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The Book of Disquiet: The Complete Edition
In my opinion, it has distinct tones of the absurd, and can be looked upon as an absurdist writing albeit on an altogether different level, though the hints of stoicism and cynicism are apparently evident too.
As Pessoa—writing as Soares—quietly and unassumingly goes about his daily rituals of walking, working as a book-keeper and inhabiting the well-trod spaces of his rented room in the real world, he is living a rich existence within the wildly creative contours of his mind: Fernando Pessoa was many writers in one.
It is too shocking, too much for him. View all 30 comments. This page was last edited on 21 Julyat Which translation shall I read then? It has achieved pride of place on my bedside stack, where I can ladle myself servings of Pessoa’s wisdom at leisure.
Through them trickles The plangent sound Of the constant rain Outside the window. He suffered and dreamed. Published posthumously, The Book of Disquiet is a fragmentary lifetime project, left unedited by the author, who introduced it as a “factless autobiography. I can’t help but to be grateful.
The saint weeps, and is human. However the reader decides to approach The Book of Disquietthey will be rewarded with the inventive honesty of a hale and wounded man from a work that is truly sui generis. He has never been in love, nor has he had any friends. But now it seems my only consolation is all the quotes I collected during this lavish period. Between myself and life there have always been panes of opaque glass, undetectable to me by sight or touch; I never actually lived life according to a plan, I was the daydream of what I wanted to be, my dream began in my will, my goal was always the first fiction of what I never was.
The order the aphorisms are assembled in is purely a construction of Zenith; he stresses such in his introduction and encourages each reader to create their own sequence for the collected entries. This book’s voluntarily alone author is Fernando Pessoa, a Portuguese poet, writer, and polylinguist who invented fully-fleshed out heteronyms —distinct and separate personalties of differing nationality and gender—in order to pursue his writing in various idiosyncratic shades and styles.
I devoured every word of “B of D” by Pessoa who had the misfortune to remain largely undiscovered and unread until long after his death. Life would be unbearable if we were truly conscious of it.
Ultimately, for this reason alone, it is a creative work, if not necessarily fiction. The Complete Edition by Fernando Pessoa. I set them down in a torpor of feeling, like a cat in the sun, and re-read them at times with a dull, belated pang, as if remembering something I had always previously forgotten.
Disquidt Zenith, the editor and translator of this stunning, haunting, and achingly beautiful paean to the oessoa potentiality of man, has compiled the definitive edition of this tome in a truly outstanding translation that captures the expressive eloquence of Pessoa and his magical, pesska rich manner of constructing word images to portray his unique way of life.
I believe most people think with their feelings, whereas I feel with my thoughts. But I also wonder about the line between thinking and dreaming, which is difficult for me to navigate. What chemical pattern of brain influenced by the combination of genes sinks the self down into introversion, into deep safe waters, always craving yet disdaining yet loving yet loathing the concept and existence of the sun.
Life and the Abyss: As I write this, I understand more about myself, and as I read his words, I realize that he and I are nothing alike, and yet we have so much in common: Taking turns is unaesthetic, but there is only space for one pen on the line.
Its fruit, this memorable book, is rare and delicious, filled with vivid descriptions, evocative language, and refined reflections. No Apollo or Athena, in my loftiest dreams, ever appeared to enlighten my soul.
A pesosa of grass sticking out of the pavement. What idiot on this earth does not question the meaning of life and crawl into a deep hole to lick away the wounds of a quotidian existence? Before I go to sleep, thoughts wash over me, turning around in my head, taking five paths at once and dancing in harmony. It is here that the novelistic aspect of this work becomes interesting.
‘The Book of Disquiet’ Is the Weirdest Autobiography Ever
Nor do we know what parts thereof, if any, he ever intended for publication in some revised format. It is as if Pessoa had a multiple personality disorder in artistic form.
It’s a fragmented, but ultimately comprehensive and systematic, contemplation of the narrator’s world and his place in it. Words are the physical value of gold.
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Probably his wrinkles, his worn-out suit and his silence make him seemingly unapproachable. Anything that was not mine, however base, always seemed to be full of poetry. Like Soares in this book, I am acquainted with isolation more than I would have wanted to.
If my emotions are asleep, I am asleep. Oh, I believe we can travel through our dreams, we can imagine unimaginable places within our dreams: Pessoa had pewsoa grand old time.
However, so did the proportion of young people who lost touch with their dignity. My person lies in the boundary between the two, a boundary that will never be broken down.