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My pride was stoned by blind men, my disillusion trampled on by beggars.
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I want to be a work of art, at least in my soul…That's why I've sculpted myself in quiet isolation and have placed myself in a hothouse, cut off from fresh air and direct light- where the absurd flower of my artificiality can blossom in secluded beauty.
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The dreamer is an issuer of banknotes,and the notes he issues circulate in the city of his mind…like real notes in the world outside. Why should I care if the currency of my soul will never be convertible to gold, when there is no gold in life's factitious alchemy?
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I have to choose what I detest- either dreaming, which my intelligence hates, or action, which my sensibility loathes; either action, for which I wasn't born, or dreaming, for which no one was born.
Detesting both, I choose neither….
II LITANY We never know self-realization. We are two abysses - a well staring at the sky.
*Heavy breathing intensifies*
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By Fernando Pessoa
...I’m like a slave who gets drunk during his rest hour - two miseries inhabiting one body.”
Bernardo Soares,
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Musings and all out fictionalization of the self. More dream than awake. Not for those seeking a straight forward story. Beautiful poetic prose.
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I just shared an essay on Pessoa as a potential (unconscious) pioneer of social media posting:
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From my Facebook Memories feed from 2 years ago.
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A picture of the penguin modern classics print of Fernando Pessoa’s The book of disquiet.
I started reading this book last night. I don’t think my progress can be mapped in pages read; it has already become very precious to me.
An old book, newly found,
Of disjoint voices, sound;
It trickles, runs, and stops,
I - with it - dreamily hops.
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