A fairy tale is a homeland without territory
I cannot banish darkness,
but I can give her a voice.
Even if the night persists,
the power to walk through it …
The fairy tale is the first house without walls. Bread from words. A tiny lantern burning in my mother's mouth. In it are written the letters of winter Ashes, famine, forests, birds and the ancient premonition that the ineffable dwells under the layer of the visible.
Thirty years. As if a tiny light was passing through the bottomless forest; from hand to hand, from voice to voice ... Jubilee 30. the performance of The Storytelling Festival will be a refuge for the space of the voice, a safe haven of listening, a nest in which the uncertainty of the world can be conveyed. So that the soul does not sob only inward …
We will therefore wind the storytelling chambers with the awareness that fairy tales are portable houses of thought; that we can go with them through a whirlwind of Exile, solitude and historical (z)refraction, why stories sculpt a symbolic space that opens up to a different order of the world. With the idea that it is a he (but the resistance against the erasure of and to have the fairy-tale is of the utmost significance to the archive odrinjenih of the votes, we will be going in, in the form of proximity: the vulnerability watching you for a while, the parts of the same hearth, and the same temò. Folk and author's fairy tales, music and performative flexibility will be living witnesses of the light above the landscape of time. In the attention and shared experience of the world, we will keep each other visible.
A fairy tale does not mislead anyone; it is its sacred duty to defend the right to secrecy. This living being, capable of crossing the tongue and surviving the mindlessness of war, is a collection of human sensibilities. And perhaps that is why we are telling: that there would forever be a place that allows everyone to sit down with their tem / / and, at the voice of the other, feel for a moment that he has arrived home.
In a light song, fingers and water / I tremble timidly / the world gathers around the voice / as if palms were spread out between words / to put my restlessness in them / the story Burns softly / an insignificant light in the wind / a shelter without a fortress / lest I fall apart / completely / into the night
Tjasa Koprivec Vuga
program director of The Storytelling Festival
Pravljica je domovina brez ozemlja
Teme ne morem pregnati,
a smem ji dati glas.
Četudi noč vztraja,
je poslej moč hoditi skoznjo …
Pravljica je prva hiša brez zidov. Kruh iz besed. Majcena lanterna, ki gori v materinih ustih. V njej so zapisane črke zimskega pepela, lakote, gozdov, ptic in prastare slutnje, da pod slojem vidnega biva neizrekljivo.
Trideset let. Kot bi skozi brezdanji gozd potovala drobcena luč; iz roke v roko, iz glasu v glas … Jubilejna 30. izvedba Pripovedovalskega festivala bo zatočišče za prostor glasu, varen pristan poslušanja, gnezdo, v katerem je mogoče prenesti negotovost sveta. Da duša ne bi ihtela le navznoter …
Pripovedovalske kamre bomo zato vetrili z zavedanjem, da so pravljice prenosne hiše umišljave; da moremo z njimi skozi viher izgnanstva, samote in zgodovinskega (z)loma, zakaj zgodbe klešejo simbolni prostor, ki odpira v drugačen red sveta. Z zavedanjem, da je pripovedovanje (tudi) odpor zoper izbris in da so pravljice nadvse pomenljiv arhiv odrinjenih glasov, bomo vstopali v oblike bližine: v ranljivost budnosti, ki si za trenutek deli isto ognjišče in isto temò. Ljudske in avtorske pravljice, glasba in performativna prožnost bodo žive priče svetlobe nad pokrajino časa. V pozornosti in skupni izkušnji sveta se bomo medsebojno ohranili vidnega.
Pravljica ne potvarja vnanjega; njena sveta dolžnost je ubraniti pravico do skrivnosti. To živo bitje, ki zmore prečkati jezik in preživeti brezumje vojne, je zbir človeške občutljivosti. In nemara prav zato pripovedujemo: da bi za vselej obstajal kraj, ki sleherniku dopušča, da prisede s svojo temò – in ob glasu drugega za hip začuti, da je vendarle prispel domov.
V lahnem spevu prsti in voda / plašno vztrepetam / svet se zbere okrog glasu / kakor bi se med besedami razstrle dlani / da vanje položim svoj nemir / pripoved tiho gori / neznatna luč v vetru / zavetje brez trdnjave / da ne razpadem / povsem / v noč
Tjaša Koprivec Vuga
programska vodja Pripovedovalskega festivala