“But words are things and a small drop of ink,
Falling like a dew, upon a thought produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions think"
Don Juan, Lord Byron
What is the point of poetry, of literature? It is often used simply to tell a story. These stories can be told for any reason, but the question must be asked. Whose stories do we listen to?
Whose stories are listened to, rewarded and given space in the canon of approved narratives that we hand on to other people? And what happens to the stories that vary with and may even conflict with stories shared and approved in that canon?
Quite often labels are attached to these stories and storytellers, labels that can be used to discard and ignore what they say, labels such as heretic. Once attached, these labels are hard to shake off, and the storyteller pursued.
Whose stories are ignored, slandered, labelled? What do they have to say, what is in their words that is so threatening, so heretical?
The Heretics are assembling. Join us at the Rochester literature festival 25 September - 05 October 2014 to find out...