Reading Pessoa

Came across this reading Pessoa today:

 

Tengo grandes estancamientos. No es que, todo el mundo, tarde días y días en contestar con una postal la carta urgente que me han escrito. No es que, como nadie, retrase indefinidamente lo fácil que me resulta útil, o lo útil que me resulta agradable. Hay mas sutileza en mi falta de entendimiento conmigo mismo. Me estanco en el alma misma. Se produce en mí una suspensión de la voluntad, de la emoción, del pensamiento, y esta suspensión dura magnos días.

 

There you go.

New Chapter One

Having visited my agent a couple of weeks ago, we decided to make a few changes to Chapter One of PIGS. The new Chapter One has now been posted.

Rain

To quote Edward Thomas, after nearly five months of blazing sun and hot weather: Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain on this bleak hut, and solitude, and me. In Ocentejo, as you can see, desperately trying to get PIGS ready before the beginning of December. The task seems more impossible as each day goes by and I look at how much there is still left to do. Brings Allen Ginsberg to mind: Four skinheads stand in the streetlight rain chatting under an umbrella. Rainy night on Union square, full moon. Want more poems? Wait till I'm dead.

PIGS (Version 4)

^{I am posting the first chapters of PIGS version 4. Just back from El Bierzo in the North West of Spain. One of the most beautiful parts of the country I have seen. Well worth a visit.}

Autumn then

Autumn is here, although in Madrid we still have summer temperatures and cloudless skies. The summer was quiet this year. There were short visits to Istanbul, Lisbon and London, but, apart from that, nothing much to report. Istanbul and Lisbon are two of the hilliest cities I have ever been to and brought about a sudden desire to lose weight and get myself slightly fitter. The former has been successful, the latter, I fear, has not. Next week-end, there is a 10 km cross country run in Ocentejo. I am not quite ready to put my name down for that.

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