Once upon a time,
a long time ago...
I lived on the breath of the songs.
It is on their lips I danced.
I wrestled with their lithe
while all the children
Through poetry I lie,
I make lessons alive,
I admonish, I chastise.
I am a lie.
I am old.
I am timeless.
What is a story?
Stories are lessons, they are blessings, they are cautionary tales. Told: mouth to mouth, stories are the ways by which we make sense of the world, through bewitching narratives which both inspire and ensnare.
From origin stories which warn of the dangerous inclinations of humankind, to the folk-horror stories that remind children to not wander off the beaten path, stories are many times a way to learn from the past and side step the previous grievances of our ancestors.
What kind of stories are there?
There are those local and communal stories, the ones we tell to ourselves and the ones we tell to each other. And then there are those other, bigger stories that are told to us. We may be told many different stories over the course of a single day.
What are stories for?
Sometimes stories are a way of telling what has happened with background and with context. Sometimes they are a way of hyperbolizing what has happened for dramatic effect. Sometimes they are a way of twisting the truth so hard and backwards that it breaks open, and only the lies pool out.
But this is what stories are not:
Stories are not facts.