Issue 6 2010 - TLS - Victoria University
Issue 6 2010 - TLS - Victoria University
Issue 6 2010 - TLS - Victoria University
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this story<br />
by Kristin Henry<br />
Don’t stop me if you’ve heard this one. It’s time to honour the art of repetition. God was the<br />
last original. Some people have always known this; people from places where they’ve danced<br />
the same dance right down to the slightest lift of their finger tips for thousands of years, and<br />
not because they lack imagination; people from places where they tell a story over and over<br />
again and it’s more than what happens next that makes you listen. They know a story isn’t<br />
born whole, it takes the storyteller time to chisel and mould, practice to remember exactly not<br />
just plots but all the tiny inflections. And children know this too. Try to change their stories<br />
and they’ll send you back to the beginning. They want it right, not different. And for them<br />
and us the spaces between are also part of the story. It takes everybody time to memorise the<br />
stretch of silence, the intake of breath. Anticipation’s best when you know what you’re waiting<br />
for. This story is not new. Not a surprising story. This story is for reminding. This story is<br />
for making you feel like you feel when you know the words of a song or a prayer in church.<br />
This is a story about where you came from so it’s a story about where you belong and it<br />
doesn’t change, it’s not supposed to, it’s the story of how you got so strong and it’s the story<br />
of the story. Every now and then I’ll want to tell you how it was and even though you know the<br />
way it all turns out you hae to listen with your heart open, the very heart by which you<br />
already know the words. But sometimes listen with your eyes closed, as if it was an opera in<br />
Italian, and don’t worry about the language, just vibrate to the colours and get ready for those<br />
high notes. They’re coming. This story delivers what it promises. Lie back and float on the<br />
waves I make with the gestures of my hands. Yes, I’ll repeat myself. You can move your lips a<br />
little, you can even join in when it gets to your favourite part. Here there is no edge for<br />
cutting, and no garde for avanting, there is only the same old story, fresh as resurrection.<br />
Kristin Henry is a Melbourne poet and teacher and has contributed generously to many editions of<br />
Platform.<br />
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