WORLD STORYTELLING DAY

WHAT DO YOU DO ALL DAY?

At the beginning of this residency I said I would sit in the cold dark of winter and see what would come for me.  What arrived in the blistering cold? Questions; a great unending sea of questions.

Questions like...What am I doing?  Is this worth doing?  Am I doing this well?  What is worth aiming for?  Was it good enough?  Am I making a difference?  Who makes their living as a storyteller?  What is the nature of performance? Why do I do what I do?  What do I get from it?  Is it enough?

 Week One In Winnipeg at the Centre for Creative Writing and Oral Culture, University College, University of Manitoba 
Written January 11th

 
 The making of a show...
I am a fool.  All storytellers are liars and thieves, but most of us are fools too.  We stand with one foot in this world and one foot in another; a place of dreams and symbols.  We look at the world and all us fools have to give  are our words, our stories and our songs.  
 

 
 
ANCIENT TECHNOLOGY CENTRE (ATC), DORSET
 
I have never told myth like it.  Last night I had the great pleasure of performing to a beautiful Dorset audience in one of the most fantastic venues on the planet.
 

 
The Sublime
 

 
CD BABY sells Clare Muireann Murphy Live at Jonesborough National Storytelling Festival 2011
The time has come!  My first CD is available for sale online at CD Baby, follow the link above.  Recorded live at the Jonesborough National Storytelling Festival in Jonesborough, Tennessee, USA Oct 2011, this CD is a mix of mythology folklore and world tales.
 

  
After appearing at Jonesborough International Storytellng Festival in October 2011 I received many kind words and hearty invitations to return to the US and share some more of my stories.  Who was I to refuse?
 

Mythology is the bedrock of culture.  It is what holds the collective imagination together in the infinitely large and mostly unfathomable universe.  I have been mesmerised by mythology since I first heard John Moriarty speaking about Connla’s Well and the lovesong of Diarmuid and Gráinne in 2003.  At least that is my first memory as an adult of being completely enthralled by a myth.