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This is the Six Sentence Story.
This is hosted by Denise
This story better have six and only six sentences.
This is the prompt word:
CIRCLE
“…will be unbroken, by and by, Lord, by and by.”
The lyrics attached themselves to the Medulla Auditoria, or whatever lobe of the brain is responsible for subvocal sing-a-longs, remembering a loved one on the basis of less than a syllable and those almost-real voices reminding us Shakespeare was on the money about philosophy and dreams.
He had really no decent reason to feel depressed. A funereal for a relative of a friend, an hour spent in soaring edificae legitimizing the fear of extinction, emceed by an official of an organized religion that has bet the farm that their deity prefers sacramental vestments be brightly colored and soundly unisex in both cut and design.
Nothing elevates an ordinary day more effectively than news of death. Hearing, receiving or otherwise becoming aware of the end of life for someone we can put a face to, is the moral/ philosophical equivalent of those little red, square tabs in the middle of every GFI switch; it is as graphic a reminder of the temporary nature of life as a anvil in a wading pool.
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First allow me to say – really like the musical selection. Quite well done.
And your Six, gives me pause to think.
yeah, totally lucked out with that one*
*the path? the line with the Shakespeare quote (Horatio)… and made naturally that led to Sweet Dreams and finally (as luck would have it) I scrolled down far enough to get the version you see/hear
Sometimes just being there to support the one mourning awakens us to the reality of our own mortality. It can be a sober reminder.
Well done SSS.
Thank you, Pat… agree, it can be both sobering and life-affirming
Perfect
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two thumbs UP on the music. Had I three, you’d get that on the six. Your dudeism is on display.
thanks, man… (as I mentioned down at Denise’ totally lucked out with the music vid)
While I don’t have a story written for this week, I must say that when I read the prompt word, “Will the Circle Be Unbroken” was the first thing that popped into my head, too. Nice job with your six.
The version I like the best, for there are no few renditions of the song, by Ralph Stanley
I thought same thing with this cue as well even though I didnt get my act together to write it…Great. song though!
Thanks Zoe. yeah, totally got lucky with the song and, sometimes, that provides the inspiration for a final polish to a Six
Awesome mashup of two classy tunes! (think I too have a mashup for my own SSS this week, last week I was absent in exhaustion). Class words and strong images formed too, sir. Bravo on your six! The vêtements of preachers is a wardrobe as wide as the words they preach.
In France, one of its 70s singers died yesterday of C-19, a singer, songwriter called Christophe – so many tributes pouring in today to remember his music and the gifts he left.
Thank you.
…hey! muy beneficial juxtaposition of comment and on-going writing challenge.
vêtements!! no, wait!! hear me out! lol
one of the challenges in writing (for me) is describing characters’ clothing. e.g. in the Hobbomock Chronicles, I may write ‘And Michael wore a Ban Lon shirt and slacks and let it go at that. But women’s clothing is, at least for me, total hieroglyphics. So, when I saw the word vêtements I immediately looked it up*.
And there was a bunch of sites and images and such of clothing, male and female. I thought, ‘Cool’
The thing about this internet, despite being biggest used bookstore in the universe and most convenient encyclopedia available anywhere, when attempting to learn something you know you don’t know, everything hinges on asking the correct question. So, following the trail that appeared when looking up the word, I found myself among sites that I wouldn’t necessarily asked the proper question to get to.
Way to go, accented words!
* at first glance, I thought I saw an umlaut… and thought, ‘That would be cool’… but the translation was in larger print and I could see the accent. (Words-with-Accents Slogan, ‘Don’t worry ’bout nothin, just gonna mess with one syllable, it’ll go back to normal before ya know it.‘)
You’re so right about the convenience of our wonderful WWW. Back in the days before, I’d spend ages in library reference sections, or at home going through volumes of books as big and as heavy as paving stones.
And yes, so many diversions and the stumbling upon things you had no idea you would read!
Amazingly good is our internet, and a friend to all writers with its many tools.
Just don’t get me started on predictive text:
https://thevintagetoyadvertiser.org/2018/05/22/predictive-text-its-no-picnic/
lol*
The research (real or imaginary) is so much more accessible with the internet… can’t imagine how they did it in the old days… (‘Dear Mr. Lewis, Would you kindly confirm the rumour that I’ve that you nick-named yourself after your favorite dog. Yours truly…’ SASe inclosed)
One of the thing about the google that will eat the entire morning is when I’m search for locations… google streetview up and down the streets of: (no fair zooming up to map level…read the signs and click ahead)
*fun post, the picnic post
The perfect picture and analogy!
Thank you, Susan.
The first thing that came to mind was that song but you did it up right!
Like the right colored socks, makes all the difference.
Another thinker from you, Clark. Nothing pleases me more than literature that puts my brain to work.
Excellent music choice – love this song but was unaware of this particular version. Adding to my playlists.
Teach me to number my days, that i may gain a heart of wisdom.