Minor Pentatonic Scale (1) [7-6-2012]

Minor Pentatonic Scale (1) [7-6-2012]

Minor Pentatonic Scale (1) [7-6-2012]. (Copyright 2018 James Mansfield Nichols. All rights reserved.)

(a) I’ve adapted the above “box pattern” graphics from “Fretboard Knowledge for the Contemporary Guitarist,” Vivian Clement (Alfred Publishing Co., 2003), p. 11. I’ve put note names where the book’s originals have black dots. I do so fully realizing that the patterns depicted by the dots are moveable up and down the fretboard, and that “freezing” a depiction into specific notes gravitates against the moveability.

(b) This is a process I personally have to go through, however. The uses to which we put our sources are highly subjective. My own urgent need is to become more aware of the notes I play. In serving this need I will invariably translate any pattern of dots that I see in a guitar book into the names of notes.

(c) The book by Clements promises to be quite useful. I’ve owned it for several years, but have not given it a good look until now. Clements’s presentation of the “warped W” pattern for locating notes couldn’t come at a better time. I’m absorbing it with delight. It may render obsolete some of the fretboard views that I’ve posted!

(d) Back to the “box patterns” depicted above: Clements observes that, common and useful as these scales are, it can take a long time to memorize them because “there are no memorable visible repeating patterns.” She provides a remedy in the pages that follow, and I’m engrossed in that material now.

(e) I noticed that each of the five box patterns has a different root. I’ve added to each box pattern the major scale for its root, and the minor pentatonic scale that can be derived from that major scale using the formula 1-b3-4-5-b7. (This formula is provided by Clements in a “theory nugget.”) I use the asterisk (“*”) to mark the root note, also called the tonic note, in each box pattern.

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This Is Stag Country

Arden Lutz was one of the honchos behind the development west of town. He and Bo Dunaway and Wink Hufstetler bought the old Decatur farm that runs along Soledad Creek. They chopped it into three-quarter-acre lots and sold “creekside vistas” for home sites. Darcie Lutz named it Purling Rill Prospect — she got that name from a poem by Woolworth.

Nobody had ever seen Soledad run much until that storm blew up from the Gulf five years ago — “Darlene” or “Dorothy” it was called. Seven fine ranch-style homes out there were flooded bad. The Travisburg bank that backed the loan pulled out and left Bo and them holding the bag. But he and Wink and Arden always land on their feet. Five of the families washed out in Purling Rill bought property here in town from — who else? — Dunaway and Hufstetler Realty.

Wink’s wife Harmony said Wink got death threats for a while over the Purling Rill mess, but they wound up being prank calls from his brother.

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Didactic Doggerel

This Makes No Frankin Sense

The boswellia papyrifera,
A tree that grows in Ethiopia,

Produces frankincense, a curious resin
That has a bitter smell but isn’t poison.

In Africa and in the Middle East
It has embellished many a fine feast.

It’s used, you see, to make the air smell sweet.
For something bitter, that trick’s pretty neat!

They put it in the perfume lady’s dab
Behind their ears when they go out to gab.

In China it is said to cure a sneeze,
A cold, a colic, or a worse disease.

With all these uses you won’t find it funny
That frankincense is worth a lot of money.

Boswellia’s a scraggly, scrub-like tree.
It wouldn’t rate a glance from you or me.

They knife its bark to make the resin bleed
To where the blade has done its dirty deed.

Once and twice it strikes, and one more time.
The tree is overtapped to make a dime.

Its seedlings are consumed by cattle herds,
Reducing the supply by halves and thirds.

Collectors burn grasslands for greater ease.
They kill the saplings to get at the trees!

The lunacy defies belief. Good gents,
This positively makes no frankin sense!

Reference:
http://www.usatoday.com/tech/science/environment/story/2011-12-20/frankincense-endangered-
ethiopia/52130102/1

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Five Quotes About What

Fried okra is not a vegetable. It’s cornmeal in drag. (jmn)

He’s determined to shoot himself in my foot. (jmn)

The student decided I wasn’t serving his needs and resolved to take it out on himself. (jmn)

It’s hard not to feel the way you do. (jmn)

“Nothing slowly happens.” (Pound)

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Written in the 70s — On the Song

*On the Song of Songs*
Bernard of Clairvaux
B
You are my subject, scraped from the womb.
Will we cross in Limbo, sad progenitor and aspiring heir?
Who will survive?
I have been scoured from your mother’s eyes
as resolutely as the tides tear their pound of continent.
You came in a blush of sheets[,]
A curious tongue fathomed her, found you between her lips[.]
Do you get me or shall I father you?

(Copyright 2018 James Mansfield Nichols. All rights reserved.)

70s-12
Written in the 70s, 70s-12. (Copyright 2018 James Mansfield Nichols. All rights reserved.)
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Written in the 70s — Can peace

Can peace and beauty (opulent) be immoral? Grosse Pointe Shores. Lake Ste. Claire.

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70s-11a
Written in the 70s, 70s-11a. (Copyright 2018 James Mansfield Nichols. All rights reserved.)
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Written in the 70s — I admit

I admit that’s bad, but not *that* bad. I may breach decorum occasionally (like now), but I try mightily not to breach good taste. I’m sure you can handle the above; being a diffident sort, I wasn’t sure *I* could (the translation, that is; the neck I could handle!). Isn’t this fun? Languages are a dodge.
Darling, you touched me so deeply; your loving is as generous as the description of dying on the lips of an agonist. Unspoken tears claw your eyes; the undertow –; I would simply break in you and leave my best[.]
Clouds like white poodles in the windows.
Carter: “Love must be aggressively translated into simple justice.”
Arrived Detroit Thurs. July 15, 1976.

70s-11

Written in the 70s, 70s-11. (Copyright 2018 James Mansfield Nichols. All rights reserved.)

Written in the 70s, 70s-11. (Copyright 2018 James Mansfield Nichols. All rights reserved.)

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“Woman With Automatic”

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Woman With Automatic.

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Five Quotes About …

“What I teach you is nothing. What you learn by doing over and over is where the learning begins.” (Simon Michael)

“Writing poetry is much easier than reading it.” (Guy Davenport)

“Write hard and clear about what hurts.” (Hemingway)

“It is only the dead who have seen the end of war.” (Plato)

“…And continuing to occupy our chambers in the Faubourg Saint Germain, we gave the Future to the winds, and slumbered tranquilly in the Present, weaving the dull world around us into dreams.” (Poe, The Mystery of Marie Roget)

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From Memory

“A Refusal to Mourn the Death by Fire of a Child in London,” poem by Dylan Thomas
poetryfoundation.org

This poem is an antidote to the “thoughts and prayers” mantra. It reminds me of Millay’s “Dirge Without Music” in that it challenges shopworn formulas of mourning. When I discovered it — lo many moons ago — I was captivated, first, by its syntax: Four sentences  with their periods.

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