Thus all of the heteronym forger’s mysticism, nationalism, and other ardent divagations came back to none other than himself
Despite his megalomania, Pessoa harbored no illusions about the unexceptional, even bourgeois etiology of his disquiet
Or should we call those writings an expanding universe? Over the last ten years, as new texts from the archives have been transcribed and published and with many new players entering the picture, Fernando Pessoa & Co. has proved to be a larger, more complex enterprise than anyone had imagined. When…
[...] The only way Pessoa could conceive of being a poet was by not being, by pretending, by achieving complete insincerity:
The poet is a faker
Who’s so good at his act
He even fakes the pain
Of pain he feels in fact.
And those who read his words
Will feel in what he wrote
N…
[...] Campos was the dynamic, free-spirited heteronym—a bisexual dandy who studied in Glasgow, traveled to the Orient, and lived it up in London, acting out many things Pessoa dreamed of but never dared to do. Or never cared to? Whatever the case, Pessoa had no reason to regret having delegated his…
