Storytelling

I would say I celebrate storytelling. Passing ideas forward using one kind of narrative form or another. The actual telling of the stories themselves provides a kind of lesson for the teller and the audience. A lesson in the act of listening, reading, watching and understanding. Once transmitted orally, the story is lost to the teller and may be lost to the world if it is not remembered or has not suitably impressed anybody. In fact it could be lost even if it has made an impression. So there is something sad or elegiac about the whole storytelling process. That fatalistic awareness goes hand in hand with the good parts, the group dynamic of the telling and the cathartic experience of the teller. Everybody has stories to tell but not everybody is a story teller. As a teacher and a writer I get lots and lots of practice. And of course I often wonder how much of what I say gets confused or even lost in the transmission.