lisbon
i must find those love letters pessoa wrote to his fiancé,
his love with words and not the flesh…
eventually she called him a “personne” in french
(”pessoa” meaning “person” in portuguese) –
but in french it means a “nobody”,
his words were not enough for her…
his letters might be similar to
those unconsummated words kafka wrote,
& there must be others – liz barrett browning?
svetayana? rilke? lovers in love with letters,
afraid of the world…
August 24th, 2009 at 4:16 pm
compelled to tedium; there are far worse attractors.
thank you for this entry.
August 24th, 2009 at 8:16 pm
this is intruiging Mista Krueger. When the love of Love tangents.. Squirelling scrolls of intent, only to be infatuated by one’s own munications (however sincere in original aim). Mefinx the spaces cast (or whispered) open in so-called romantic munications allow for fertile breath.. heheh me’m succumbing to me own (ahem) opinion - me point was: Even passionate munications swept into auto-textua are more aim-sincere, than the slick object-grammatic perfection of scientists describing their [cool,precise, appreciation of] their object. Erm, pointia here: even Kafka’s solipsistic textromance bathed the shaded target more accurately, more lovingly, than Science’s perfect munications of love: ala’ 1 plus 1 = 2. Ahem. Scuzy bra. Me’ve blabbered (but it doesna mean me loveya less!)