Mar 17 2008
Stories We Tell
Last week, at my other blog, I wrote about Stories; stories that suggest themselves to us because we hear something or see something and suddenly we’ve spun a yarn around a little idea that turns out to be so much more.
Story is a term we apply to a wide range of things, basically a narrative of sorts. But a story can be fiction or not. In fact we constantly tell stories about our day, our week, our life, to other people. There are probably stories we like to tell. And the way we tell them evolves–not that the truth changes, but we learn how to tell it in such a way that others are interested.
Telling stories is essential. It is a way to transmit truths. It is a way to understand ourselves and others.
This week we are looking at stories. But not just any kind of story; the story that presents it’s self in a poem, or as the case maybe, a group of poems. Of course poems have an idea they wrap themselves around, and often that idea suggests a story. But this week is not about the idea. We’re focusing on the little vignette, something that could have happened to you, or your grandmother. Maybe it didn’t. But, it could have.
While I didn’t leave a comment when I initially read this post, you cannot know how much it sparked my thought process. In particular, your words to define one of the main purposes in telling a story, “Telling stories is essential. It is a way to transmit truths. It is a way to understand ourselves and others.” Reading these words, I said, “YES,” and they went into one of my posts this week. I have more thoughts on this related to what you say in your post Out of the Dust and will leave them there.
[…] This post at Just an Orange sparked my thought process about stories. Allysha said, “Telling stories is essential. It is a way to transmit truths. It is a way to understand ourselves and others.” […]