Brighton Story Tellers

Forget those long evenings - join us for thrilling tales
and forays into intriguing lands...
An evening with a difference...

 

 

"There is nothing as powerful as the human voice telling a tale without any music or any props. I find it interesting that at the same time as young people experience more and more vivid, screeching, overpowering sounds and images created or accessed by technology, simple storytelling, using nothing more than vocal chords, is enjoying a huge revival"
Dea Birkett, Guardian 02/07/05

Brighton Storytellers is part of a renaissance in the art of oral storytelling nationwide, with various kinds of storytelling events springing up from small story-sharing groups through to top-flight telling at the Barbican and festivals such as Beyond the Border and Festival at the Edge where you can immerse yourself in story for a whole weekend!

At the heart of the storytelling revival are the traditional stories. From folk and wondertales, to epics and creation myths, the spoken word can breathe life into the magic, metaphor, common-sense wisdom and playfulness of traditional narratives, offering contemporary adult audiences a link to the common heritage of ancestral imagination.
However storytelling also embraces urban legend, autobiography, and….well anything that makes a good story!

Autumn Season 2008
This autumn we are shifting our emphasis from public performances to the more intimate and informal style of the storycircle.
We will meet on the fourth Thursdays of the month (except December!) 7.30-9.30
at the Friends Meeting House, Ship Street, Brighton.(map)
The door toll will be £3/2.50
A space to try out new stories, hone your skills, bring riddles, take part in lighthearted storymaking games.....or just listen.

"I saw banquets and voyages, armies and oceans, battling heroes and ravening gods all conjured out of thin air by a voice. Film is often thought to be a threat to literature. But the images that billowed and faded in that darkened auditorium were quite different from those that unspool across a screen. I could put my hands in front of my face and the pictures would not vanish. They were inside of me. They belonged to me. They were part of the history of the whole of human life."
The Times reviewing a performance by Hugh Lupton at the Barbican

"Without the story-in which everyone living, unborn and dead participates-we are no more than bits of paper blown on the cold wind."
George Mackay Brown

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