet and writer. I not only write but also send each letter to the postal address where Pessoa spent the last fifteen years of his life before dying at the age of 47 with cirrhosis of the liver - most likely due to alcoholism. He hasn't written back to me yet, even though I put my own name and address on every missive I send. One day he, or someone very much like him, will perhaps write back. I live in hope.
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Society & Culture
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Fragments 12-28
Living The Book of Disquiet
26 minutes 26 seconds
2 years ago
Fragments 12-28

Fragment 12: Pessoa sees his random writings as an unimportant autobiography and a way to unwind like solitaire.


Fragment 13: Pessoa feels his writings are as insignificant as his life next to the vast universe.


Fragment 14: Pessoa says creating imperfect art is better than creating nothing, as it may help others.


Fragment 15: Pessoa gradually conquered his innate inner nature through effort.


Fragment 16: Pessoa daydreams during a trip, neither seeing the landscapes nor remembering them.


Fragment 17: Pessoa contemplates examining his life to understand how he arrived where he is.


Fragment 18: Pessoa feels content staying in his mundane job, needing only minimal income and time for dreaming and writing.


Fragment 19: Pessoa expresses in symbolic language his sensations of fleeting passions and repeatedly shattered illusions.


Fragment 20: Whenever Pessoa tries to change his circumstances, new oppressive ones take their place.


Fragment 21: Pessoa says we are all slaves to the gods, whether they exist or not.


Fragment 22: Pessoa sees himself as destined to remain obscure, frail even in his innermost self.


Fragment 23: Pessoa advocates embracing absurdity and contradiction to avoid false self-knowledge.


Fragment 24: Pessoa realizes he shares more camaraderie with waiters and delivery boys than intimate friends.


Fragment 25: Pessoa has an eerie encounter with a lithograph of a woman staring sadly at him.


Fragment 26: Pessoa wishes to feel emotions vividly, as if each had its own heart.


Fragment 27: Pessoa sees literature's imagination as the pinnacle of human effort, giving life permanence.


Fragment 28: Pessoa longs for music or dreams to stir feeling and stop thought.


Living The Book of Disquiet
Every so often, I sit down and write a letter to Fernando Pessoa, the Portuguese poet and writer. I not only write but also send each letter to the postal address where Pessoa spent the last fifteen years of his life before dying at the age of 47 with cirrhosis of the liver - most likely due to alcoholism. He hasn't written back to me yet, even though I put my own name and address on every missive I send. One day he, or someone very much like him, will perhaps write back. I live in hope.