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TToT -the Wakefield Doctrine-

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I am grateful for others who have observed the human condition and commented with such insight as to serve as ‘sophisticated insight by proxy’ for those of us less skilled and/or talented. to wit:

‘The only constant is change’ and ‘Youth is wasted on the young’. (See below)

(Before I get too far afield, This is the Ten Things of Thankful bloghop. It is hosted by Kristi. It encourages participants to link their posts that describe, list or otherwise elucidate those people, places, things and occurrences in their (respective) lives that make them feel grateful (or believe that their state of mind is that which is commonly referred to as ‘gratitude’).

For me, for this week’s post, I will say I’m grateful for:

1) Phyllis

2) Una

3) ‘The only constant is change.’ Heraclitus of Ephesus (537 BC – 475 BC) Well, no kidding! Back then, how many things were there in the world to begin with?! I mean, hard not to change when your world consists of: a mate, as many children as calenderistically possible, a culture grounded in weather and natural disaster and the need to wake up the next day in order to a) fight to the death for strangers or 2) build monuments to people you will never ever be in the same room with… yeah, not surprising that Heraclitus was into change. Totally a fan of this guy. Imagine not only getting credit for the ‘change quote’ but also (and my personal favorite) ‘You can’t step in the same river twice.’ Dude!

4) ‘Youth is wasted on the young.’ George Bernard Shaw (26 July 1856 –  2 November 1950) Note: I misattributed this wonderful expression of ‘the view from far up ahead’ last week in a comment over at ‘Thankful Me’. I said it was Oscar Wilde. Seems like the kind of thing he might have said. I should have spent more research time before committing to electrons-on-phosphor. Ah well, live and learn. Not that George was any kind of slacker, his-ownself. This guy also came up with: “We don’t stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.”  Ayiiee!  (and Item 7 will be something about ‘Almira’. Maybe I do have the ego to see this thing through! lol)

5) The whole house generator that just started its weekly exercise cycle. Which is, in and of itself, pretty cool. I mean, of the things in life that we study, exercise or otherwise expend time or money in order to acquire, most are pretty non-noticeable. Either the new thing is immediately incorporated into daily life (adding and subtracting, driving a stick shift, reading and digging a hole with a shovel) and therefore no longer special or it sits in the back of the closet in our heads (bread makers, ice skates and an enthusiasm for swimming) and fades into semi-nonexistence. Not so our whole house generator. Every Sunday morning, at 8:00 am (Eastern Standard Time) it roars into life and I feel good about our investment. Hey, that totally sounds like some kind of lesson of life or something. Anyone? I know, I’ll leave Item Six blank.

6) Anyone care to express ‘The Lesson of the Whole House Generator’ heres your opportunity.

“…if you test something regularly that is meant to help you out in an emergency, you won’t be unpleasantly surprised when said emergency comes and the something doesn’t work.”

Thank you, Mimi! 

7) ‘Almira’. Work continues. Near the end of the first ‘excessive passive voice scrubbing’. Not that there’s anything wrong with passive voice. But, after this is done, I believe I need to write each chapter over again as if it were a Six Sentence Story. I was talking to Phyllis about the job of braider tender, which is the job Almira Ristani has when we first meet her. She works in a textile mill. In any event, I mentioned it to Phyllis because my writing was based on experience. I had a job as a braider tender, back, way back in the day. Hey! Know how I put an excerpt into my TToT last week? It really helped me see it differently. Lets continue the soon-to-be-a-feature of my TToT, ‘the Almira Excerpt of the Week’. in Item 9

8) THIS SPACE AVAILABLE

9) something, something is being preempted so that we can bring you this excerpt:

The noon whistle cut through the roar of the braiding machines that filled the 3rd floor of Building 6 of Everett Mill. There were 2 Braider Tenders for each row of machines. All the braider tenders were women. Smaller hands and greater manual dexterity being more necessary than upper body strength. Reaching in among the spinning and whirling machine parts, belts and pulleys, they replaced empty spools and tied broken threads. Only the Floor Supervisor had the ability, (and the authority), to slow down or stop the machinery. Almira and the other women moved up and down their rows as connected to the machinery as the bobbins and carriers. 

The evenings of her first three weeks working at the mill, Almira’s hands and fingers were knots of fear-stressed muscle and tendons. Being trained to tend the braiding machines required, well, it required tending the braiding machines.

Almira’s first steps down the narrow space between rows of braiders were within a millimeter of dead-center, as she followed Mrs. Ypres, who trained all new Braider Tenders. Almira watched as the woman took a full bobbin from a cart, and standing in front of a braiding machine still running at full speed, tied it to an early depleted spool, cut and pulled it to throw in the cart with the other empty cylinders. She made it look simple. What she could not make it look was safe. Speaking directly into the older woman’s ear, Almira asked her if it wouldn’t be easier and safer to turn the machine off first. Without ever taking her eyes off the machinery, Mrs. Ypres shook her head and said, ‘No’. 

10) Secret Rule 1.3 (“…completing Item 9 is something to be thankful for, therefore can totally serve as Number 10!”  (ibid. op. cit.  of course))

 

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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine-

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

 

Yep, Denise’s Six Sentence Story  bursts onto the screen scene again.

Write a story using (inferring, citing, paraphrasing or otherwise having in your mind as you wrote your story) this week’s prompt word and link in!

Hey, shout out to Deborah Lee (or assignment of blame, anticipatory excuse or blue dolphin*; depends on your predominant worldview) for my attempt at Second Person POV this week. She does it so well that she makes it look easy. (lol… yeah, we all know where that gets us! As the old saying reminds us, ‘The road to hell is paved with over-confidence’)

In any event, I claim student-writer privileges.

Prompt Word:

Milestone

You look at the watch on your wrist rather than the road ahead.

The stale-plastic smell of cigarette smoke, roadside hamburgers and remorse stain the air, not strongly enough to roll down the windows but persistent enough to serve as a reminder of whats behind you; maybe, you think, its just a matter of getting used to it.

As the once random thoughts in your mind start to make friends with each other, you reach for the radio dial. The airwaves at 3:03 am invite you to a Welcome Aboard reception, Dress Optional taken to heart by a ghost population of desperate men and disheartened women.

The yellow legal pad on the mostly empty front passenger front seat barely covers the stains; in smeared grey pencil, ‘Milestone 203’  and underneath that, in handwriting that screams of denial,  ‘Do not slow the car for any reason, no matter what you see.’

Rick Springfield’s voice bursts from the static encrusted speaker, “I wanna tell her that I love her, but the point is probably moot.’

 

 

 

 

 

 

*   semi-rogerian expression

 

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Monday -the Wakefield Doctrine- ‘on learning and the learned’

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

Wait! I know what you’re thinking!

See? I told ya.

A short post this Monday morning.

When one* sets out to self-improve themselves, the object of their ambition becomes more complex, even as they struggle to overcome the resistance of the original form.

I’m currently in the process of editing/re-writing Almira. I’m employing an editing tool (ProwritingAid) in order to ‘tune up the prose’. At first blush it seemed that all I needed to do was eliminate all the extra ‘thats’ that I tend to plug into the sentences that I write.

Ok, I can accept that.

Then came ‘passive voice’. I believed the advice: Passive Voice slows the story down. Don’t allow yourself to be victimized by the presence of excessive passive voice.

Cool… This presented another order of ‘repair’. The ‘that’ problem required a click of the Delete button. Passive voice, on the other hand, forced me to re-write the sentence.

Two words:  ‘Ayyiiee!’

Finally, the latest shift in perspective. My editing app informed me that although I’m much improved in terms of voice and unnecessary ‘thats’,  ‘48% of my sentences start with a subject (compared to 8% in published writing)’.

What the &*($@!?

I’m proud to say I spent only five days thinking, ‘Screw that! It’s my story, I’ll write it the way its meant to be written.’

Then I started looking at sentence structure in my reading (of published works).

Damn!

So now I will learn about an element of writing I was not (consciously) aware existed.

And that is our tie-in to the Wakefield Doctrine. The Doctrine allows us three perspectives on life and the people who make up our worlds. The key is accepting that to a small, but very real degree, reality is personal. The world I experience today is for me.

My efforts to write Almira reminds me that, as the book’s subtitle holds, ‘…there is always more to the story’.

 

 

* pretty much directed at clarks and/or scotts or rogers with significant secondary clarklike aspects**

** yeah, I know, that, prima facie, describes the readership here   ask me why… go ahead, I dare you, I double dare you… ask me why that describes the readership here one.more.time.

 

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TT0T -the Wakefield Doctrine- ‘Bentornata, signora Brierly’

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A big ‘Welcome Back’ to Kristi from her TToT kith and kin.

Given last week’s TToT post from the Doctrine, one would think that I’d have a surfeit of words, both gratitudinous, hypo-gratitudinous and simply for-the-fun-of-it. But one can always be wrong, can’t one? lol No, serially! Trying to adjust to slightly different schedule for writing. (See Item 5).

Without further ado, I will state that I feel gratitude (or a reasonable facsimile thereof) for the following:

1) Una

2) Phyllis

3) The Wakefield Doctrine. Why? Think back to the last time you stood in the shower. Not a rush-and-get-dressed-and-out-to-work-or-school-or-daycare shower. A day-off shower. One where you have the luxury of time. One where the obligatory cleaning of body and parts is complete and you stand in the falling waters and think or, better, you reflect on things. Nothing earthshaking, just things like, ‘not bad weather today, a bit on the cold side’ or ‘should stop for gas on the way to the office’ or even, ‘that person in college I used to know, what was their name?’ Got the context?

Cool.

So I’m in the shower this morning, reflecting along the lines of the examples above, when I happen to think about the amount of yard clean-up I could accomplish. I was not satisfied with my first estimate of what I could achieve in one day, which lead to the memory of a big yard project in 1993. This is where the fun of the Wakefield Doctrine comes in. (New readers? Of the three personality types of the Doctrine, I’m clark.) The moment the ‘thought image’ of the yard project in 1993 faded, I thought,  “Maybe there is no turning back the clock.”

While we wait for the Doctrinaires out there to stop laughing, I will add, for those new to our little personality theory, you wonder about my state of mind during or after that matter-of-fact thought? Not a hint an italic in any of the eight words.

Standing in the shower, I laughed out loud.

That is the fun that comes with learning the Wakefield Doctrine

4) Technology

5) Almira. The work continues. Ayiiee! these passive voice sentences cause me to feel as if I was lacking in ability and bereft of skill in the wordifying…. But …but! I am not complaining.

Our music video this week was put in my head by a scene from Almira I was editing this morning. Below is an excerpt from that scene. Dorothy’s friend and roommate at Sarah Lawrence has decided to surprise Dorothy who is home in Kansas after her first year in college.

Eliza Thornberg pulled away from the TWA terminal and started her adventure at 11:00 am. Her car, as arranged, was waiting, gassed up and ready to go.

With the Packard’s convertible top down, Eliza sang along to the radio, as she drove west on US 50. Within an hour, she passed a gilt-lettered sign that informed all motorists they were, in fact: Now Leaving Gardner, Kansas, Pop. 783. The sign, did, however, make it a point to assure all they would be welcome, upon their return. Eliza drove on, out into a very unfamiliar part of the country.

The two-laned highway stretched out of sight ahead of her. Recalling Dorothy describe Kansas as, A land so big, the sky went from the top of your head, straight up to forever, Eliza felt a new appreciation for how difficult it must have been for her friend. To come from this vast, but empty land, to the suburbs of New York City; also huge, but very not empty.

Driving down the far slope of a flattened mountain of a hill, about an hour outside of Kansas City, Eliza lost her musical companion as the radio faded into silence. Left off by the side of the road, Fred Astaire, a most urbane scarecrow in white tie and tails, sang at the receding convertible,

“oh, I love to climb a mountain,

and reach the highest peak,

but it doesn’t thrill me half as much

As dancing cheek to cheek…”

Feeling more alone, the silent radio became just another gauge on the dashboard, Eliza thought about her decision to cut short her trip to Hollywood.

6) The Gravity Challenge. Each morning (except Sunday) the Graviteers:  val, kristi, joy, may stand on scales across the country, take a photo and send it in. It’s a good thing.

7) THIS SPACE AVAILABLE (If there are any new readers, casual viewers, blog-grazers or accidental visitors who are saying to themselves, “Those Ten Things of Thankful people seem a nice bunch, maybe I should… but Ten things?! Better wait for the list to build up.” We say, ‘NP, bro/broette! We got one space on our list reserved for the wandering blogger. Send it in and we’ll clear out some space here at #7 and paste it in.”

8) The Six Sentence Story... word is getting out that this is the place to practice the craft and have fun doing it. Stop by this Wednesday and tell ’em the Doctrine sent ya.

9) something, something.

10) Secret Rule 1.3

* not a ‘real’ word**

** yet…lol

*** given our respective work schedules and all

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Six Pentameter Story -the Wakefield Doctrine- “Are you readyyy to mumble!!!”

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

Something a little different this week.

Readers of the Wakefield Doctrine have, on numerous occasions, heard me describe the Six Sentence Story, (hosted by Denise), as a weekly opportunity to practice the craft. (I owe zoe a debt of gratitude. More than once I indulged in a post-Six lament, bemoaning the fact I was the worst writer in the ‘sphere. At the time she was the host of the bloghop and invariably would respond by saying something along the lines of, ‘That did not suck. You are getting better. Don’t stop.’)

Well, imagine my surprise last Friday when, after writing an aside to Paul’s comment at Denise’s Six Sentence Story, there came a reply (in this thread), ‘Oh yeah?! Lets see ya do that in the form of a poem.’ (Or words to that effect. Evident among the various blogs and blog writers in these pages, there is a positivity shared by participants. D. Avery provides an illustration of my personal philosophy on learning, i.e. hang out with people who have the skills I want to acquire and never give up.)

My reaction to her challenge manifested as a plummeting feeling in my stomach… ‘Poetry! Ayiieee!!’

Funny emotional reaction story notwithstanding, the second most pervasive theme running throughout my tenure in the blogosphere has been: ‘Don’t get comfortable. If you don’t have a stomach-ache you’re not pushing yourself. If you don’t push yourself, you’ll never get better at this writing thing.’

 

Prompt word:

Vessel

A mirror-pure sun bursts into light.

Sound and gravity, new gods, roar and pull the body claiming dominion.

Amid exhausted wails and un-practiced cries, a child,

decanted and tossed onto blue-linen shores.

Safe vessel burst, the quiet eternity of a dark saline sea,

now forever lost.

 

 

Video (long song but worth the time)

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