Book Of Disquiet

I don't know how much is Fernando, the person, writing or one of his alter egos, but he makes a really good point that during childhood we are constantly dreaming even when we are awake, and that is what makes our lives so unexpected and interesting, not because they're new, but because they're literally fantastic. I loved this because it goes against the usual realist outlook that adult disillusionment is simply caused by repetition. Pessoa advocates a dreamlike existence hidden from reality. He advises not to act, because action achieves nothing (In this way he is like the buddhists and could be compared to Kiyoaki in Spring Snow, who is commented on by his friend Honda as completely lacking will but nonetheless will be remembered the same as all his contemporaries as "a man of his age"). The writer is the preternatural daydreamer. To a Marxist revolutionary, this all sounds like idealist claptrap, but I think Pessoa might've been onto something, and Marx's recommended interventions all ended in destruction instead of emancipation.

TOTALLY misleading book!!My copy hasn't disturbed me with a single peep. I'M COMPLETELY AT EASE!!!*For those who couldn't figure it out, this review is a joke, playing on the name of the book. I actually love this book. Have to explain everything to the plebians.

Fernando Pesoa's genius lies within who Pesoa was as nil and not. He wasn't anyone. Only somene who continually writes in "disquiet" his persona's variable exegesis. The writing is in the book but the author who wrote it, Fernando Pesoa does not "feel himself" as actually being who he is. So, maybe he's actually a different author, with a different name who begins to write a different book. There's all of the writing there, its genius evident in the mystery of the writing itself. All the writing invested with absolute revelation of numinous absence. The absence is that of the author's presence. Magic? Truly. The author is not there. But he must be "there" because he has no choice but to write. What's the answer for the author who is finds himself as absent? He must undertake the creation of the abent author's presence. How? By literally creating a utterly unique form of literature. A literature whose grammar is of being literal by making it possible to write of the absence of an author to himself into a presence to be known as the once absent identity. Writing through a textual hermeticism capable of transmutation through written words of the emanation of an author as "logos," or the Word. "In the beginning there was the Word." Through the Word as logos, all identity is created in the appearance, ex nilho, of the writer mediated solely through himself in this the new logos of writing itself. Pesoa is not himself. He's a man who achieves glimpses of a unmanifest self-referential identity only through his books. In the work of writing these books, this identity is made manifest as the author's anamnesis. Seemingly he finds out (remembers) he is, and always was, a certain author he now "remembers" as himself as a manifested presence. An absolute genius manifested as the author himself being (repeatedly) annihilated through radical self-doubt. Only later remembering who he was as absolute presence never to be lost again. Until this is accomplished all of the laborious, literal negotiations must of necessity begin anew, and are written as literature whose search arises from absence's discontent becomes the new discourse as the art and improvisation of real identity forged in the alchemy of narrative. This peculiar narative reaveals itself as a lived experience of self-discovery. One man of many parts dismembered in his own identity become self-inflicted and religious. Pesoa's own holy inquisition seeking and finding the indentity he is spurious, a phantasm of derealized personality perpetually guilty of having a persona found lacking, Wriiten out in texts as being found guilty of the "heresy" of having an identity. Never before Pesoa has an identity crisis of infinite magnitude been witnessed in Pesoa absence made real presence in some of the 2OTH century's finest writing and poetry. of the 20TH century in The writing of a man named Fernando Pesoa. A man lost to himself, in search of the "person" underneath the name. Personality and identity as reality grounded in a mystery only to be known by itself: self found through words that are the artifacts of the self discovered. A genius lost to himself and calling his absent identity into gradual existence by a person's absence fading into a personality that's presented in multiple, shifting Heteronyms, or cases of terminal identity lost and regained.

Edición más completa de las poemas de Fernando Pessoa.

Raramente abbandono un libro ma dopo tre pagine mi sono arreso immediatamente. Un pensiero dopo l'altro; per quanto interessanti sembra di stare su FB a leggere post di un bel gruppo. Per me non ha senso.

Exceptional...the more I read I fell more in love with this book.

It's hard to describe this book. Assembled from the author's writing and published after his death it is a series of meditations and ruminations on the inner life. Best read in small bursts it is beautifully written and thought provoking.

More mysterious than mysteries. You would confront the complexity of your mind, soul, and emotion by reading this. Or it's gonna be an unexpected catharsis for you.