#onwriting

I still reflect on ego hypertrophy.
Delusional statements are heard online: "Mazzantini cannot write, Pavese was a rookie, it is not clear why Erri de Luca is on Wikipedia, that book is disgusting, there is only garbage in the bookstore, the publishers publish nonsense." And I, on the other hand, always bow to everyone, I learn from everyone, even from what I don't like, I appreciate the nuances, the differences, the variety. I think that a best seller does not become one by chance, that a classic remains in the collective imagination for a specific reason. In the end, I like everything, even Moccia. "Three meters above the sky" caught me under the umbrella, "Hunger Games" kept me glued to the pages, Meyer fascinated me. And, if I read a poem by Pavese, something still moves inside me. Insights, shortcuts, short circuits between mind and heart, between form and emotion. I cannot do without it, while I can very well give up my writings.
Perhaps you write only if you recognize the writing of others before your own.

I still reflect on ego hypertrophy.

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