Such a Thing as Too Much Pessoa … at least in one night …


Fernando Pessoa’s The Book of Disquiet is both exactly what I needed and exactly what I didn’t need. Unlike Berryman and Lowell and some other authors I have been reading, Pessoa is rawer than raw. By this I mean he is unapologetically cynical, diabolical, self-absorbed yet deprecating and much more. This can wear on a person like me who is not feeling my healthiest emotionally lately. Four hours of Pessoa was simply too much for me. I was warned, but did not heed that very important warning. A dab will do you of Pessoa … in one night. Like a good scotch, Pessoa seems at first merely calming, comforting, and oddly sweet … but the next thing you know, you’re drunk and haven’t the foggiest idea where you are. All you know is the place where you find yourself is a walled-in dichotomy … a place you want to run from and a place you never want to leave.

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Published in: on February 19, 2007 at 2:28 pm  Comments (1)  

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  1. ok i see i’m kinda late here, but hell, i really dig your words on this.


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