Alvaro De Campos Quotes & Sayings

Do I believe a thing has limits!? Of course! Nothing exists that doesn't have limits. Existence means there's always something else, and so everything has limits. Why is it so hard to conceive that a thing is a thing, and that it isn't always being some other thing that's beyond it?"

At that moment I felt in my bones not that I was talking to a man, but to another universe. I tried one last time, from another angle, which I felt compelled to consider legitimate.

"Look, Caeiro... think about numbers... Where do they end? Take any number - say 34. Past it we have 35, 36, 37, 38 - there can be no end to it. There is no number so big that there is no number larger..."

"But that's just numbers," protested my master Caeiro.

And then, looking at me out of his formidable, childlike eyes:

"What is 34 in Reality, anyway? — Alvaro De Campos

His conception of the universe is, however, instinctive, not intellectual; it can't be criticized as a concept, because there's none there, and it can't be criticized as temperament, because temperament can't be criticized. — Alvaro De Campos

in exceptional circumstances - exceptional in that all circumstances in life are exceptional, especially those which are nothing in themselves and come to be everything in their results. — Alvaro De Campos

he woman Caeiro fell in love with. I have no idea who she was, and I intend to never find out, not even out of curiosity. There are things of which the soul refuses to lose its ignorance.

I'm perfectly aware no one's obliged to reciprocate love, and great poets have nothing to do with being great lovers. But there's a transcendent spite...

Let her remain anonymous even to God! — Alvaro De Campos

But what you're calling poetry is what everything is. It's not even poetry - it's seeing. These materialists are blind. You told me they say space is infinite. Where do they see that in space?"

And I, disconcerted: "But don't you think of space as infinite? Can't you conceive of space as infinite?"

"I don't conceive of anything as being infinite. How could I conceive of anything as being infinite?"

"But, man," I said, "Imagine space. Beyond that space is more space, and beyond that more, and then more, and more... It never ends..."

"Why?" asked my master Caeiro. — Alvaro De Campos

Nothing: a landscape, a glass of wine, a little loveless love, and the vague sadness caused by our understanding nothing and having lost the little we're given. — Alvaro De Campos

I suddenly asked my master Caeiro, "Are you at peace with yourself?" and he answered, "No, I'm at peace." It was like the voice of the earth, which is everything and no one. — Alvaro De Campos

Superior poets say what they really feel. Mediocre poets say what they decide to feel. Inferior poets say what they think they should feel. — Alvaro De Campos

and the idea of nothingness - the most terrifying of all ideas, when thought of with feeling - has, in my dear master's work and in my memories of him, something as high and luminous as sunlight upon snowy, unscalable peaks. — Alvaro De Campos

It's stupid, but it's human, and that's how it is. — Alvaro De Campos

the Great Vaccination - the vaccination against the stupidity of the intelligentsia. — Alvaro De Campos

I always want to be the thing I feel kinship with...
To feel everything in every way,
To hold all opinions,
To be sincere contradicting oneself every minute... — Alvaro De Campos

The Amorous Shepherd is a fruitless interlude, but those few poems are among the world's greatest love poems, because they're love poems about love, not about being poems. The poet loves because he loves, not because love exists. — Alvaro De Campos

He possesses the minimum sensibility necessary for his intelligence not to be merely mathematical, the minimum a human being needs so that it can be proven with a thermometer that he's not dead. — Alvaro De Campos

I don't believe in anything but the existence of my sensations; I have no other certainty, not even of the outer universe conveyed to me by those sensations. I don't see the outer universe, I don't hear the outer universe, I don't touch the outer universe. I see my visual impressions; I hear my auditory impressions; I touch my tactile impressions. It's not with the eyes but with the soul that I see; it's not with the ears but with the soul that I hear; it's not with the skin but with the soul that I touch.
And if someone should ask me what the soul is, I'll answer that it's me. — Alvaro De Campos

I consider a dream like I consider a shadow," answered Caeiro, with his usual divine, unexpected promptitude. "A shadow is real, but it's less real than a rock. A dream is real - if it weren't, it wouldn't be a dream - but less real than a thing. That's what being real is like. — Alvaro De Campos