Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
Starting early today. I feel like Tom Fearing sitting at my ‘desk’ in my ‘home’ ‘office’…. hey, wait a minute! If truth is stranger than fiction, and life imitates art (and all the world loves a clown) and all the world is just a play… what am I to make of the notion that I just likened myself to my own fictional character, including participating a scene from Chapter 16, granted it was simply sitting at a desk and, jeez an author can use their own reality, right? We’ll leave determination to zoe (and the other rhetoricians) at the Six Sentence Story (which is where you need to go to link your sextaphilic musings). So this week’s prompt word is ‘charge’
…damn! got to go
charge/change
In truth, the bandages were not encasements of pain or suffering, although, they did mark injury, or, to not put too fine a point to it, calculated trauma. Bodies of gauze and clutching fingers of tape, much the lover who could not let go, he awoke to a tugging and pulling remembrance of his time in the impersonally-caring arms of the medical practitioners. While it is said that, ‘the eyes are the windows to the soul’, an observation most frequently heard from lovers seeking advantage and interrogators ….seeking advantage, the converse perspective is usually underemphasized.
To paraphrase Nietzsche, ‘for when they gaze long into your soul. Your soul informs and changes them‘, and so, although temporary in it’s shaping of the world, he looks with view encumbered, obstructed by not blinded. He sensed that with bandages serving a specific function to protect his altered form, the blurred and limited vision might allow for a world, altered by a change in perspective, a lifetime of seeing the world the same way, might be found to be only one way to see it.
Accepting the change, he stared back into the world.
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Your particular sextaphillic musing was very interesting. Peering through bandages as a worldview is particularly (say that three times fast) vivid. Scott must have got himself/herself in some sort of trouble to end up this way. Does life imitate art or art life? I’ve always pondered that question. Are you in the hospital?
no (thanks goodness)
yeah… good point about worldview through a bandage …thats exactly why we say, ‘how a person relates themselves to the world around them’ and not, ‘how a person relates to the world around them’
How will the view effectively change if when the bandages are removed the features are altered? Will How others see us change our own worldview?…. Btw…sextophillic…word of the week.
why thank you!
Thus art imitates life imitates art aping life and pretending to be something creative, whilst performing in plain view (pardon) a play we all know – that of altered perspective and determination to…what? Not let it have the upper hand? (If (and this is dependent on how much ‘advantage’ was taken) he has any left)
((as opposed to any right, for surely they’d aim to remove the most useful appendages first))
(((I want to comment on the use or useability and contrast therebetween of digits in torture and good-lover-ing, but I guess I might charge ahead into something ridiculous and perhaps I should change my mind)))
hah… in my comment at ‘considerings’ today, I too went down that irresistible path of life and art
Being reliant on others in times of need is a two edged sword, independence is lost and somehow you must feel grateful that you are no longer in control. Eyes that once may have looked kind to you are now controlling and the best plan is to close your own lest you lose more of yourself.
I like this. A lot.