It is impossible to spend a few days in Lisbon and to be a compulsive voyeur of bookstores, without noticing almost everywhere the name of Fernando Pessoa. I knew that he was a poet and, vaguely, that his star was on the ascendant because I have seen his name mentioned in a number of publications. But I never read anything written by him. Seeing him now everywhere in Lisbon, in French and English translations, and even in a small bookstore dedicated entirely to his writings, spurred my interest.
Even if post-scarcity Utopia won't be reached in my lifetime, we must take steps towards it, we can't just accept the current world as natural, we cannot...
It is ironic that Pessoa himself never got close to material wealth earned by him despite all is inate unique qualities. And he tried through different ways such as trying is luck as an entrepeneur.
Even if post-scarcity Utopia won't be reached in my lifetime, we must take steps towards it, we can't just accept the current world as natural, we cannot...
It is ironic that Pessoa himself never got close to material wealth earned by him despite all is inate unique qualities. And he tried through different ways such as trying is luck as an entrepeneur.