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lewis & clark
i triedd ;u;??
My answer: humbleegomania
normally I'd say tell all on Lewis, but I'm going with Clark
*gives you a sassy face* but let’s be real I was envitably going to get a Lewis anyway, it’s nice to get Clarkie for a change
Also, “tell all.” Them be dangerous words.
- Why I like them - Hot redheaded best friend of one of my favorite people in the history of the world; I’m sort of obligated to like him. Furthermore he’s just totally likable—you get the sense that he was funny and charming and just responsible enough to get shit done without seeming like a total prick, which is a quality some people have that I cannot quite wrap my head around, but admire greatly nevertheless. Also (idk I may be crazy) I get this sense from him that he had that remarkable ability that some people have to make people feel like they are they most important person in his world. And maybe that was because he himself felt like they were at the time, or maybe it was just something in his fundamental manner, but it was still really special and wonderful. But people liked him; lonely people liked him, and I think it’s because he made them feel special and cared-for and loved. If I’m right about that intuited-and-possibly-totally-fictional aspect of his character, it’s no wonder that Lewis fell so very hard in love with him.
- Why I don’t - He was a lot more ambitious than I think we tend to give him credit for, and could be very careless with people. (I typically consider “ambition” a vice.)
- Favorite anecdote - I really had to think about this one. The fact is (rather intentionally, I suspect, because Lewis was something of a bastard a lot of the time), Clark didn’t really have many notable adventures, so you can pull one out and call it your Favorite Clark Story (meanwhile, Lewis has an abundance of good stories). Perhaps part of that, too, comes from the difference in writing—Lewis sought to create adventures in his journaling, whereas Clark tried honestly to give a constant, dependable account of their days. There are about a dozen things I can think of that make me quite fond of him, though, from his journals—his utter frustration with the mosquitos throughout the expedition, or the tenderness in the way he cared for the dying Sgt. Floyd, or anything about his mapmaking.
- Favorite quote (from them or about them) - Every single variation of his spelling of “mosquito.” And the fact that not one of them was right. (In an episode of The Kids in the Hall, Bruce McCulloch gives a monologue on America in which he states it’s a nation where “spelling doesn’t matter, but pets do.” I feel like that’s a pretty adequate summary of the Lewis and Clark journals.)
- BrOTP - Outside of his actual brothers, George Shannon. All the way. I totally think he was like a big brother to Shannon, schooling him in the ways of the world, and they were a bit closer than many of the other guys from the expedition—Shannon was with Clark when Clark first learned of Lewis’s death.
- OTP - Meriwether Lewis. But for Clark it’s all a bit more complicated, whatever.
- an-oh-god-what-did-that-have-to-happen - Why the actual fuck did you ever get married I mean JESUS CHRIST couldn’t you have at least stayed a bachelor a little while with Lewis once y’all got back? Like, eased him into the idea of you getting married or something? For fuck’s sake.
- Unpopular opinion - I really don’t know if it’s an unpopular opinion or not or even if it’s an issue that anyone even thinks of at all ever, but Clark was something of a perv. I mean, his first wife was sixteen, and he met her and became sort of infatuated with her when she was like twelve. Okay. TWELVE. And he was in his thirties. This is not kosher on many levels. And then when she dies, he marries her cousin?? God, Clark.
- A wish - Honestly, I’ve never had many wishes for Clark. I guess I’m not as concerned about his well-being, because he always proved himself to be so very capable of taking care of himself. I just always wished he wouldn’t have essentially emotionally abandoned Lewis following the expedition (but, again, I guess that’s Clark, taking care of himself).
- 5 words to best describe them - Hot Ginge Sex God Clark. *bows*
- My nickname for them - Okay, it’s really silly, but sometimes I think of him simply as Maps.
(I feel like there’s the potential for an AU or something here, in which Lewis could have flirtatiously referred to him that way at times, but I still haven’t been able to figure out the where or when or what Lewis would be.)
- if you could say one thing to them - I don’t think I’d say anything in particular to William Clark. Shake him, yes. Maybe slap him. But no words, really.
- Favorite portrayal of them - Again, Brain Hall’s William Clark tops the list, for its beauty, complexity, and honesty. (That said, I really do feel that Frances Hunter’s Lewis and Clark from The Fairest Portion of the Globe deserve an honorable mention here, simply because they are so damn fun together.) In film, once again the Encyclopedia Britannica Clark is a lovely specimen to behold.
- LEAST favorite portrayal of them - Fucking Charlton Heston in The Fucking Far Horizons are you even KIDDING ME. Both as a result of the way the Clark was written (wantonly stealing Lewis’s woman emotionally before deciding he’d rather get it on with the Suspiciously White Sacagawea, portrayed by the Clearly White Donna Reed—and not even remotely gay), and the fact that loathsome Charlton Heston played him. Jesus Christ. Also I’m not sure how much I’m going to like Clark in Manifest Destiny, because in the previews I’ve seen so far he is unaccountably cold and unaccountably blond, but I’m trying to reserve judgment on that until the first issue comes out.
Did you know:
It was today, October 28, in 1809 that William Clark first learned of Meriwether Lewis’s death. This still jars me—the fact that Meriwether Lewis had been gone from this earth for no less than seventeen days, before his best friend and (without doubt) one of the most important people he’d ever had be part of his life even knew he was gone. (It was November before Thomas Jefferson, a man who was arguably like a father to him, would learn of his death.)
Something about this unsettles me so very deeply.
That all of these people who he loved so much had two weeks and longer of their lives, imagining he was still living and breathing and a part of the world they lived in, that they would still be able to see him and speak to him again, in only a few weeks or months.
Happy Birthday, Heartbreaker. The thing about you is, you see something falling to ruin and you just go elsewhere and build something new for yourself. I don’t know, I guess I should admire you for that kind of strength. But I think I’d like you better if you’d stayed, if you’d been there with your best friend that night when he believed more than anything you were coming after him.
Boys, be ambitious. Be ambitious not for money, not for selfish aggrandizement, not for the evanescent thing which men call fame. Be ambitious for the attainment of all that a man can be.
here some Lewis and Clark being BFF, cute and happy. i don’t know why they are laughing… as you like :)
and sorry for the bad quality. i don’t have scanner so i took a picture and it turned ugly.
oh sweet lord …
The lovely FoundingFatherFest drew this a couple of years ago, around Clark’s birthday if I’m remembering correctly!
WHO SENDS THEIR FUCKING SECRETARY TO EXPLORE THE LOUISIANA PURCHASE? Thomas FUCKING Jefferson.
I’m going to assume that you don’t really know all that much about Meriwether Lewis, or perhaps that you’re just one of those people who doesn’t like Jefferson very much,…
I know exactly who Meriwether FUcking Lewis is. I am a hardcore fan. I was being SARCASTIC and besides that, I think it’s BAD ASS that Jefferson TRUSTED him enough to send him. You could have asked me privately if you had issue with what I said. Next time I suggest you do that.
Former Docent and book shop attendant at the SC Lewis and Clark Interpretive Center. (Bayliss76) also a badass lover of all things Lewis and Clark.
Well, I am incredibly glad to hear that, then! And I have to say, the fact that you worked at a Lewis and Clark Interpretative Center is really awesome.
Believe me, what I wrote was not meant in mean-spiritedness—I have a tendency to get enthusastic about history, and particularly about Meriwether Lewis, but nearly everything I say or write on the topic of history is said or written with tongue planted firmly in cheek. Although my tone tends towards the brash, I never mean for the things I write to be belittling or rude, and I’m sorry if it came off as such.
Undoubtedly I was wrong to assume that you had no knowledge of him, and I apologize for that. Given the tone and wording of your original post, I assumed that it was some kid who learned just a little about Lewis and Clark and the Louisiana Purchase in their high school history class and fixated on the fact that Lewis was originally Jefferson’s secretary (because, given our modern conception of what a “secretary” does, it is a rather humorous notion). Believe me, I have seen several posts like that in the past; I’ve also seen many posts mocking his name, and there comes a point when you get tired of seeing posts like that about things you are passionate about, so after awhile you start to respond. On the Internet it can be incredibly difficult to tell what, exactly, is sarcasm, and what is meant seriously. I apologize for not asking about the tone of your original post first.
My intention was purely humorous; I am friends with many history fans and students here on Tumblr, and I have a tendency to write posts in a similar style about figures I find of interest because it amuses me, it amuses my friends, and in the past it has actually led people to learn more about the people and events in question. I definitely had no intention of angering you or insulting your intelligence. The point of my response was not to make the original poster seem ignorant or mock them, but rather to spread a small bit of knowledge about a man I find quite fascinating.
Thank you for the apologies. I’ve had to defend Capt Lewis and Capt Clark several times in the past at the center even. I understand your anger. I have been asked more times then not if Lewis was murdered or if he committed suicide. I have a different take and I will discuss it someday. It’s very unconventional and probably crazy but i like to think he faked his own death and then quietly merged into the Clark family. Yes, I know it’s crazy, but the NPS will not let us exhume his body and find out for sure who or how he died.
:-) Someday i’ll write that novel about Lewis and Clark that I’ve wanted to.
My original post was meant as a love note to TJ for being bad ass enough to trust Meriwether FUCKING Lewis and how hard core it was.
I wish I still had my photo of me with Seaman.
I can’t even imagine how INCREDIBLY frustrating that would be, having to defend Lewis and Clark at an interpretative center like that—I don’t exactly have the best public relations skills, so I have to say I have crazy admiration for people who are able to reasonably, evenly defend them publicly without losing their cool.
I have to admit—I laughed in the best way possible at your suggestion that you think perhaps Lewis faked his death and became a part of the Clark family. That is just so brilliant and creative that I absolutely love it—and it kind of makes sense! I hope that you will discuss it someday, because I would love to hear more.
(And believe me, I’d be the last person to find someone else “crazy” when it comes to Lewis and Clark—don’thatemeforit, but I ship it. Obviously, not in the sense that I truly believe that they had carnal knowledge of each other as a historical fact—because, really, it’s pretty much a given that they didn’t—but I find it interesting to speculate about and wonder “what if?” And then writing too much crappy fanfic about it. I do believe they had a platonic romantic friendship, though. But I fully accept that I’m absolutely crazy for thinking it, so it’s all good.)
I hope that you write a novel about them someday—the world really needs more good fiction about Lewis and Clark!
Now I really hate that I misinterpreted your original post so greatly. :(
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