A Poem By Pessoa On Social Media

“No intelligent idea can gain general acceptance unless some stupidity is mixed in with it.” — Fernando Pessoa

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Born in Lisbon, Fernando Pessoa was a Portuguese poet, writer, critic, translator, publisher and philosopher. He is considered one of the most significant literary figures of the 20th century and one of the greatest poets of the Portuguese language.

From the highest window of my house
I wave farewell with a white handkerchief
To my poems going out to humanity.
And I’m neither happy nor sad.
That is the fate of poems.
I wrote them and must show them to everyone
Because I cannot do otherwise,
Even as the flower cannot hide its color,
Nor the river hide its flowing,
Nor the tree hide the fruit it bears.
~ Fernando Pessoa, 1914

As I read these words last night in my easy I chair, it struck me that they could just as easily apply to bloggers today.

From the highest window of my house
I wave farewell with a white handkerchief
To my blog entries going out to humanity.
…that is the fate of a blog post.

We write them and must show them to everyone….

Pessoa’s little stanza shows insight about human nature. First, there is the desire to create. So we produce art, or books or pottery, or maybe a miniature railroad or carved hope chest or a city. We create things. Then, there is the need to share. Just as the tree must give up its fruit, and feels no compunction to cling to it, so we recognize our role and yield to it.

We share for many reasons, but one is our innate desire to connect with others.

And so it is that we see the remarkable growth of today’s social media. Blogger, Twitter, Facebook. Instagram. Snapchat. Pessoa continues:

Who knows who might read them?
Who knows into what hands they’ll fall?
A flower, I was plucked by fate to be seen.
A tree, my fruit was picked to be eaten.
A river, my water’s fate was to flow out of me.
I submit and feel almost happy,
Almost happy like a man tired of being sad.
Go, go away from me!

The tree passes and is scattered throughout Nature.
The flower wilts and its dust lasts forever.
The river flows into the sea and its water is forever the water that was its own.
I pass and I remain, like the Universe.

And if you have read this blog entry today, it is my gift to you for the weekend. Clap as much as you like.

Originally published at pioneerproductions.blogspot.com
Here is
another poem by Pessoa that I once shared.
The illustration at the top of the page is my own.

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