Sic(six) Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine-

Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)

Another week, another Six Sentence Story. Mathematically-speaking that means, by the end of the year, there will be at least 312 more sentences in the ‘sphere than there were at the start of this here year, here.

zoe proposes and …. sorry, wrong quote. The word this week is:

MATE

From the next to the last pew, the people at the front of the church lost their individual identifiability, reduced to the most primary of distinguishing qualities: the age of clothing, (from high-quality, worn-out to awkwardly new); hair color, (from white and greys vainly covering mottled pates to exotic hues configured as muffled protests) and finally, posture, (from stooped and precariously balanced to light and effortless, barely touching the floor).

As the priest began the service, intonation and rhythm stretching the ritual words into a sing-song cadence, somehow more compelling to those whose hearing had been muted by a lifetime of sounds and shouts, warnings of danger and celebrations of passion. The man suddenly remembered, in that explosively detailed way that made the mind a wonder to behold and a force to be feared, a poster that hung from the college dorm wall of an almost-girlfriend. A Day-Glo painting of a man and a woman embracing, and, in a font readable only by the young or impaired, the words ‘Soul Mate’.

As might any medieval princess secure in a stony Keep, the young coed proudly and perhaps somewhat desperately, covered the room’s cinder-block walls with the modern version of tapestries; on the wall opposite the Lovers; a beautiful meadow scene with the wildly successful misquote, (or, to be less charitable, the willfully truncated), quote of Fritz Perls that began, “I do my thing and you do your thing…”  and, (on the money-making poster version), ended “…its beautiful.”

The organist began to play and the music compelled all to move, not as a ship applying the power of its engines, setting out on a pre-determined journey, rather as would a vessel, its lines parting, now useless with age, pulled inexorably by the tides, away from the familiar land, towards an undefined horizon.

 

 

 

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Well, what exactly do you want to know? Whether I am a clark or a scott or roger? If you have to ask, then you need to keep reading the Posts for two reasons: a)to get a clear enough understanding to be able to make the determination of which type I am and 2) to realize that by definition I am all three.* *which is true for you as well, all three...but mostly one

Comments

  1. Poetryin motion, this post. No, really. Enjoyed it. Enjoyed Gil :)

  2. UP says:

    Love it. I remember that poster from OSU days.

  3. Groovy.

  4. Lyrical. Beautiful images drawn.

  5. Sageleaf says:

    Nice! But I must comment on the last video: the revolution will not be televised. This is so congruent to our times. And I had not heard of Gil Scot-Heron. So glad you introduced me.

  6. Pat B says:

    Such a descriptive and poetic piece of writing. This is so well done. It is writing like this and others who write for this blog hop that make me question my participation among those who are so much more talented. If it were not for those in this blogging world who are so accepting of those who try, I would probably not continue, but continue I do. :-)

    • You express my feelings quite accurately Pat! I hope that by continuing to participate in this blog hop, maybe a few others, I can become a better writer.
      I’m glad that you continue :)

    • clarkscottroger clarkscottroger says:

      ty My sentiments as well, I personally believe that it’s the nonjudgmental atmosphere thats always been a part of the TToT (and zoe’s Six Sentence Story) that I feel comfortable, not only to try things but to repeatedly try things. lol

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