236. Going to Lisbon–yappy yappy ya ya–maybe we’ll be struck by Pessoa’s hypographia and develop 72 heteronyms of our own!

January 7th, 2010 § 16 Comments

Me: LaRok tiered garden dress, Michael: H&M pink shirt, my dad’s tie, my dad’s sports jacket, Silence & Noise supertight black jeans, fresh yellow roses stolen from a vase.

We’re going to Lisbon tomorrow. What have I done today to prepare? A lipsmack of nothing except pick up my new glasses that have secret heart cut-outs, and eat lobster-tofu soup and french fries. I’m scared to go to Lisbon tomorrow and I’m scared to leave my family and I’m scared to go back to Iowa.

I read a little bit of The Book of Disquietude online to calm me.

To describe the universal is to describe what is common to all human souls and to all human experience–the broad sky, with day and night occurring in it and by it; the flowing of rivers, all with the same fresh and nunnish water; the vast waving mountains known as oceans, which hold the majesty of height in the secret of their depths; the fields, the seasons, houses, faces, gestures; clothes and smiles; love and wars; gods both finite and infinite; the formless Night, mother of the world’s origin; Fate, the intellectual monster that is everything…Describing these or any other universals, my soul speaks the primitive and divine language, the Adamic tongue that everyone understands. But what splintered, Babelish language would I use to describe the Santa Justa Lift, the Reims Cathedrale, the breeches worn by the Zouaves, or the way Portuguese is pronounced in the province of Trás-os-Montes?

I look forward to seeing the Santa Justa Lift, I wonder if we’ll hear how Portuguese is pronounced in Trás-os-Montes, there’s more I’m not even dimly aware of yet, this post is dedicated to Michael because sometimes he wears flowers in his hair, and he saved my house from burning down in gingery flames, and he introduced me to Pessoa and his aphorisms and his heteronyms and his obsession with what other people thought of him, and he told me about hypographia–when you can’t stop writing–and he convinced me to go to Portugal, and if there exists a splintered, Babelish language to describe all of the shivering, mysterious particulars of the world, I’m sure Michael would master it immediately.

Both photos taken at the Harvard Club this past summer, where my friend Victoria held her wedding reception. (Photo by MTT)

I would love to hear from anyone who has been to Lisbon/Portugal. Do you have recommendations for places to see and things to do and food to consume? I’m open to anything, from the sleazy to the cheesy, and I’d love to scout out some vintage clothing stores and bring home some European booty for my Etsy shop.

Love, Jenny

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