Giovanni Cavazzon..


FRANCO FERRAROTTI
written for "Ink and nib"

They say I’m a prolific writer albeit an insolent scribbler. Indeed there are over eighty titles in my name. But my books aren’t books at all. They are titles of books which may never be written. What’s more, I press no keys; the old typewriter has no use for me either. But this doesn’t make me a luddite or a meccanoclast. Simply, I’ve remained loyal to what I deem essential and that is ink, nib, pen and inkwell. I don’t know how to write. Writing hasn’t captivated me yet. I’m a devout follower of the oral tradition. I don’t write. I chat with paper. The scratching of the nib is a steady syncopated murmur. The black stroke on paper is mine, only mine. It isn’t an abstract or impersonal style of conversation. It is the mark of a unique and unwavering individual, one who comes round once and leaves his indelible mark.
With the gentle tenacity of a traditional teacher Giovanni Cavazzon reminds me of this above and beyond faustian or prometheic almightiness.


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