This is one of those works that has the ability to speak to each one of us who suffer from existential crisis after a lifetime of finally seeing through the illusion. It is appropriate for quiet nights, contemplative days of work doing meaningless things, empty verses on a page that are never written. Like almost every aspect of my life, it is strange, dark and unsettling. As if the unlimited potential each moment is something of a punishment for being able to see it. And yet, time and time again and I try to raise myself into the sky on waxen wings, only to tumble back to the Earth. Held down by the gravity of my own intentions.
Your post resonated with me. Thank you. It is refreshing to know my brothers are experiencing the same but can so eloquently express it. I am practicing listening to my energy conditions, in which when out of sorts, the never ending stretch for higher knowledge and states of being, leave me wondering a=what I am not doing or doing that is out of balance. Then I remember, balance. During these times if I heed and follow the pull, I always find myself yearning for nature. Perhaps a barefoot walk in nature is in the near future.
I have been reading literature and philosophy for a bit over a year now and found Pessoa this year pretty much by accident. I enjoyed the typical works and names, people like Camus, Huxley or Dostoyevsky. I started reading The Book Of Disquiet and after page 30 I knew that this would be the greatest thing I will ever read in my life. I currently lack the knowledge on how to continue in society, but everything seems so clear now. Pessoas writing is direct, it stings, every line hits the spot.
Classic image, fellow traveler. Strange, dark and unsettling is a choice - who but you can control your thoughts? You get to choose and choose and choose again. All is free will. None are victims.
Dostoevsky called it acute awareness , an illness in nature , oppression of the self ....to go back to sleep is no longer an option or one I would choose though.
Yes, I just learned about this man a few months or some year ago and I think: "Fernando, I wish I could hug you, have a drink with you, that wine you like so much", but he died 36 years before my birth and he was totally unknown in my country (and most other too) when he was alive. He was my soul mate but he's no longer there.
You can still meet Pessoa, on the hill, on a patio by a first story restaurant in Lisbon, having an espresso watching passers by. I couldn’t give you the directions if I tried, but I could walk you there from the river and up the skinny streets to where his statue sits, on a chair, in front of a first floor shop. Should you happen to find yourself in his presence, say hello, an honor kept by those who know.
"It sometimes occurs to me, with sad delight, that if one day (in a future I won’t be part of) the sentences I write are read and admired, then at last I’ll have my own kin, people who “understand” me, my true family in which to be born and loved. But far from being born into it, I’ll have already died long ago. I’ll be understood only in effigy, when affection can no longer compensate for the indifference that was the dead man’s lot in life. Perhaps one day they’ll understand that I fulfilled, like no one else, my instinctive duty to interpret a portion of our century; and when they’ve understood that, they’ll write that in my time I was misunderstood, that the people around me were unfortunately indifferent and insensitive to my work, and that it was a pity this happened to me. And whoever writes this will fail to understand my literary counterpart in that future time, just as my contemporaries don’t understand me. Because men learn only what would be of use to their great-grandparents. The right way to live is something we can teach only the dead" - Pessoa
I recognize the narrator's voice as belonging to the same person who narrated the various novels written by Charles Bukowski. His almost apathetic, deadpan delivery is essential to the tone and content of the said writings and would, no doubt have been approved and perhaps even praised by both authors.
I have had the pleasure to read everything by Schopenhauer in original. Sadly I don't know Portuguese. Pessoa himself mentions Leopardi, so he had probably read Schopenhauer himself. If you know about Leopardi you usually know about Schopenhauer too.
Reading the comments before listening I see; twin souls? Soul mates? Humane humans? The beautifully broken? The poignantly real? I feel in good company.
The beauty of this is to understand that the disquiet is knowing he is you. And in a way, an echo of life. It’s is in a way, the answer to life as we know it. Powerful.
@@jamisonr Ha! Great comment. Oh, but one can never be too old- or too young- to feel the same way. I was born an old man. Now I’m a mid-30s invalid just trying to pass the time.
I don't want to die, but I don't want to live The pain is tremendous, something should give The problem is me, I won't part with any Today's brutish despair will be one of many I can't feel a limit, I descend the abyss False floors broken in, there's no end to this I now realise the futility, I want to turn back But I can't see the light no more, save for a crack Small and impossible, so I firm up my will To dig deeper the darkness, I'm scared to be still
THERE IS SO MUCH GOING ON-HIS WORDS ARE LIKE AN ARTISTS BRUSH STROKES-I WILL READ THIS BOOK KNOWING I CAN CHEW OVER THE WORDAGE AT MY OWN PACE-THANK YOU FOR UPLOADING THIS
This one got me in every certain aspect - perhaps the voice of my soul - something that can’t be absent -so if I only have this one for a lifetime, I wouldn't appeal. Appreciate it. 🙏🏻😇
I love Pessoa. The king of Portuguese language. I write poetry and he is my main inspiration. To people who are new to him, try reading the poem "tobacco shop" one of the most sublime poem in Portuguese.
"Tobacco Shop" is the most beautiful poem I ever read. To me, nothing else is left to say after reading this poem. Since then, I'm in love with Pessoa, Lisbon and Portuguese culture. I have traveled several times to Lisbon just to walk in his steps. My personal project is to translate his poetry/pros to Farsi.
Until recently I just knew that Portugal once had a great empire and created Brazil, Mocambique and other countries and that Portuguese wine is very popular in my own country (Sweden). Then I discovered Pessoa. What a great thinker!
I love the book of disquiet. So grateful that I live in a point of time when it’s been published widely enough to enter my peers recommendations near 20 years ago. I read it irregularly, though when I do it seems to come at exactly the point at which I need it. Everyone has been/is Bernardo Soares at some point. There have been billions.. Indigestion of the soul.. I never knew quite how to describe it. A study of a soul set against twice its weight in sorrow. Succinct, pertinent and an ultimately comforting slice of a lived reality of the beauty that can arise from grief. The book of disquiet is a treasure to me 🙏
I also read it irregularly , you're in his head and self reflection and amazement so much , someone put into words long ago what you feel now it can be overwhelming ....I am so grateful to have found it
I too have "an arid heart". So much he wrote that I have experienced but hadn't the words to express my feelings. I just purchased the book, but it has less sections than this audiobook. Many heartfelt thanks for uploading this.
Even extreme similarities between his perception and mine hide small differences that remind me I still have to live my life. 100 years... 100 miles. No clear or defined path between our lives and yet a connection has formed. Not an end to isolation or lonliness but realization that it's all a spiral. Similar yet different. Passing by one another yet never truly knowing where the others came from or where they went.
Truly objective. He's able to see things most cannot, or better, will not. He's a blank slate. But he's only this blank slate because he has discovered what a few lucky figures in history get to realize... All things are connected, and that this means. There is nothing. There is no-thing. Everything just seems like stuff. But seeming isn't real. It just seems real.
No offense but that is bs. "Nothing is real" is ONE possible interpretation of what a human mind "sees" when it realizes the solidity of things is subjective. If nothing is real, chop your fingers off. The reason you don't, is because everything has reality to it. I say that that is BS, because I must counter this sordid idea propagated by advaita vedanta and other spiritualistic philosophies, where people misinterpret something someone said (and that someone also is not the greatest communicator) with this "nothing is real" bullcrap. It's just a human having an experience of reality....a SLICE of reality....it says nothing about what we might consider COMMON to all experience and experiencers....which the objectivity we strive for. Then, fools fall for this other BS idea that "this is a simulation" and other crap. Zero discernment applied to any of these ideas. Zero contrasting applied with their experience and that of other people.
First discovered this author at city of lights bookstore in San Francisco. California, the way this man looked caught my eye it was a photo is him with bright colored lines all over his face, for some reason his image spoke to me and I took a photo of the cover and later looked him up and I absolutely love his work shame I didn’t buy the book
1:18:37 To know nothing about yourself is to live To know yourself badly is to think To know yourself in a flash, as I did in this moment, is to have a fleeting notion of the intimate monad, the soul’s magic word. 2:18:50 Although love is a sexual instinct it’s not with sexual instinct that we love, but with a conjecture of some other feeling and that conjecture is already some other feeling.
For newcomers to Pessoa..."We are well aware that every creative work is imperfect and that our most dubious aesthetic contemplation will be the one whose object is what we write." :)
Yeah i don't know if its this but i think it could be. I think i sort of went too far and now feel stuck. I dont think im strong enough to take whatever this could be to the end because too much pain and pressure but at the same time it feels odd to go back to what you think is a lie. Its so odd. The most comforting thing i can do is be in the moment and stop thinking, stay small and quiet and let it absorb. Maybe it will work out okay. But I don't know either. It just is. Humour is good because what else in a world that is so incongruent.
Profoundest thanks for uploading this. You'd probably enjoy Nietzsche's collected poetry, and Philipp Mainlander's works; once they're finally finished being translated into English.
Wth are you on about? We are not an advanced form of predictive text. We are conditioned by culture and upbringina and habit yes............but are free willed beings inhabiting a human body...able to alter out conditioning (within reason) in order to enact on that free will towards things we find meaningful. Peoople over think meaning too. Those who have "found meaning" are just the ones pursuing things they value. But a person who doesn't use their free will to exert influence over their life, or a person who assigns their own meaning to THEIR OWN DAMNED life.....will default to "futility" and cheap philosophy to cope with their depression. Of course we are depressed ,if what we consider life is a chore. It must be change to a non-chore. Then, it will become veyr apaprent we are no form of "predictive text".
@@jeanlundi2141 given that current evidence points toward consciousness being a retrospective artifact it's a bit of a stretch to say one way or another whether free will is a a definitive thing or not. However I would go so far as to say that as evolution has managed to develop our unconscious functions to well to keep us alive without thinking, it is also highly probable it has played out so many scenarios that even those we think of as required novel cognitive abilities probably have analogue solutions in prehistory that could be hardwire into that massive brain we carry around. So being a predictive text doesn't sound so far fetched after all. Even this interaction could be guided by some deep seated need for socialisation. Just to nit pick. People who don't assert their free will don't necessarily fall into the same camp as those who don't ascribe their own meaning to thier "own damned life". Practically an oxymoron. But hey. Believe what you want to believe but better to apply thinking in my opinion. What ever gets you through to lunchtime.
@@islandsedition Is that what you got from what I wrote? That I'm no applying thinking? lol Anyway, I wrote a proper reply to you just now but got deleter. The short version is - by the "evidence" you speak of, I assume you mean "science". But science was the one that sold you the deterministic " we are robots and the brain is the computer and there is no one thing that can assure us we have free will" So, current science has no idea about consciousness. And there's bright enough minds to further the conversation along, but they are stifled by a lot of lobbies and dogma. Free will is a given. Just define it to a child in simple words and have him or her answer you whether it exists or not. At the same time, do we do a lot of thigns because of metnal patterning? Yes. Just like most people live lifes of NO self-awareness and end up doing what others mimic to them with zero discernmetn or DECISION behind it. The extent to which you give authority to these other people that are supposed authorities on what we are...is the extent to which you won't be able to OBSERVE that free will is a given....and that we are robotic to an extent,...but also OBVIOUSLY employing decisions (yes, on limited data....and with a certain degree of predictability too) all the time. So we are beinga cted upon by the whole universe...as well as acting upon it.
@@jeanlundi2141 it takes about 1.5 seconds for signals to get from our input senses to our consciousness. This is an observed fact. Kids can understand this if you explain it to them, just as they understand that the earth goes round the sun. If you don't give them evidence, or a reasonable theory, they will just say everything is happening in the here and now...and that the sun goes around the earth. Good science only follows one dogmatic premise... An alternative theory should be taken seriously or even take precedence over existing ones if it is supported by better evidence and answers the question as well or better.
@@jeanlundi2141 We don't have free will. You are coping (although you were determined to be a coping person). Your brain is exactly as it is because of the genes your parents passed down on you, your experiences in life, your diet, the climate where you live etc etc etc.
Just the first five minutes. That person hes describing sounds like me. And the observation he makes about the person sounds like the way... a friend of mine, we'll call her Alice, would describe me. It's crazy
I KNEW that someone else was writing down what I am feeling. Thats why I never bothered. That said, he wasn't purist enough. No TRUE nihilist would let the world know about the state of affairs, because its like tossing pearls before the swines.
The tragedy is that I don't think anyone can be a true nihilist. It's so at odds with human nature. Even your comment and mine are breaches because why bother? But then again isn't true nihilism not caring either way whether you toss your pearls or no?
Pessoa IS NOT a nihilist. He just describes the futility of many of our ways. Why do people always default to labels that completely misrepresent people? Don't you understand you are projecting nihilism into anyone that speaks of futility in general? (and that's not all that Pessoa speaks about).
Thank you for this video. I have the book in physical form, and intended to read along. However, the copy I have is different than what your reading. What you called the preface, is introduction in my book, and only part of what you read is there. And then when you began reading, what you called 1, is not what is in my copy. How strange...
If Pessoa was right, and his genius touched on the nerve of the absurdity of life, then I would prefer to be one of his madmen, disconnected from reality, and enjoying it much more than he did. If my tiny sliver of awareness is beginning to break over the landscape of my perception, and the dawn is exposing the ephemeral delusion that I have held so dear, then I will go with the delusion, I would rather die with it and cease completely, then live within the horror of the empty universe. Empty of meaning, empty of love, empty of life, merely a great hoax, merely an illusion. No, it is not that reality is a transient joke, it is that the subtlety and intensity of perpetual change can drive a sensitive nature into a great darkness, but there is always light. The great soul, no matter how lost, continues to be the light that it seeks. The tragedy of Pessoa’s sadness is the poignancy of his brilliant light, and he will continue to shine like a lighthouse, bringing some sanity to those turbulent, distant, dark oceans in which he sailed, and where many must go to find God. To find themselves.
I am repeatedly listening to this wonderful narration and reading alongside from my Penguin Classics Fernando Pessoa “The Book of Disquiet”….purchased Penguin Books, Johannesburg South Africa, 2003. Miss Jenny (music teacher in exile in Manhattan).
@@cxi_exo-l Fernando Pessoa had several heteronyms the best known being Álvaro de Campos, Alberto Caeiro, Ricardo Reis and Bernardo Soares. The book of Disquiet I believe it’s a compilation of all his works . Cheers
The story the chest of his literary drafts being discovered and published only after his death is truly apt. His genius was only truly realised post mortem - how apt :)
Meaning of life ?This reality is not real we are living in simualiation that's why he said there is no point he dont care.. I dont know i guess you can Interpreted this book in many ways ..
Ahhh and whereby I may, In the comments, proclaim to be the same deep and thoughtful soul blah blah blah blah. passes gas ahh sniff sniff -yes quite pungent yea tho the stinking vapor be gone before my nose can full appreciate it’s special stench. Ahhhh vapors of the souls which stink their stench into the gutters of thought that traverse the farted on and gasping, gaping tears in the linens whereby the sphincter has torn them asunder and into the emptiness of the vortex of the toilets eternal flush. I was going to listen to this but pretty early on he had me convinced that it wouldn’t really matter much, and besides it was too familiar. When they opened that trunk of letters it’s like some frog jumped out and sang show tunes and so they published it, and now i listened and it went “burrrrrrrrrrrttttpppptt” 🐸
Well sure, you could say all writing, all art, all human expression is just one big fart if you really feel so inclined. Doesn’t mean the people that find beauty and relief in it are trying to appear “deep and thoughtful” to others. Pessoa dedicated his life to writing out his humanity in a very poetic, approachable way. I’d say to give his work another chance, especially at night when everything’s quiet and the resulting tiredness from another long day of living begins to weigh down your eyelids. That’s when he reads like an old friend providing his own peculiar type of warmth to those of us that are hurting and still giving life a go in spite of it.
This is one of those works that has the ability to speak to each one of us who suffer from existential crisis after a lifetime of finally seeing through the illusion. It is appropriate for quiet nights, contemplative days of work doing meaningless things, empty verses on a page that are never written. Like almost every aspect of my life, it is strange, dark and unsettling. As if the unlimited potential each moment is something of a punishment for being able to see it. And yet, time and time again and I try to raise myself into the sky on waxen wings, only to tumble back to the Earth. Held down by the gravity of my own intentions.
This... struck me to my core... so profound.. so tragic.. so resonant I am all but reduced to hopelessness in my thinking of a better time
"As if the unlimited potential of each moment is something of a punishment for being able to see it" 👀
Your post resonated with me. Thank you. It is refreshing to know my brothers are experiencing the same but can so eloquently express it. I am practicing listening to my energy conditions, in which when out of sorts, the never ending stretch for higher knowledge and states of being, leave me wondering a=what I am not doing or doing that is out of balance. Then I remember, balance. During these times if I heed and follow the pull, I always find myself yearning for nature. Perhaps a barefoot walk in nature is in the near future.
I have been reading literature and philosophy for a bit over a year now and found Pessoa this year pretty much by accident. I enjoyed the typical works and names, people like Camus, Huxley or Dostoyevsky. I started reading The Book Of Disquiet and after page 30 I knew that this would be the greatest thing I will ever read in my life. I currently lack the knowledge on how to continue in society, but everything seems so clear now. Pessoas writing is direct, it stings, every line hits the spot.
Classic image, fellow traveler. Strange, dark and unsettling is a choice - who but you can control your thoughts? You get to choose and choose and choose again. All is free will. None are victims.
The curse of true self-awareness.
Dostoevsky called it acute awareness , an illness in nature , oppression of the self ....to go back to sleep is no longer an option or one I would choose though.
Yes, I just learned about this man a few months or some year ago and I think: "Fernando, I wish I could hug you, have a drink with you, that wine you like so much", but he died 36 years before my birth and he was totally unknown in my country (and most other too) when he was alive. He was my soul mate but he's no longer there.
This guy just gets down to business right away.
Thanks for uploading this. This is a non-utterly-irritating voice, for which I'm grateful.
And for that all of us are grateful. Librivox seems to specialize in the most grating, dried-up, querulous voices possible.
I also appreciate this cadence.
Agree! ..would have preferred it slowed down with more pauses.
You can still meet Pessoa, on the hill, on a patio by a first story restaurant in Lisbon, having an espresso watching passers by. I couldn’t give you the directions if I tried, but I could walk you there from the river and up the skinny streets to where his statue sits, on a chair, in front of a first floor shop. Should you happen to find yourself in his presence, say hello, an honor kept by those who know.
"It sometimes occurs to me, with sad delight, that if one day (in a future I won’t be part of) the sentences I write are read and admired, then at last I’ll have my own kin, people who “understand” me, my true family in which to be born and loved. But far from being born into it, I’ll have already died long ago. I’ll be understood only in effigy, when affection can no longer compensate for the indifference that was the dead man’s lot in life. Perhaps one day they’ll understand that I fulfilled, like no one else, my instinctive duty to interpret a portion of our century; and when they’ve understood that, they’ll write that in my time I was misunderstood, that the people around me were unfortunately indifferent and insensitive to my work, and that it was a pity this happened to me. And whoever writes this will fail to understand my literary counterpart in that future time, just as my contemporaries don’t understand me. Because men learn only what would be of use to their great-grandparents. The right way to live is something we can teach only the dead" - Pessoa
yep
@@JayTX.💔
You're a madman for doing (or posting) this, but that's the reason i respect you now.
i feel so much less alone after learning about him, I can't wait to dive deeper
I am 8 minutes in and this is burning my soul . Fighting back tears . Arg 😖
It’s definitely bussin
I recognize the narrator's voice as belonging to the same person who narrated the various novels written by Charles Bukowski. His almost apathetic, deadpan delivery is essential to the tone and content of the said writings and would, no doubt have been approved and perhaps even praised by both authors.
Agreed , great voice for Pessoa and Bukowski's tone
@@JayTX. That's interesting. I just thought about how Pessoa reminded me of Bukowski in their writing style.
@@scarecrowprowler that is interesting . if you like Pessoa, I'd recommend Emil Cioran -trouble with being born
and Schopenhauer -studies in pessimism
@@JayTX. Schopenhoaur indeed. Thank you for this comment. Miss Jenny
I have had the pleasure to read everything by Schopenhauer in original. Sadly I don't know Portuguese. Pessoa himself mentions Leopardi, so he had probably read Schopenhauer himself. If you know about Leopardi you usually know about Schopenhauer too.
Reading the comments before listening I see; twin souls? Soul mates? Humane humans? The beautifully broken? The poignantly real? I feel in good company.
tara Joyce, like James Joyce?
This guy was a genius. Absolutely great!
The beauty of this is to understand that the disquiet is knowing he is you. And in a way, an echo of life. It’s is in a way, the answer to life as we know it. Powerful.
Honestly if I wasn’t over 47 years old, I might worry I would die when the book ends.
@@jamisonr Ha! Great comment. Oh, but one can never be too old- or too young- to feel the same way. I was born an old man. Now I’m a mid-30s invalid just trying to pass the time.
I don't want to die, but I don't want to live
The pain is tremendous, something should give
The problem is me, I won't part with any
Today's brutish despair will be one of many
I can't feel a limit, I descend the abyss
False floors broken in, there's no end to this
I now realise the futility, I want to turn back
But I can't see the light no more, save for a crack
Small and impossible, so I firm up my will
To dig deeper the darkness, I'm scared to be still
This book is truly my life
He speaks as a philosopher, amazing stuff.
THERE IS SO MUCH GOING ON-HIS WORDS ARE LIKE AN ARTISTS BRUSH STROKES-I WILL READ THIS BOOK KNOWING I CAN CHEW OVER THE WORDAGE AT MY OWN PACE-THANK YOU FOR UPLOADING THIS
Why are you yelling at us? Lol
@@JimmyJamesJimbo He's a bit confused but he got spirit
@@AloeVera-ww6ss ohhh! Fuck I love spirit lol don’t you?
@@JimmyJamesJimbo yes
This one got me in every certain aspect - perhaps the voice of my soul - something that can’t be absent -so if I only have this one for a lifetime, I wouldn't appeal.
Appreciate it. 🙏🏻😇
I love Pessoa. The king of Portuguese language. I write poetry and he is my main inspiration. To people who are new to him, try reading the poem "tobacco shop" one of the most sublime poem in Portuguese.
"Tobacco Shop" is the most beautiful poem I ever read. To me, nothing else is left to say after reading this poem. Since then, I'm in love with Pessoa, Lisbon and Portuguese culture. I have traveled several times to Lisbon just to walk in his steps. My personal project is to translate his poetry/pros to Farsi.
I just looked up the poem and read it and it truly left me speechless. Actually, I digress; at the end of the poem all I could say was “wow”
"And all religions put together teach no more than the candy shop."
Until recently I just knew that Portugal once had a great empire and created Brazil, Mocambique and other countries and that Portuguese wine is very popular in my own country (Sweden). Then I discovered Pessoa. What a great thinker!
I love the book of disquiet.
So grateful that I live in a point of time when it’s been published widely enough to enter my peers recommendations near 20 years ago.
I read it irregularly, though when I do it seems to come at exactly the point at which I need it.
Everyone has been/is Bernardo Soares at some point. There have been billions..
Indigestion of the soul.. I never knew quite how to describe it.
A study of a soul set against twice its weight in sorrow.
Succinct, pertinent and an ultimately comforting slice of a lived reality of the beauty that can arise from grief. The book of disquiet is a treasure to me 🙏
I also read it irregularly , you're in his head and self reflection and amazement so much , someone put into words long ago what you feel now it can be overwhelming ....I am so grateful to have found it
Beautiful words, honest and human speak through the ages. So happy to know the unknown poet.
This is an amazing book. He gets down to business right away. Haha
I too have "an arid heart". So much he wrote that I have experienced but hadn't the words to express my feelings. I just purchased the book, but it has less sections than this audiobook. Many heartfelt thanks for uploading this.
Miracle, thank you was trying to locate the book, a masterpiece
Even extreme similarities between his perception and mine hide small differences that remind me I still have to live my life.
100 years... 100 miles. No clear or defined path between our lives and yet a connection has formed. Not an end to isolation or lonliness but realization that it's all a spiral. Similar yet different. Passing by one another yet never truly knowing where the others came from or where they went.
Exactly ..." For those of us that live on the fringe "
Truly objective. He's able to see things most cannot, or better, will not. He's a blank slate. But he's only this blank slate because he has discovered what a few lucky figures in history get to realize... All things are connected, and that this means. There is nothing. There is no-thing. Everything just seems like stuff. But seeming isn't real. It just seems real.
No offense but that is bs. "Nothing is real" is ONE possible interpretation of what a human mind "sees" when it realizes the solidity of things is subjective. If nothing is real, chop your fingers off. The reason you don't, is because everything has reality to it.
I say that that is BS, because I must counter this sordid idea propagated by advaita vedanta and other spiritualistic philosophies, where people misinterpret something someone said (and that someone also is not the greatest communicator) with this "nothing is real" bullcrap. It's just a human having an experience of reality....a SLICE of reality....it says nothing about what we might consider COMMON to all experience and experiencers....which the objectivity we strive for.
Then, fools fall for this other BS idea that "this is a simulation" and other crap. Zero discernment applied to any of these ideas. Zero contrasting applied with their experience and that of other people.
i know this comment is a year old but this is beautifully put.
The proper way to delve into one's experiences could be debated over timeless years.
no way, you're going to give us a read. That's awesome.
First discovered this author at city of lights bookstore in San Francisco. California, the way this man looked caught my eye it was a photo is him with bright colored lines all over his face, for some reason his image spoke to me and I took a photo of the cover and later looked him up and I absolutely love his work shame I didn’t buy the book
I too found my first copy many years ago at City Lights, SF. Miss Jenny.
I first heard about him on Martin Butler's channel. Butler is a retired English doctor of physics and pessimist philosopher living in Portugal.
“Like two tides in the black night where the destinies of nostalgia and desolation meet” basically describing my early 20s so far
That's a very profound sentiment. Writing lyrics doesn't get much better than this. Wonderful stuff 😎
1:18:37 To know nothing about yourself is to live
To know yourself badly is to think
To know yourself in a flash, as I did in this moment, is to have a fleeting notion of the intimate monad, the soul’s magic word.
2:18:50 Although love is a sexual instinct it’s not with sexual instinct that we love, but with a conjecture of some other feeling and that conjecture is already some other feeling.
For newcomers to Pessoa..."We are well aware that every creative work is imperfect and that our most dubious aesthetic contemplation will be the one whose object is what we write."
:)
After the election results I try to remind myself of these wise words.
Yeah i don't know if its this but i think it could be. I think i sort of went too far and now feel stuck. I dont think im strong enough to take whatever this could be to the end because too much pain and pressure but at the same time it feels odd to go back to what you think is a lie. Its so odd. The most comforting thing i can do is be in the moment and stop thinking, stay small and quiet and let it absorb. Maybe it will work out okay. But I don't know either. It just is. Humour is good because what else in a world that is so incongruent.
Very well read 🇿🇦⭐️
"Perfection is inhuman, because humanity is imperfect" quote from a beautifully troubled man 😅
Profoundest thanks for uploading this. You'd probably enjoy Nietzsche's collected poetry, and Philipp Mainlander's works; once they're finally finished being translated into English.
No cap it’s bussin on god frfr
he understood the only way to avoid criticism: publish posthumously
He's just like us.
We are but an advanced form of "predictive text" which is why we struggle so much with the lack any objective meaning to life.
Wth are you on about? We are not an advanced form of predictive text. We are conditioned by culture and upbringina and habit yes............but are free willed beings inhabiting a human body...able to alter out conditioning (within reason) in order to enact on that free will towards things we find meaningful.
Peoople over think meaning too. Those who have "found meaning" are just the ones pursuing things they value.
But a person who doesn't use their free will to exert influence over their life, or a person who assigns their own meaning to THEIR OWN DAMNED life.....will default to "futility" and cheap philosophy to cope with their depression. Of course we are depressed ,if what we consider life is a chore. It must be change to a non-chore. Then, it will become veyr apaprent we are no form of "predictive text".
@@jeanlundi2141 given that current evidence points toward consciousness being a retrospective artifact it's a bit of a stretch to say one way or another whether free will is a a definitive thing or not. However I would go so far as to say that as evolution has managed to develop our unconscious functions to well to keep us alive without thinking, it is also highly probable it has played out so many scenarios that even those we think of as required novel cognitive abilities probably have analogue solutions in prehistory that could be hardwire into that massive brain we carry around. So being a predictive text doesn't sound so far fetched after all. Even this interaction could be guided by some deep seated need for socialisation.
Just to nit pick. People who don't assert their free will don't necessarily fall into the same camp as those who don't ascribe their own meaning to thier "own damned life". Practically an oxymoron.
But hey. Believe what you want to believe but better to apply thinking in my opinion. What ever gets you through to lunchtime.
@@islandsedition Is that what you got from what I wrote? That I'm no applying thinking? lol
Anyway, I wrote a proper reply to you just now but got deleter. The short version is - by the "evidence" you speak of, I assume you mean "science". But science was the one that sold you the deterministic " we are robots and the brain is the computer and there is no one thing that can assure us we have free will"
So, current science has no idea about consciousness. And there's bright enough minds to further the conversation along, but they are stifled by a lot of lobbies and dogma.
Free will is a given. Just define it to a child in simple words and have him or her answer you whether it exists or not.
At the same time, do we do a lot of thigns because of metnal patterning? Yes. Just like most people live lifes of NO self-awareness and end up doing what others mimic to them with zero discernmetn or DECISION behind it.
The extent to which you give authority to these other people that are supposed authorities on what we are...is the extent to which you won't be able to OBSERVE that free will is a given....and that we are robotic to an extent,...but also OBVIOUSLY employing decisions (yes, on limited data....and with a certain degree of predictability too) all the time. So we are beinga cted upon by the whole universe...as well as acting upon it.
@@jeanlundi2141 it takes about 1.5 seconds for signals to get from our input senses to our consciousness. This is an observed fact.
Kids can understand this if you explain it to them, just as they understand that the earth goes round the sun.
If you don't give them evidence, or a reasonable theory, they will just say everything is happening in the here and now...and that the sun goes around the earth.
Good science only follows one dogmatic premise... An alternative theory should be taken seriously or even take precedence over existing ones if it is supported by better evidence and answers the question as well or better.
@@jeanlundi2141 We don't have free will. You are coping (although you were determined to be a coping person). Your brain is exactly as it is because of the genes your parents passed down on you, your experiences in life, your diet, the climate where you live etc etc etc.
Muchos gracias 🙂
Thank you for this
Fun fact: that restaurant he mentions was a real one, you can see the building today
Fernando Pessoa was a genius.
gasss, thanks so much for this yooo
truly thank you
Just the first five minutes. That person hes describing sounds like me. And the observation he makes about the person sounds like the way... a friend of mine, we'll call her Alice, would describe me. It's crazy
I like this, yet it's unlikable.
I think he has a crush on his boss
I found it to be more envy
Probably envy. It seems that he was in love with a secretary but was too shy to ever have sex with her.
3:42:28 and I suffer because this isn’t true suffering. Ohh man just his ability to hit u with lines like this.
I've listened to this, repeatedly. No ads.
Now there's ads.... wt heck?
2:39:09 discusses dimensions, and his thoughts are rather profound an idea....
Thx
Book mark:36:06
I KNEW that someone else was writing down what I am feeling. Thats why I never bothered.
That said, he wasn't purist enough. No TRUE nihilist would let the world know about the state of affairs, because its like tossing pearls before the swines.
Nihilism is gay
those swine equate out into a self same unborn reflection, aborted shadow, rustic ashes and maggoted anatomies
@@MikeOcksmallClips And that's coming from a man called Ben Dover...
The tragedy is that I don't think anyone can be a true nihilist. It's so at odds with human nature. Even your comment and mine are breaches because why bother? But then again isn't true nihilism not caring either way whether you toss your pearls or no?
Pessoa IS NOT a nihilist. He just describes the futility of many of our ways. Why do people always default to labels that completely misrepresent people? Don't you understand you are projecting nihilism into anyone that speaks of futility in general? (and that's not all that Pessoa speaks about).
Thank you for this video. I have the book in physical form, and intended to read along. However, the copy I have is different than what your reading. What you called the preface, is introduction in my book, and only part of what you read is there. And then when you began reading, what you called 1, is not what is in my copy. How strange...
Anyone know which edition is this?
Some one made a video about this guys that got lost of views they going to come here ;)
If Pessoa was right, and his genius touched on the nerve of the absurdity of life, then I would prefer to be one of his madmen, disconnected from reality, and enjoying it much more than he did.
If my tiny sliver of awareness is beginning to break over the landscape of my perception, and the dawn is exposing the ephemeral delusion that I have held so dear, then I will go with the delusion, I would rather die with it and cease completely, then live within the horror of the empty universe. Empty of meaning, empty of love, empty of life, merely a great hoax, merely an illusion.
No, it is not that reality is a transient joke, it is that the subtlety and intensity of perpetual change can drive a sensitive nature into a great darkness, but there is always light. The great soul, no matter how lost, continues to be the light that it seeks. The tragedy of Pessoa’s sadness is the poignancy of his brilliant light, and he will continue to shine like a lighthouse, bringing some sanity to those turbulent, distant, dark oceans in which he sailed, and where many must go to find God. To find themselves.
Does anyone know the what edition is this audiobook from?
I am repeatedly listening to this wonderful narration and reading alongside from my Penguin Classics Fernando Pessoa “The Book of Disquiet”….purchased Penguin Books, Johannesburg South Africa, 2003. Miss Jenny (music teacher in exile in Manhattan).
3:30:58 reminder
29:46 so relatable
He's Rilke's shadow-side
1:48:17 strange missing text
Checkpoint: 34:19
maladaptive daydreamers UNITE
I can fix him
Question for people who have ready this book : Is there a type of person who should probably not read this beak?
❤️
Michael, is this your reading?
01:28:00 43
2:08:45 How closely do I listen???? I listen to it so close that I can hear a dog bark n thought I could hear my dog from outside.
No timestamps 😓
Death: 1:19:52
2:59:00. 87
1:08:00
PART 1???
I hope there is escape from soul recincarnation trap suffering forever here that would be hell, life is worse than hell!!!
There is no soul independent of the body.
Walker Paul Hernandez Richard Martin Daniel
☻
Williams John Perez Brian Harris Kimberly
he's just like me fr
2
30:00
53:06
38:40
Williams Nancy Hall Helen Martinez Margaret
💜💙❤️💚🤎
Im i dreaming this
Thought that this books was written by Fernando Pessoa omg
It was written by Fernando Pessoa but he signed with one of his other author names
@@biacampbell676 I'm so clueless that he had another Author name
@@cxi_exo-l Fernando Pessoa had several heteronyms the best known being Álvaro de Campos, Alberto Caeiro, Ricardo Reis and Bernardo Soares. The book of Disquiet I believe it’s a compilation of all his works . Cheers
The story the chest of his literary drafts being discovered and published only after his death is truly apt. His genius was only truly realised post mortem - how apt :)
Fernando Pessoa is Bernardo Soares, Alberto Caeiro, Ricardo Reis and many others
it is disrespectful to just listen to his books. The book must be read and only few pages a day.
What is bro even saying 🔥🔥🔥
He speaks but says nothing 🎶
Much like life
This voice sounds like the actor pretending to be Ernest Hemingway in "Midnight In Paris".
Great reading, other than the mispronounced Portuguese words.
It’s good enough for this masterpiece…… I send my gratitude…… especially to Richard Zenith for his exquisite translation….. Miss Jenny
Meaning of life ?This reality is not real we are living in simualiation that's why he said there is no point he dont care.. I dont know i guess you can Interpreted this book in many ways ..
We all 1 councioncnes and ge know he will die and his word will be spoken years later..because we all 1..
Ahhh and whereby I may, In the comments, proclaim to be the same deep and thoughtful soul blah blah blah blah. passes gas ahh sniff sniff -yes quite pungent yea tho the stinking vapor be gone before my nose can full appreciate it’s special stench. Ahhhh vapors of the souls which stink their stench into the gutters of thought that traverse the farted on and gasping, gaping tears in the linens whereby the sphincter has torn them asunder and into the emptiness of the vortex of the toilets eternal flush.
I was going to listen to this but pretty early on he had me convinced that it wouldn’t really matter much, and besides it was too familiar. When they opened that trunk of letters it’s like some frog jumped out and sang show tunes and so they published it, and now i listened and it went “burrrrrrrrrrrttttpppptt” 🐸
Well sure, you could say all writing, all art, all human expression is just one big fart if you really feel so inclined. Doesn’t mean the people that find beauty and relief in it are trying to appear “deep and thoughtful” to others. Pessoa dedicated his life to writing out his humanity in a very poetic, approachable way. I’d say to give his work another chance, especially at night when everything’s quiet and the resulting tiredness from another long day of living begins to weigh down your eyelids. That’s when he reads like an old friend providing his own peculiar type of warmth to those of us that are hurting and still giving life a go in spite of it.
The reading is atrocious, sorry!
@dejuren You come public and expect kisses and hugs...riggght!
He did a wonderful job of reading this. Your criticism was a bit harsh. You could have said you'd prefer another reader.
thank you
I wonder if he had bipolar before they knew what it was.
Probably schizoid personality
thank you