A welcome day of sun so we took advance with a group cliff walks – and then a visit to town for shopping and preparing to be on our own for the weekend.
I tested my performative reading along the cliffs – finding it worked best when telling it to the sea. There is a sweet futility in this action – speaking, reading, and telling a life story to the audience of rolling waves. The strong winds come along at times and carries off fragments of speech.
Questions arise about auto / bio – graphies: who are they for? why hold on to these stories? is it for the teller or the audience? if you don’t know the person do you care, or why do you care? I cried at the end of reading of Fryn’s biography – was it reading her life from start through to its finish? does it need to have the full narrative for people to know her, or invest emotion? how else can biographies be share honestly? how to ensure it doesn’t become illustrative?
