The moment the nurse laid my newborn son’s swaddled body next to my pillow, I looked into his eyes and a guttural sound rose from my belly, up my throat and out my mouth – like the sound a cow makes when her calf is just moments old. The PRIMAL SOUND rose - deeper than any cognitive behavior – linked to the rising tide of my emotions as surely as my son had been linked by umbilical cord to my body. At first, I didn’t even recognize the sounds as my own. Without analyzing, I FELT motherhood. I was alive with the power of it, ANIMATED by my son – by his scent, his shape, his features, his whimpering, by the vibration of his vocal chords when he howled. His entire physical presence vibrated within me in a different way than it had when he was in my womb, and in a way I would later learn to recognize in cows and ewes.
Watching and listening to the new musical film production of Les Misérables, my body reacted in a similar way. I felt the actors’ emotions in every cell, at a primal level, in a VISCERAL way not easily accessed through the written word. My spine vibrated as if I had become a TUNING FORK for the orchestra. The theater filled, vibrating with the actors’ voices, song after song (all recorded live, a groundbreaking technique for film). I was swept away. Transfixed. Mesmerized.
Ah, if only writers could evoke that kind of emotion and transport their readers in the same way. So how do we WRITE PRIMAL?
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