The Smelting Process Podcast
dance the dust up
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Using his hometown as the main image of the poem, Pessoa here
touches on the feeling of nostalgia which arises out of insomnia: "I
want to imagine anything, & something else always comes up". In our
modern vocabulary, we might say that he suffers from anxiety,
but, what does this really mean? Might this not just be a way to bury a
profound act of consciousness under the sod of a clinic definition? The speaker wants to go to sleep, but can't because there is always
another image, another sound, another thought to be contemplated;
another feeling, another memory, another sensation to be perceived.
Insomnia, in this sense, points toward a heightened state of awareness,
a continual peeling off of the self from itself (i.e. Sartre's
being-for-itself) which aims with all its might at sleep, here a symbol
for a kind of being that simply "is" or that "is and is nothing else".