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uo1kyjwv82e5w3 · 1 year
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sandmoonyelse · 1 year
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Times passes
It tells us nothing
We grow old
Let’s learn, almost
Maliciously
To feel ourselves going.
                 Fernando Pessoa
                  as Ricardo Reis poetry
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nofatclips · 2 months
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💬 TED-Ed on Fernando Pessoa - Lesson by Ilan Stavans 🎥 Directed by Héloïse Dorsan Rachet
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saisons-en-enfer · 8 months
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Don't tell me anymore that I don't know how to speak
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tamurakafkaposts · 2 years
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Yes, maybe they’re right. Maybe something hidden lives in each thing, But that hidden thing is the same As the thing without being hidden. In a plant, in a tree, in a flower (In everything that lives without speech And is a consciousness but not with what makes it a consciousness), In the woods that isn’t trees but woods, Total of the trees without a sum, There lives a nymph, the exterior life inside That gives it life; That flowers with their flowering And is green with their greenness. It enters into the animal and the man. It’s an already inside outside, The philosophers say it’s the soul But it’s not the soul: it’s the animal or the man itself In its way of existing. And I think that maybe there are beings Where the two things coincide And they’re the same size. And that these beings would be the gods, That exist like that because they completely exist, That don’t die because they’re the same as themselves, That can lie because they have no division Between who they are and who they are, And maybe they don’t love us, or want us, or appear to us Because what’s perfect doesn’t need anything. (6/4/1922) Detached Poems (1913-1915) Alberto Caeiro da Silva
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areiacannaid · 2 years
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Day 10: Elaborate
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Would you Care to Elaborate (Missing Scene/Drabble from Book 7)
The sun had finally started to set and, although it had yet to sink fully behind the horizon, the dry desert air was already noticeably cooler.
Halt saw that the Arridi troops had already started to light the cookfires for the night. After such a long day of travel, the thought of coffee brought with it a warm sort of anticipation.
Selethen was making the rounds among his troops. Horace was in an animated conversation with Svengal and Will and Gilan were engaged in a discussion of their own a few meters away.
Halt, his steps nearly soundless on the sand, moved to join his two apprentices. As their backs had been to him, he managed to catch the last part of their conversation before they became aware of his presence.
"I still can hardly believe that Halt got married," Will was saying.
"It was unexpected," Gilan put in, "But what surprised me most was that lady Pauline somehow managed to convince him of the existence of scissors."
Will snorted, amused, only just managing to stifle a chuckle. But Halt decided to cut the ensuing merriment short before it went any further.
"Would you care to elaborate on that point?" Halt asked, danger edging his words.
He fixed both his students with his best withering glare as they startled and turned to face him, expressions sheepish at being caught out. They recovered quickly however.
"Not really," Gilan replied cheerfully, leaning casually on his longbow.
"Not really?" Halt asked sardonically, one eyebrow raised. "And I suppose you think that's a good enough explanation, do you?"
"Considering the circumstances, I thought it might be better for my health," Gilan offered with an apologetic shrug, though the sudden sparkle in his eyes rendered the gesture more disingenuous than not. Which admittedly did nothing to temper Halt's current mood—despite the sentiment being true enough.
"We we're just thinking that it looks good on you—the haircut, I mean," Will put in with what he probably hoped to be just the right amount of innocence. He'd overdone it.
"I'm sure," Halt replied flatly, wholly unconvinced. "First it's Horace in Al Shabah, and now it’s the two of you. I'll be sure to recommend all three of you to Baron Arald as court jesters, since you think you're so hilarious."
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teanicolae · 1 year
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to me, fernando pessoa is one of the most fascinating poets to have graced this earth. he created 81 heteronyms for himself - meaning, 81 different characters or identities he assumed while writing. each had a different personality, background story, style. in awe with the mind-blowing imagination of this beautiful man. here's a fragment from 'discontinuous poems', which he wrote as alberto caeiro, and which is grounded in a non-dual view, in my opinion. planning to make a video about him soon!
part of my #poetrybeautyseries, in which i share about my favourite poetry lines and muse on their significance. more on my social media! :) @theanicolae. 
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I guess it’s all a joke,
A growing mess of language,
Of double meanings and heteronyms,
And of homophones smushed together.
So many jokes we’ve reached,
Because of how this language is taught,
So many words that just get caught.
I’m as straight as my hair is.
The darkness is night and a band.
We reached levels nonsensical,
And with slang it’s only getting worse.
Sometimes it feels like a curse,
How do we understand what is said
When there’s a million ways to it to be read?
But noticing it is reaching laughter,
A shared joke of bizarre games,
Of words evolving, changing, disappearing,
Or  living only in their negative.
Says a lot that English loses the positive.
I guess we always reached for the worst,
At least it makes me smile now.
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whenweallvote · 1 year
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Today we're wishing you and yours a very #MerryChristmas 🎄 ☃️  and sending our love to those for whom today is difficult. Take care of your hearts and hold the ones you love close, as another year draws to a close. 
PS: Apologies for the holiday heteronyms (close vs close)! Heteronyms are words look and sound similar but have different meanings.  
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urban-surfin · 3 months
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Mow the hay and put it in the mow
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deviousdayz · 7 months
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I fucking love heteronyms
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musicdiaries · 9 months
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SDH - Balance
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saisons-en-enfer · 8 months
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The neutrality of human possibility paralyzed me
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inthewindtunnel · 10 months
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SDH
Balance
(Semiotics Department Of Heteronyms)
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radioattic · 1 year
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