Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
An early start and a whimsical subtitle. What more does a clark need?
What more, indeed.
Other than, perhaps, a host who welcomes one and all. Kristi Brockett-Brierly, does so each week until the next Thursday.
The skill and talent to continue this, a TToT so rare, surely is unlikely, we ask that you don’t stare.
Una and Phyllis, as both number one and two. A photo showing dark fur and coat of blue. At the top of this week’s list… won’t that be grand?
A story is beneath this all, words together to tell a tale, both serial and singular, Chapter 21 and the Six Sentence Story.
Speaking of finding order in a world that pretty much consists of that which we imbue it; views and perspectives abound. The secret to the secret is to know there are no secrets, merely ways of seeing, at present unknown.
(Just lost whatever the internal word-rhythm thing I was feeling when I started this here TToT, here. Given that I do not have more than a, ‘damn-how-you-do-that?’ sensibility for the non-prose parts of the land of Rhetoria, I guess I’ll just leave the rest to Mr. Carroll*. I’m truly well-advised to stick to the stuff I know, (both real and imagined).
The Book of Secret Rules (aka the Secret Book of Rules)
Speaking of the serial story, ‘the Case of the Missing Starr’. I should have the link to this week’s chapter, Chapter 21, by the middle of the afternoon, or maybe this afternoon. lol I’m in that creative-isometric mode. It’s a matter of reminding myself of the true reason for writing this serial story. Practice and fun. The notion of being, ‘good enough’, is surely the most self-destructive mental wolf to ever don sheep’s clothing. Much as I enjoy the metaphor-mashup, this observation is not fair to the wolf.**
There is still an opening in the Comments below for anyone who wishes to participate in the-bloghop-that-Lizz-created. Send your Grat Item (or Items), and I’ll paste ’em right down in the comments. (Don’t forget to include attributions, dedications, shout-outs and any other messages you’d like to have associated with your contribution.)
something, something
(Sunday’s Supplment…. here sometime, tomorrow)
And, to close things out… Secret Rule 1.3 (it’s a way of saying, ‘Hey. Another week, another TToT!)
* The Walrus and the Carpenter, Lewis Carroll
** fortunately for us, the Wakefield Doctrine reminds us that, the wolf don’t much care about how fair we may or may not be to he or she
Music vid: Man! I could not remember the name of this song. Could only recall that the lead instrument was trumpet and the first few notes. Thanks to the internet and its step-daughter, (who-showed-so-much- potential-and-was-charitable-to-a-fault-as-a-little-girl-until-being-exposed-to-the-bright-lights-and-shiny-things), the youtube… I spent the time listening to as many jazz standards as I needed to in order to find it. For whatever reason, and I’m not a jazz guy, this song is total autumn-evening-weather music.
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I am the rare individual to not be very well versed in Mr. Carroll’s work.
Can’t say I cared for the poem,The Walrus and the Carpenter :D This is a children’s poem? lol
Thank you for the Chet. Yes, the first notes are quite unforgettable. Excellent composition.
Nice change ‘o pace TToT :)
Have come to like Chet a bunch. Total sucker for the smoky, urban lounge music. Late to enjoying horns in general, trumpets in particular, But its such a good song.
You made me smile at your smiles. Lovely list!
Thank you, Lisa
Love to see Una and Phyllis in their proper place on your list. I’m enjoying the jazz and wondering if I should take up trumpet. Probably not, but it’s lovely. I don’t appreciate Carroll like some folks do because I grew up and down the rabbit hole. I do like word play, though I always experience the same “where did it go?” as you apparently did. I do appreciate your role in the TToT Sagas!
(God, imagine how difficult it must be for others to listen to a person learn and instrument like the trumpet … or worse, any of the stringed (but not fretted) instruments… these you have have to learn to create the note, along with learning to play music. I make the distinction from instruments with keyboards, ’cause at least to note will be correct, if not the correct and appropriate one lol)
First, how’d you select the Walrus and the Carpenter poem? I am entirely curious. Second, you couldn’t remember the title to that song? I wonder if that’s a clark thing. Maybe, maybe not. See, I hear the tune of a song first. If I really like it, I’ll listen to it like 20 times before I figure out the title and the artist. (Usually I figure out the artist first…the title later if the artist is lucky.) Actually hearing the words of a song? I don’t usually hear them until I have heard the song 20 times. Then I might remember parts of the chorus or something. But it’s rare that I actually know all the words to a song. John, on the other hand, hears the words of a song first. He’ll know the whole song, words and all, after a few times of listening. That does not happen for me unless I have a paper with the lyrics in front of me and listen for a few times.
I remember Barbara Kingsolver once commented about such things in one of her memoirs. She lamented and was surprised that she knew a lot of people who like the song for its tune, rather than the words, because she couldn’t NOT hear the words and start to interpret them. I was reading along and sort of hid like she could see me. I’m one of those people who might listen to a song with terrible lyrics, but if I like the tune, well…I like the tune and I’ll listen, dang it. Haha.
That (remembering identifying information relating to music) must be in a special class of memory (and therefore reality). But… but! Is it possible to do this same thing (remember a major quality of a song, i.e. a portion of the melody) with odors and scents? ayiiee!
Actually, I have two scents in my mind that I totally link to a memory and an emotion (I like them)… but the vocabulary is non-existent. At least with music, one has the potential to sing or hum or perhaps play a melody, or with John, say the lyrics and that will trigger the whole…”Now somewhere in the Black Mountain hills of Dakota, There lived a young boy named Rocky Raccoon” And you totally hear the elongation of the ‘oon’ in Raccoon.
As to the Walrus and the Carpenter? The photo… ships and, naturally ‘of shoes and ships and… sealing wax (Why sealing wax!? Probably the non-expectedness of that is what draws me to the line and the poem,)
Oh, you were doing fine with the Carrollesque start. Nothing wrong with trying something new–whether or not it made it through the whole post. His talent in sing-songing words is something else, though, isn’t it?
that (the simple attractiveness of a sing-song rhythm) along with not being overly concerned with the actual, correct meanings of words is the fun. There is something about that… what does he have a character say about the correct use of words…. hold on
there it is, Humpty Dumpty, of all characters, to Alice: “When I use a word,’ Humpty Dumpty said in rather a scornful tone, ‘it means just what I choose it to mean — neither more nor less.’
Trying to catch up again, love your list.
I totally enjoyed this. . . “the true reason for writing this serial story. Practice and fun. The notion of being, ‘good enough’, is surely the most self-destructive mental wolf to ever don sheep’s clothing. Much as I enjoy the metaphor-mashup, this observation is not fair to the wolf.**
It has been ever so long that I have read The Walrus and the Carpenter. Thanks for the memory jar.
Love your choice of listening music. Hard to leave and go to the next blog. :-)
Thank you, Pat. Have become a fan of Chet. Have always enjoyed Lewis Carroll’s celebration of the non-sensical.