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Living The Book of Disquiet
Fernando Pessoa
14 episodes
6 days ago
Every so often, I sit down and write a letter to Fernando Pessoa, the Portuguese poet and writer. I not only write but also send each letter to the postal address where Pessoa spent the last fifteen years of his life before dying at the age of 47 with cirrhosis of the liver - most likely due to alcoholism. He hasn't written back to me yet, even though I put my own name and address on every missive I send. One day he, or someone very much like him, will perhaps write back. I live in hope.
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Every so often, I sit down and write a letter to Fernando Pessoa, the Portuguese poet and writer. I not only write but also send each letter to the postal address where Pessoa spent the last fifteen years of his life before dying at the age of 47 with cirrhosis of the liver - most likely due to alcoholism. He hasn't written back to me yet, even though I put my own name and address on every missive I send. One day he, or someone very much like him, will perhaps write back. I live in hope.
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Fragment 144: Sunday Mornin' Coming Down
Living The Book of Disquiet
45 minutes 23 seconds
2 years ago
Fragment 144: Sunday Mornin' Coming Down

In today's fragment of Disquiet, Fernando describes waking to a rain-cleansed Sunday, unveiling blue skies—a lovely morning that evokes melancholy as well as joy. He wanders aimlessly, the various Sunday rituals accentuating his isolation and longing.

In my response to Rob and Pessoa, I relate how an unexpected encounter with a doppelgänger of a past love, Nadia, during a walk near Amersham evokes deep nostalgia. The shifting weather mirrors these emotions, and this Rilke poem further underscores the transient nature of relationships and time.


Links:

Music: Living The Book of Disquiet Playlist on Spotify

Life Answers: A Complete Audiobook Reading of Sri Nisargadatta Maharajah’s “I Am That”

Lomakayu's reading on YouTube of "I Am That"

Huberman & Conti's How To Understand & Assess Your Mental Health series (treasure trove of ideas and wisdom here, worth at least a year of therapy in each episode!)

Agnes Callard & Robin Hanson's Minds Almost Meeting

Raymond Carver's Late Fragment


And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?
I did.
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself
beloved on the earth.


Living The Book of Disquiet
Every so often, I sit down and write a letter to Fernando Pessoa, the Portuguese poet and writer. I not only write but also send each letter to the postal address where Pessoa spent the last fifteen years of his life before dying at the age of 47 with cirrhosis of the liver - most likely due to alcoholism. He hasn't written back to me yet, even though I put my own name and address on every missive I send. One day he, or someone very much like him, will perhaps write back. I live in hope.