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Mark Twain Chapter 3 Perceptive Readers 4e
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Today’s discussion uses an illustration about washing hands, which has been shared in lighted-hearted times, in general and why we do it. However, during the first quarter of the 2020 year, it became ever more mindful for us humans to revive or renew our thoughts on it; also with an elevated additional thought.
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‘Each year, we commemorate the sacrifice of Jesus Christ on the anniversary of his death. This important event will be observed Tuesday, April 7.’ – JW.ORG
In part 1 of Art and Music Journey in The Mind, it states: “Since there is a time for learning, exercise, and work; there is also certainly a time for (art and music) play.” Well, along with part 2 (Laura Farre Rozada) on this subject, there is an experience that I describe as superb! You can believe there are others who feel the same way.
This article: Art and Music Laura Farre Rozada
October 29, 2019 originally posted
First, let’s talk more about the next music section of this article.
Art and Music Journey in the Mind Part 2
There are more musical instruments than most people can readily name — can we say music college majors? How many of us know in depth these categories of instruments?
If you are like me, the first three in the list subconsciously come to mind, while the others require more thought. Depending on which maestro you are talking with and their interesting background culture, they will break the above 6 categories down on such a granular level that can leave your mind wondering for a bit.
Do you have a favorite instrument? Do you know how to play it? If you have a social media account, feel free to share this article with the instrument you play. Hey, some of you can share it on Instagram with your recital or band photos.
Did you know this about the pocbooks.com commentaries?
The musicians highlighted here show skills in voice, instruments, and production. Their style is who they are and yet; like with most humans, own diverse qualities to varying degrees that encompass colors of warmth and connection.
Poetry – Instruments of the Soul
There are times when a guitar just will not do.
Those moments may be many or be few.
The flute may get the attention.
After a while, there is something else that could be mentioned.
The piano may be suggested to be so bold.
However, it is the harp’s ability to soothe the soul.
Piano Masterworks Alive Laura Farre Rozada
What a superb performance! Have you ever said that after a show? Please allow me to share with you a performance myself and about fifty to eighty (the comfortable seating venue) others were able to enjoy!
The award-winning pianist and mathematician
Laura Farré Rozada
She completed her Master of Music degree as the Royal College of Music in London.
The audience that night was cordially — lively and quite a few of them specialized in fields of technical, medical and music. One composer I had an opportunity to chat with after the performance stated Laura is of high quality and a “virtuoso.”
In my brief meeting with her, I found her personality to be in the same expressions of her moving pianist skills displayed that evening. What do I mean? Allow me to explain from some of my notes I jotted down. Though I had planned on just taking it all in for an evening of food, wine, good conversation, and music; when Laura Farré Rozada started playing, I could not help but pick up my pocket sized square journal to take notes.
Laura Farré Rozada First Album
The French Reverie is Laura’s first solo album
From Spain, France, Germany, Canada, Bulgaria, and UK; her performances have been well received. Remember the virtuoso comment mentioned.
These sentiments are elaborated on here…
Musicology and Symmetry merges with Laura Farré Rozada
The pianist Laura merges sounds, beats, and music; I am not just talking as a figure of speech either. There were times when she tapped on the piano like they were bongo drums. If you think I’m kidding, I’m not. I heard from three persons who get to enjoy the arts on this level every month of the year say, in so many words, she was a new experience for them.
What a classical experience!
Every keystroke pulsated through her face and cheeks. Laura’s fingers moves at the speed of twilight. Her lips curl to give the instruments voice.
As her hair joins the chorus, the flocks starts flowing to the unseen melody of the air! – Product of Culture
The above describes the opening of her performance’s first song.
Fractuals are Real in Her Music
A Professor in computer science while in conversation with me during intermission, stated: I started seeing fractals (Fractals are infinitely complex patterns that are self-similar across different scales) in her music. Yet there is still quite something I’m still missing or looking for here.
My response with a lighthearted smile: “It is on a metaphysical and 5th dimension level.”
You could see the eureka light bulb come on in his head. “Yes, that is what I was looking for.”
Note in Details: I used the term metaphysical because I ascertained he would have more of a comprehensive view of what I was stating; rather than just saying my favorite word, “Spiritual.” The term 5th dimension also was referenced because from his expert analysis or opinion for some of his deeply contemplated expressions, you could discern he was in Quantum physics’ mode. To observe him during the performance before the intermission truly showed me the power and enlightening effect Laura’s music had on the audience.
More Listening Observations of this Pianist
Laura Farre Rozada allows every note, every vibration of molecules play out in parts of her composition.
See and hear her perform the music composition Sacrifice
There were moments when the anguish of this piece was on her face. The audience’s reaction had persons bowing their heads up and down not just in the rhythm; but yes, yes, I understand what your are saying. I feel what you are saying. One distinguish gentleman at certain pitches was placing his hands together… He closed his eyes… Was there dew drops of moisture on his eyelids?
Turning around to look at the audience, they were remembering family and events in their lives that meant a lot to them.
The Meaning We Realize
At moments, Laura would allow the last stroke of the keys fade away as she looks softly at them; it is though she is making love with music. Such a gift along with her excellent timing and precision, Laura Farre Rozada is a masterful pianist gem.
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Hi. My name is James Lynch. I am an author, writer, and vendor of intriguing creativity. The Product of Culture website. Where the writings, professionals, artists, and musicians featured here are more than meets the eye and ear for perceptive tips, recreation, and music! This website also has a collection of digital and audio books. Listen to the Perceptive Readers intriguing PODCAST!
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Art and Music Journey Since there is a time for learning, exercise, and work; there is also certainly a time for ( art and music ) play.
This article was originally posted on October 2019.
Art and Music Journey in The Mind
Playing for children often involves high energy of imagination and talking to one another.
Talk about high energy, how about the teenagers? What does your daily routine look like?
In schools around the world, do they still teach art and music courses?
It is expected that when you join a band you will learn music. However, there was a time in some elementary and middle schools you had a certain part of class room time to learn about the basic skills of playing a flute.
The same went for art.
It was not until high school you had to start picking specialized courses if you ever wanted to exercise your creative flow in that way during school hours.
The above is a conversational piece with a coffee shop vibe. As you know, conversations by their very nature are meant to be enjoyed. Conversations do not turn into arguments when there is the spirit of enjoying each other’s company.
Some of us have and will continue to enjoy our discussions over art, literature, and music.
Art and Music Journey
Did you know this about art?
There are three classical branches of Art
I hope these interesting facts will show you what is innately known. That the mind can imaginatively see art in everything and make it materialize literally overtime.
Observe the skills required to proficiently create the following branches of art on a professional or occupational level.
Shown in office buildings, restaurants, and homes. The owners of these establishments are dressing up their walls to be inviting and warm to set the tone of the environment. The environment is just as important to understanding what the prospective and perceptive clients are looking for; as well as their personality input. For example, a farmer will probably pass over placing huge buildings to decorate the walls in his home. However, an entrepreneur with dreams of owning a building that size just might say “Exactly what I was looking for!” All the while, you will peak the farmer’s interest with people smiling, lakes, and camping scenes. Do you have such skills with a paint brush?
Are 3 dimensional carvings made into stone, wood, and casting metal. It takes a precision of accuracy and patience IMHO like no other in the arts. It is not an easy thing to recover from the mistakes made and can be quite costly. To this day, Michelangelo (see Sistine Chapel) , has to be one of the most renowned Italian sculptures of all time. Though he was commissioned by Pope Julius II to paint the Sistine Chapel, he made clear in history that he is a sculptor more than a painter. Imagine that? All the same, how did this man create all these stone gems to perfection? He possessed the skills of precision accuracy and patience. Do you have such skills?
As referenced with the Sistine Chapel, the paintings on the ceiling walls, people travel from all over the world to see them; the architectural structure is no less aesthetically studied in history books from the renaissance period. Do you understand the art and engineering behind designing such buildings?
Then we have the animating performing arts! Often the ones who are not as skilled with stylus tools can find their place in music and theater. This is to make you aware everyone can find their place in exercising creativity. Have you experienced the joy of creating music or dance?
Speaking of Music
In part two of this article we will explore a couple of instruments and thoughts on music. It has been said more than once by this writer, music is one of life’s pleasures. Really, there are many you will tell you it makes life worth living through the good and tough times! Do you agree? I’m confident that the students visiting this website are in agreement with that last sentence.
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A Poem with the flavor of art
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Seeing beauty at times takes a trained eye.
It is more than just looking up at the sky.
Some can take the easy way out by repeating what everyone has said before.
But in order to be original the ability to see beauty has to go beyond the surface of the door.
The face is just a shield.
What’s inside happens to be the true yield.
It often takes insight and training to see beyond such borders to not go along with the established order.
You don’t have to wait until you are older.
Young in age too can find beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Art and Music Journey in The Mind Thanks for Caring and Sharing.
Welcome to The Prince and the Pauper Profound Reading 3 Fundamental Reading
Here was Chapter 2. Enjoy chapter 3 of this series.
James’ Commentary Opening
Just how many roles do you carry out in a single day?
When I smell homemade cookies in your kitchen, my nose tells me you are a baker.
Children will tell another story of how you bandaged their scrapes and kissed their boo, boos as a doctor.
Friends and coworkers may relate what a brilliant scientist/mechanic you are by using ingenuity to fix appliances and cars.
Just think. You are able to carry out all these roles without wearing the uniform of a chef’s hat or lab coat.
The Prince and the Pauper Fundamental Reading
The Prince and Pauper
Author Mark Twain
Public Domain Literature (Published in 1881-82)
A story that has been told and written over the years about a prince. And a pauper; a very poor person.
Chapter 3 The Prince and the Pauper
Our repast is in the trees.
Another description for food dining is repast.
Tom got up hungry, and sauntered hungry away, but with his thoughts busy with the shadowy splendours of his night’s dreams. He wandered here and there in the city, hardly noticing where he was going, or what was happening around him. People jostled him, and some gave him rough speech; but it was all lost on the musing boy. By-and-by he found himself at Temple Bar, the farthest from home he had ever travelled in that direction. He stopped and considered a moment, then fell into his imaginings again, and passed on outside the walls of London. The Strand had ceased to be a country-road then, and regarded itself as a street, but by a strained construction; for, though there was a tolerably compact row of houses on one side of it, there were only some scattered great buildings on the other, these being palaces of rich nobles, with ample and beautiful grounds stretching to the river—grounds that are now closely packed with grim acres of brick and stone.
Tom discovered Charing Village presently, and rested himself at the beautiful cross built there by a bereaved king of earlier days; then idled down a quiet, lovely road, past the great cardinal’s stately palace, toward a far more mighty and majestic palace beyond—Westminster. Tom stared in glad wonder at the vast pile of masonry, the wide-spreading wings, the frowning bastions and turrets, the huge stone gateway, with its gilded bars and its magnificent array of colossal granite lions, and other the signs and symbols of English royalty. Was the desire of his soul to be satisfied at last? Here, indeed, was a king’s palace. Might he not hope to see a prince now—a prince of flesh and blood, if Heaven were willing?
At each side of the gilded gate stood a living statue—that is to say, an erect and stately and motionless man-at-arms, clad from head to heel in shining steel armour. At a respectful distance were many country folk, and people from the city, waiting for any chance glimpse of royalty that might offer. Splendid carriages, with splendid people in them and splendid servants outside, were arriving and departing by several other noble gateways that pierced the royal enclosure.
Poor little Tom, in his rags, approached, and was moving slowly and timidly past the sentinels, with a beating heart and a rising hope, when all at once he caught sight through the golden bars of a spectacle that almost made him shout for joy. Within was a comely boy, tanned and brown with sturdy outdoor sports and exercises, whose clothing was all of lovely silks and satins, shining with jewels; at his hip a little jewelled sword and dagger; dainty buskins on his feet, with red heels; and on his head a jaunty crimson cap, with drooping plumes fastened with a great sparkling gem. Several gorgeous gentlemen stood near—his servants, without a doubt. Oh! he was a prince—a prince, a living prince, a real prince—without the shadow of a question; and the prayer of the pauper-boy’s heart was answered at last.
Tom’s breath came quick and short with excitement, and his eyes grew big with wonder and delight. Everything gave way in his mind instantly to one desire: that was to get close to the prince, and have a good, devouring look at him. Before he knew what he was about, he had his face against the gate-bars. The next instant one of the soldiers snatched him rudely away, and sent him spinning among the gaping crowd of country gawks and London idlers. The soldier said,—
“Mind thy manners, thou young beggar!”
The crowd jeered and laughed; but the young prince sprang to the gate with his face flushed, and his eyes flashing with indignation, and cried out,—
“How dar’st thou use a poor lad like that? How dar’st thou use the King my father’s meanest subject so? Open the gates, and let him in!”
You should have seen that fickle crowd snatch off their hats then. You should have heard them cheer, and shout, “Long live the Prince of Wales!”
The soldiers presented arms with their halberds, opened the gates, and presented again as the little Prince of Poverty passed in, in his fluttering rags, to join hands with the Prince of Limitless Plenty.
Edward Tudor said—
“Thou lookest tired and hungry: thou’st been treated ill. Come with me.”
Half a dozen attendants sprang forward to—I don’t know what; interfere, no doubt. But they were waved aside with a right royal gesture, and they stopped stock still where they were, like so many statues. Edward took Tom to a rich apartment in the palace, which he called his cabinet. By his command a repast was brought such as Tom had never encountered before except in books. The prince, with princely delicacy and breeding, sent away the servants, so that his humble guest might not be embarrassed by their critical presence; then he sat near by, and asked questions while Tom ate.
“What is thy name, lad?”
“Tom Canty, an’ it please thee, sir.”
“‘Tis an odd one. Where dost live?”
“In the city, please thee, sir. Offal Court, out of Pudding Lane.”
“Offal Court! Truly ’tis another odd one. Hast parents?”
“Parents have I, sir, and a grand-dam likewise that is but indifferently precious to me, God forgive me if it be offence to say it—also twin sisters, Nan and Bet.”
“Then is thy grand-dam not over kind to thee, I take it?”
“Neither to any other is she, so please your worship. She hath a wicked heart, and worketh evil all her days.”
“Doth she mistreat thee?”
“There be times that she stayeth her hand, being asleep or overcome with drink; but when she hath her judgment clear again, she maketh it up to me with goodly beatings.”
A fierce look came into the little prince’s eyes, and he cried out—
“Oh, indeed, yes, please you, sir.”
“BEATINGS!—and thou so frail and little. Hark ye: before the night come, she shall hie her to the Tower. The King my father”—
“In sooth, you forget, sir, her low degree. The Tower is for the great alone.”
“True, indeed. I had not thought of that. I will consider of her punishment. Is thy father kind to thee?”
“Not more than Gammer Canty, sir.”
“Fathers be alike, mayhap. Mine hath not a doll’s temper. He smiteth with a heavy hand, yet spareth me: he spareth me not always with his tongue, though, sooth to say. How doth thy mother use thee?”
“She is good, sir, and giveth me neither sorrow nor pain of any sort. And Nan and Bet are like to her in this.”
“How old be these?”
“Fifteen, an’ it please you, sir.”
“The Lady Elizabeth, my sister, is fourteen, and the Lady Jane Grey, my cousin, is of mine own age, and comely and gracious withal; but my sister the Lady Mary, with her gloomy mien and—Look you: do thy sisters forbid their servants to smile, lest the sin destroy their souls?”
“They? Oh, dost think, sir, that THEY have servants?”
The little prince contemplated the little pauper gravely a moment, then said—
“And prithee, why not? Who helpeth them undress at night? Who attireth them when they rise?”
“None, sir. Would’st have them take off their garment, and sleep without—like the beasts?”
“Their garment! Have they but one?”
“Ah, good your worship, what would they do with more? Truly they have not two bodies each.”
“It is a quaint and marvellous thought! Thy pardon, I had not meant to laugh. But thy good Nan and thy Bet shall have raiment and lackeys enow, and that soon, too: my cofferer shall look to it. No, thank me not; ’tis nothing. Thou speakest well; thou hast an easy grace in it. Art learned?”
“I know not if I am or not, sir. The good priest that is called Father Andrew taught me, of his kindness, from his books.”
“Know’st thou the Latin?”
“But scantly, sir, I doubt.”
“Learn it, lad: ’tis hard only at first. The Greek is harder; but neither these nor any tongues else, I think, are hard to the Lady Elizabeth and my cousin. Thou should’st hear those damsels at it! But tell me of thy Offal Court. Hast thou a pleasant life there?”
“In truth, yes, so please you, sir, save when one is hungry. There be Punch-and-Judy shows, and monkeys—oh such antic creatures! and so bravely dressed!—and there be plays wherein they that play do shout and fight till all are slain, and ’tis so fine to see, and costeth but a farthing—albeit ’tis main hard to get the farthing, please your worship.”
“Tell me more.”
“We lads of Offal Court do strive against each other with the cudgel, like to the fashion of the ‘prentices, sometimes.”
The prince’s eyes flashed. Said he—
“Marry, that would not I mislike. Tell me more.”
“We strive in races, sir, to see who of us shall be fleetest.”
“That would I like also. Speak on.”
“In summer, sir, we wade and swim in the canals and in the river, and each doth duck his neighbour, and splatter him with water, and dive and shout and tumble and—”
“‘Twould be worth my father’s kingdom but to enjoy it once! Prithee go on.”
“We dance and sing about the Maypole in Cheapside; we play in the sand, each covering his neighbour up; and times we make mud pastry—oh the lovely mud, it hath not its like for delightfulness in all the world!—we do fairly wallow in the mud, sir, saving your worship’s presence.”
“Oh, prithee, say no more, ’tis glorious! If that I could but clothe me in raiment like to thine, and strip my feet, and revel in the mud once, just once, with none to rebuke me or forbid, meseemeth I could forego the crown!”
“And if that I could clothe me once, sweet sir, as thou art clad—just once—”
“Oho, would’st like it? Then so shall it be. Doff thy rags, and don these splendours, lad! It is a brief happiness, but will be not less keen for that. We will have it while we may, and change again before any come to molest.”
A few minutes later the little Prince of Wales was garlanded with Tom’s fluttering odds and ends, and the little Prince of Pauperdom was tricked out in the gaudy plumage of royalty. The two went and stood side by side before a great mirror, and lo, a miracle: there did not seem to have been any change made! They stared at each other, then at the glass, then at each other again. At last the puzzled princeling said—
“What dost thou make of this?”
“Ah, good your worship, require me not to answer. It is not meet that one of my degree should utter the thing.”
“Then will I utter it. Thou hast the same hair, the same eyes, the same voice and manner, the same form and stature, the same face and countenance that I bear. Fared we forth naked, there is none could say which was you, and which the Prince of Wales. And, now that I am clothed as thou wert clothed, it seemeth I should be able the more nearly to feel as thou didst when the brute soldier—Hark ye, is not this a bruise upon your hand?”
“Yes; but it is a slight thing, and your worship knoweth that the poor man-at-arms—”
“Peace! It was a shameful thing and a cruel!” cried the little prince, stamping his bare foot. “If the King—Stir not a step till I come again! It is a command!”
In a moment he had snatched up and put away an article of national importance that lay upon a table, and was out at the door and flying through the palace grounds in his bannered rags, with a hot face and glowing eyes. As soon as he reached the great gate, he seized the bars, and tried to shake them, shouting—
“Open! Unbar the gates!”
The soldier that had maltreated Tom obeyed promptly; and as the prince burst through the portal, half-smothered with royal wrath, the soldier fetched him a sounding box on the ear that sent him whirling to the roadway, and said—
“Take that, thou beggar’s spawn, for what thou got’st me from his Highness!”
The crowd roared with laughter. The prince picked himself out of the mud, and made fiercely at the sentry, shouting—
“I am the Prince of Wales, my person is sacred; and thou shalt hang for laying thy hand upon me!”
The soldier brought his halberd to a present-arms and said mockingly—
“I salute your gracious Highness.” Then angrily—”Be off, thou crazy rubbish!”
Here the jeering crowd closed round the poor little prince, and hustled him far down the road, hooting him, and shouting—
“Way for his Royal Highness! Way for the Prince of Wales!”
The Prince and the Pauper Fundamental Reading 3
People to Remember
Can you imagine the beautiful rooms and furniture?
Lady Jane Grey
Allow me to Share a Thought
Mark Twain talked with people of different religious and political persuasion. He was courageous in pointing out the ills of society in his writings.
Until next time: Remember, if you read something that improves your life for the better, it becomes your reality.
The Prince and the Pauper Fundamental Reading – Turn the page to Chapter 4
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Here is a great way to put your snow in day to use!
Be sure to keep your immune systems built up with fruits, vegetables, and vitamin C whether the days are cold or warm this month. Have a wonderful day.
Part 1 Life and Times of Baby Lucas A Narrator’s View
Lucas is your average baby, or is he? His adventures will cause you to use the mind and excite the heart! This book is designed to be read in a parental setting to a child. Are you a mother or father? Even babysitters will want to read this book. With perfect timing, you are here for the beginning of Lucas’ life as he gets familiar with his friends and environment.