Stories: Summaries and links

The writings that follows are of a piece in that they are a response to letters from a friend.

Suppose that you begin with : http://eggcreme.blogspot.com/2013/06/telling-stories.html

bouncing off Jonathon Gottschall.

Then to: http://eggcreme.blogspot.com/2013/07/making-up-stories-as-we-go.html in which I end up telling a story about losing a bet and going for ice cream.

Then perhaps the crown jewel: http://eggcreme.blogspot.com/2013/07/sequitur-explanations-and-stories.html. Perhaps things are starting to really come together.

And finally: http://eggcreme.blogspot.com/2013/07/is-clarity-next-to-godlinessis-it.html.

A venture into the meaning of clarity.

Two pieces for illustration purposes follow:

A poem describing my Fourth of July: http://www.blogger.com/i.g?inviteID=9103117969126881594&blogID=7844783554281651084

The photos add meaning.(The link expires in August. Contact bhe to refresh the link to the unlisted blog.) Only the poem itself is posted at: http://walktokawap.blogspot.com/2013/07/uncle-ray.html This poem is a little interesting to me, since it was written for people who were there, yet might it make sense to readers who were not? I suspect the answer is 'yes' in spite of missing details and contexts.

And these two pieces, one text and one photo-essay: http://walktokawap.blogspot.com/2013/07/hunger-for-honor-and-renown.html and http://walktokawap.blogspot.com/2013/07/tennis-latkes_2234.html in which the photos are perhaps worth a thousand words.

My bottom line is that if you fail to understand what I have meant, there is a good chance I could have told the story better. But the chance is not vanishingly small that a reader has failed to pay close enough attention, or simply lacked some necessary context for following a story that doesn’t proceed they way they’d prefer. That’s a risk I am prepared to take. I intend to be understood. But I don’t need to write for the least common denominator. If I'm not going to be widely read, I will at least have some fun.

These are my stories: must I spell them out for you? If you think I am losing an essential screw somewhere, ask me. I’d be more than happy to give you a clue. Most of my readers - well, you know where to find me.

Descartes walked into a bar.

The bartender asked: Can I make you a whiskey sour?

Descartes replied: I think not –

an therefore he promptly vanished.