Writing makes us wild. It takes us back to a wildness from before life. And we always recognize it: it's the wildness of the forests, as old as the world. The wildness of the fear of everything, distinct from life itself and inseparable from it. [...] It isn't only writing, the written word, it's the cries of the night animals, everyone's cries, yours and mine, the dogs' cries.
via: Vasco Brondi, Una cosa spirituale (Einaudi, 2025) — Città contemporanee e foreste primitive
Info & reflection: writing as a return to something from before civilization. Not expression but emission.
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- Una cosa spirituale. Non fare niente, altre forme d'arte — Brondi quotes Duras in Città contemporanee e foreste primitive: wild writing like the primeval forest Thoreau sees under every city