#The Collected Poems of Alberto Caeiro

[quotelr]

Other times when I hear the wind blowI feel that just hearing the wind blow makes it worth being born.

Alberto Caeiro, The Collected Poems of Alberto Caeiro

[angstydevil]

I’m glad to see this post. I hope the plural community looks to Fernando Pessoa & co. as noteworthy historical plurans someday!

I think calling Pessoa& plural — polyplural, even! — should be fairly uncontroversial. From “I Don’t Know How Many Souls I Have” by a Fernando Pessoa, to Alvaro de Campos’ veritable polemics against singlethood as a state of existence, to unattributed quotes like “the multiplication of the I is a frequent phenomenon in cases of masturbation” and “be plural like the cosmos!”, to the fact that these poets wrote letters to one another and (sometimes scathing) critiques of one another, to the fact that certain heteronyms exchanged correspondences while Pessoa-himself was unavailable, it seems pretty clear that the heteronyms experienced plurality similarly to many people in the plural community now.

Pessoa& tell us over and over, I am literally experiencing a multiplicity of souls. Any controversy over this seems to largely exist in the English-speaking world, where the heteronyms are interpreted as masterful satirical characters, without evidence.

Although we’ve had to rely on Google translate for some of our research, Fernando Pessoa and his heteronyms seem to be considered a case of dissociative identity disorder in Portugese pop culture, being described as having had Distúrbio de Personalidades Múltiplas or something comparable to it in multiple online Portugese-language encyclopedias and academic papers.

If you’re not sure where to start, I would recommend starting with Fernando Pessoa & Co.: Selected Poems edited by Richard Zenith and The Selected Prose of Fernando Pessoa edited by A. Pacheco, two English-language collections. The Book of Disquiet by Bernardo Soares (heteronym) is also very worth reading in its entirety, if you read nothing else.

Content Warning: Because Pessoa & Co. lost an important mentor heteronym (Alberto Caeiro) and wrote substantially about his loss and the grief it caused, major CWs for references to headmate death, dormancy, integration, in-system suicide, and depersonalization/derealization (yes, seriously).

Doing some research for the shipgirl game today, and was reminded this guy existed.

I really need to sit down and properly read some of his work, but if you're interested in some of the DID-adjacent/multiplicity stuff I've been talking about (like the brain octopus) you might want to look into him. Absolutely fascinating guy.

[verdemusgo]

There’s enough metaphysics in not thinking about anything.

What do I think about the world? I have no idea what I think about the world! If I get sick I’ll think about that stuff.

What idea do I have about things? What opinion do I have about cause and effect? What have I meditated on God and the soul And on the creation of the world? I don’t know. For me thinking about that stuff is shutting my eyes And not thinking. It’s closing the curtains (But my window doesn’t have curtains).

The mystery of things? I have no idea what mystery is! The only mystery is there being someone who thinks about mystery. When you’re in the sun and shut your eyes, You start not knowing what the sun is And you think a lot of things full of heat. But you open your eyes and look at the sun And you can’t think about anything anymore, Because the sun’s light is worth more than the thoughts Of all the philosophers and poets. Sunlight doesn’t know what it’s doing So it’s never wrong and it’s common and good.

Metaphysics? What metaphysics do those trees have? Of being green and bushy and having branches And of giving fruit in their own time, which doesn’t make us think, To us, who don’t know how to pay attention to them. But what better metaphysics than theirs, Which is not knowing what they live for Not even knowing they don’t know? “Inner constitution of things ...” “Inner meaning of the Universe ...” All that stuff is false, all that stuff means nothing. It’s incredible that someone could think about things that way. It’s like thinking reasons and purposes When morning starts shining, and by the trees over there A vague lustrous gold is driving the darkness away. Thinking about the inner meaning of things Is doing too much, like thinking about health when you’re healthy, Or bringing a cup to a spring.

The only inner meaning of things Is that they have no inner meaning at all.

I don’t believe in God because I never saw him. If he wanted me to believe in him, I have no doubt he’d come talk with me And come in my door Telling me, Here I am!

(Maybe this is ridiculous to the ears Of someone who, because they don’t know what it is to look at things, Doesn’t understand someone who talks about them With the way of speaking looking at them teaches.)

But if God is the flowers and the trees And the hills and the sun and the moonlight, Then I believe in him, Then I believe in him all the time, And my whole life is an oration and a mass, And a communion with my eyes and through my ears.

But if God is the trees and the flowers And the hills and the moonlight and the sun, Why should I call him God? I call him flowers and trees and hills and sun and moonlight; Because if he made himself for me to see As the sun and moonlight and flowers and trees and hills, If he appears to me as trees and hills And moonlight and sun and flowers, It’s because he wants me to know him As trees and hills and flowers and moonlight and sun.

And that’s why I obey him, (What more do I know about God than God knows about himself?), I obey him by living, spontaneously, Like someone opening his eyes and seeing, And I call him moonlight and sun and flowers and trees and hills, And I love him without thinking about him, And I think him by seeing and hearing, And I’m with him all the time.

— from The Collected Poems of Alberto Caeiro (translated by Chris Daniels), Shearsman Books, 2007

[dk-thrive]

Other times when I hear the wind blow I feel that just hearing the wind blow makes it worth being born.

Fernando Pessoa, The Collected Poems of Alberto Caeiro. (Shearsman Books October 1, 2007) Originally published September 20th 1957. (via The Vale of Soul Making)

[nahalism]

Can u recomend some books??! Love your writing!

🖤. thank you, i really appreciate that. ive been keeping this in the hopes id answer with something different to the other books ive recommended in the past, but i haven’t been reading many books recently. more so books that help me develop my art or just autobiographical content on people that inspire me. the collected works/poems of alberto caeiro was the last thing i read that truly touched me & i havent even finished it yet. will keep thinking & update *mwah*

[ligfyrrefur]

Accept the universe as the gods gave it to you. If the gods wanted to give you something else, they’d have done it. If there are other matters and other worlds, there are.

The Collected Poems of Alberto Caeiro, Alberto Caeiro

[sgkjd]

i picked up a book of fernando pessoa's collected poems (mostly alberto caeiro, ricardo reis and alvaro de campos) and i'm 10 pages in and already felt the whole spectrum of emotions. i think everyone around will end up reading it with me, i won't be able to contain myself without sharing T-T

[ricmlm]

With Mário de Sá-Carneiro and Almada Negreiros, among others, he carried out, in 1915, the Orpheu project, a magazine that marks the affirmation of Portuguese modernism and whose cultural and literary impact could only be fully evaluated by later generations. Having published in his lifetime, in volume, only his English poems and the epic poem Mensagem, the bibliography he bequeathed to contemporaneity is so extensive that the knowledge of his work is ongoing, being expanded or deepened as they come out. for the press the texts that make up a vast collection. More than the dimension of this work, whose contours are not yet fully known, it is fruitful in literary projects, in sketches of plans, in versions of texts, in interpretations and reflections on itself, however, the philosophical and literary complexity is imposed. which it is covered. It is difficult to reach simplistic syntheses in the face of an author who, in addition to the work signed with his own name, created several apparently autonomous authors and almost with real existence, the heteronyms, of which they stand out - their number rises to the dozens - Ricardo Reis, Álvaro de Campos and Alberto Caeiro, each with their own identity; of a distinct poetic art; of a personal literary evolution and still able to comment on the literary and personal relationships they establish with each other. https://www.instagram.com/p/CewgLnrjLA2/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[the-greenmans-apothecary]

I’m glad I see with my eyes and not the pages I’ve read.

Alberto Caeiro, The Collected Poems of Alberto Caeiro

[wepicy]

Beauty Quote By Alberto Caeiro “I'm one of my sensations.” Alberto Caeiro, - The Collected Poems Of Alberto Caeiro

[editorsmusings]

I’m in no hurry: the sun and the moon aren’t, either. Nobody goes faster than the legs they have. If where I want to go is far away, I’m not there in an instant. (6/20/1919) Alberto Caeiro, The Collected Poems of Alberto Caeiro . . . Don’t be in a rush and in a hurry with your creativity and talent. There is a process for a reason. The process stage infuses deep learning and garners experiences that can’t be bought but has to be earned. The process stage prepares you well for the long journey ahead and how to handle all that life will throw at you from personal to business. We must learn to appreciate the process to be able to enjoy the journey. Happy mid week creatives. . . . Stunning visuals via @afrostylemagz: "B E A U T Y N B E Y O N D [swipe] Past ASM ft Model Naoumie Shot/ A.Dir by Oye Diran, MUAH by Seven Knows...Gorg!! @sevenknows @oye_diran @naoumie @sevenknows WWW.VOIXMEETSMODE.COM #fashion #fashionista #followforfollow  #art #love #amazing #tbt #instamood  #picoftheday  #selfie #lol #beautiful  #blackandwhite #photographer #photo  #photography #summer #asia  #photooftheday #followme #me #fun  #style #throwback #color #creative  #europe #africa #wedding #voixmeetsmode https://www.instagram.com/p/B8Lqg8fAI5J/?igshid=xj4vwdgvonhd

[hamoudablog]

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I am one of my sensations. —Alberto Caeiro From The Collected Poems Photo | Charlotte Rampling By Jeanloup Sieff pic.twitter.com/qwAWmodnUY

— Dreamer (@MeinTraum7) August 3, 2019

[rita22123]

“Other times when I hear the wind blow I feel that just hearing the wind blow makes it worth being born.” ― Alberto Caeiro, The Collected Poems of Alberto Caeiro

[jbhomemadesugaring]

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[nahalism]

What kind of books do you read? Any you recommend? The words you share are powerful, I suppose I have a desire to know a bit of what you know by learning how you learned it, to an extent.

im sorry i only just saw this. honestly everything and at times nothing. i have a big list of recommended books on here from a time a read more prolifically, but as of late ive been reading alberto caeiro’s (fernando pessoa’s) collected poems, margaret atwood’s handmaids tale, stephen king’s the institute, & im halfway through hélène lee’s the first rasta.🖤 if what you seek are powerful words, look no further further than for the words already in your heart.

[thanoptypical]

Live, you say, in the present; Live only in the present. But I don’t want the present, I want reality; I want things that exist, not time that measures them. What is the present? It’s something relative to the past and the future. It’s a thing that exists in virtue of other things existing. I only want reality, things without the present. I don’t want to include time in my scheme. I don’t want to think about things as present; I want to think of them as things. I don’t want to separate them from themselves, treating them as present. I shouldn’t even treat them as real. I should treat them as nothing. I should see them, only see them; See them till I can’t think about them. See them without time, without space, To see, dispensing with everything but what you see. And this is the science of seeing, which isn’t a science.

Alberto Caeiro, The Collected Poems of Alberto Caeiro