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This is the Six Sentence Story bloghop.

Write a story of six and only six sentences. Make it about the prompt word. Link it to our host Denise’s blog and all will be well.

(It is a matter of record that my interest in writing developed fairly late in the game. For the record, I can point to the month and year I started caring about picking out words and lining them up in a pleasing fashion. June 2009 That was when this blog started. Yet it wasn’t blogging that fueled the desire, it was the Wakefield Doctrine. For reasons not fully understood, even today, I was seized by the need to spread the word, explain and illustrate our little personality theory. The ‘writing for writing’s sake’ (and for the sake of acquiring skills), was but a byproduct of this drive.

And this has what to do with this week’s Six Sentence Story? Got to lay it on the music vid. Straight outta Haight-Ashbury* and it, like most emoto-biographical songs and music, I was totally back….way back in the day. And, short version, I was wondering what I might write, had I had the interest back in high school and college.

Hence, the double Six.**)

 

Prompt word:

MIGRATION

You make this unnecessarily difficult, at its heart, writing a Six is as simple as causing a migration of the right words out of your pre-conscious, down through fingers and up on the screen.

(err are you sure you aren’t forgetting something)… jostled into an attractive coherence by the commas and periods and …and!, surely the demi-god of punctuation, the semi-colon; moving as unpredictably as the bishop in a chess game played by over-tired, four-year-olds, it grants the writer renewed stamina and room to explain the theme; at least we hope it will.

(looks good, but…)

Oh… the audio! Of course! Where is that switch… do we prefer ‘mono’ over “stereo”?

“By all means, the modern Reader will accept nothing less than full-fidelity, yet there remains something lacking. It’s like well, it’s like, ideas without reference to everyday items and actions that suggest the quality we want to accentuate…. our friend the metaphor, like a really nice suit, tailored and fitted to a tee, begs to be worn everyday, maturity, in lieu of skill, reminds us that often, less is more.

 

 

 

 

Bonus Six

MIGRATION

Time is a wind moving all, often suddenly without warning, sometimes so gently as to be mistaken for standing still.

The haste of life, at its beginning a migration of the flesh, subdividing the whole into parts too small to see, yet too powerful to ignore. The motion of man and woman, creation and life, is heir to mortality, carving a path that is distinguished only by its compulsive novelty.

Fuel of the self, thrown into the fire, without thought by the young, measured and carefully by the mature, lends the illusion of light and it’s bastard son, understanding.

Finally the memories, like birds with crooked wings and round-stubbled feathers drawing closer to one and other, fly towards the waiting darkness, each drafting to uplift the other, form a single whole for the briefest moment before they become part of the night, stripped of individual identity, to rest and await another migration.

As all things find an ending, life continues the creation, adding one to another, through endless time.

 

* thanx and a tip of the do-rag to NWA and them, for the phrase

** non-sequitur? somewhat

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Ever notice that I seem to be unable to do a reprint post as they are intended to be used, in a manner for maximum benefit?

Sure, a proper reprint is supposed to be minimally re-packaged and/or labeled, you know, “And now, an Encore performance of…” and then hit send. Done and done.

But nooo, every time I try to do a reprint (“Dude, you used to teach the principles and provide examples of the Wakefield Doctrine every….day! Whats up with that? Call Frank or text the word, “Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers”.)

Apparently we have, before I even get to the ‘cut ‘n paste’ portion of our post, two topics floating around in my head: 1) the comment (and implications of same) left by Friend of the Doctrine, Cynthia and B) the secret insight blanketed in the words, all sleep-wrinkled and night-soft, in the leading two sentences.

To our friend, first!

In a comment to Sunday’s TToT, Cynthia wrote:

…haha. Clarks and their written statements…

ha ha, (or, as FOTD Clairepeek might say, ‘ja ja‘) indeed! There is, imo, something in these five, (or six, counting the onomatopoeia), that hints at so much more. You know, like, “Hey, you got a minute.” from a work superior, or “About those test results.” from an educational (or worse) medical superior or “We need to talk.” from an emotional superior.

Who out there, putting themselves in the scene, hear the thought, ‘Uh oh”

Now Point B is even more elusive but simpler. Only thing required to get the inference is to be a clark or to trust your secondary aspect. The most correct* but not overly constructive answer is “Because of fear!”

There you have it. An intro without coherence. But there is a point and there is a useful insight. Because, in the final analysis, the Wakefield Doctrine does not provide answers, it offers an (additional) perspective on our worlds and the people who make it up.

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There is a post (or two) somewhere in the archives that look at the ‘Days of the Week’ from the perspective of the Wakefield Doctrine and seek to identify the days that are ‘good days’ for people of each of the three personality types. Some are megaphone-obvious, like Saturday and scotts or Mondays and rogers or Tuesday and …everyone! But, especially clarks.

Why is that? Why does the sub-title use the slightly arrhythmic phrase ‘truly user-friendly’? Unfortunately the word ‘mild’, is nearly harmless, there’s absolutely nothing in what it implies that anyone could take issue with, “…and temperatures will be mild today.”  “Don’t worry, your child is exhibiting the normal signs of the flu which includes running a mild fever.” It does, at least on the surface, seem to be a complimentary assertion (of the character or quality of a person or a worldview).

So what’s wrong with ‘mild’? What would cause a blog writer to begin a post with an apologia?

I don’t know. Nothing I guess. Don’t give it a second thought. Sorry I brought it up.

(Interruption for a Wakefield Doctrine insight. You know how we have descriptions (metaphoric and otherwise) of the world as it is experienced by those of the three personality types?

  • scotts ranging across the savannah hungry and impatient, take a moment to play with young pack members or sleep in the shade with one eye half-open;
  • clarks standing in the shadows, moving carefully, watching and, like self-animated marionettes, encircle their arms, hugging empty space in practice embraces, seeing more detail in the actions and plans of the others, the shadow-light allowing a closer insight and
  • rogers moving through the day, across the world, in unison of spirit, competing with the other Members of the Herd, not for supremacy, rather for positioning and increased centrality to the others in their local part of life.

To further our insight into ‘the other two’ worldviews we strive to infer from the actions, reactions, distractions and attractions exhibited by the person we are trying to better understand. It would seem that I’m implying that there is something about the quality of ‘mildness’, as it exists in the reality of a clark, that they (the clarks) feel is nothing to be overly proud of. But I’m getting off track. Back to the post.)

So Tuesday is the Mildest Day of the Week. Sure. I get that. Monday is over, Friday is a lifetime away and Wednesday, (‘hump day’ to rogers, they love to have almost-clever labels in their world. Know someone who insists their car has a name? roger…. unless she’s a girl…and it’s her first car…. and even then, she won’t really mean it.  rogers will.  lol (Go ahead, put your ‘You don’t know what you’re talking about and besides…and this whole Doctrine things isn’t anything but…’ in a comment, please.)

Anyway.

I did want to get in one other concept that carries weight, especially in the worldview of clarks:  expectations and pre-expectations.

As we know from ‘the Everything Rule’, these two conditions exist for all three personality types. However, when considered in the context of clarks, they provide excellent illustrations of the unifying principle of the Doctrine, which is: ‘we use the perspectives of the Wakefield Doctrine to allow us to better understand how we relate ourselves to the world around us.’

That’s all we have time for this morning. Be sure to write in your un-answered questions!

 

* most correct!?! rogers and scotts don’t be appreciating the value of dividing absolutes into smaller and more malleable chunks.

finally the music

 

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How weird is it to read something you wrote say, five or seven years ago, and think, ‘Good job with the Doctrine post, younger clark.’

Yeah, by local standards, that’s only semi-weird. The truth be told, while I’m always slightly on edge about my earlier style, I was relieved in today’s reprint to see that the Everything Rule was there, back in 2014. (I don’t think I knew the name of the rule yet, but the principle was.)

So lets travel back to October 31, 2014. A simpler time. We were all five can-you-believe-it? years younger and not a care in the world! I believe I had yet to start writing Almira. Thanks zoe and Kerry! Both for zoe’s bloghop for which I wrote a six sentence story that, somehow, contained the whole of the story and for Kerry’s encouragement to continue the story.

Lets see what was top of mind at the Wakefield Doctrine in 2014

Welcome to… (sorry  do your own scary, radio voice-over audio here)  Velcome to ze Vakefield Doctrine… (the spookiest, most useful and fun theory of  creepy-clarks, scary scotts and… and regulatory! rogers!)

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Yeah, I’m kinda surprised too. How I got through the last 4 years without a Post on the topic of Halloween is totally beyond me. I’ll bet I mentioned it, (Halloween), on a number of occasions, if for no other reason than Halloween is one of the Big Three ( holiday celebrations), and marks the end of Summer!  In any event, all that changes today!

hey! here’s a disquieting surprise! I was about to do a bullet-point listing of Halloween and the three personality types (knowing that this is a clarklike holiday) and I thought to check Wikipedia for a reference, or at very least a good image (I’m a Contributing Member of Wikipedia, so I’m comfortable using ‘our’ images*)… and my stomach turned at what I read.

this (my reaction to my anticipation of the Reader’s reaction, is what I’m finding interesting). I’m finally coming to appreciate that most Readers are more advanced in their understanding of the principles and application of the Doctrine.**  …anyway I thought, “man! I don’t have to even have to explain what it is about this citation that makes me feel…. (something: not pleasant, but more on the wistfully regretful, rather than scared or outraged).  Weird, huh?

Screw this reflectioning, here’s the citation from Wikipedia:

Development of artifacts and symbols associated with Halloween formed over time. Jack-o’-lanterns are traditionally carried by guisers on All Hallows’ Eve in order to frighten evil spirits. There is a popular Irish Christian folktale associated with the jack-o’-lantern, which in lore, is said to represent a “soul who has been denied entry into both heaven and hell”:

On route home after a night’s drinking, Jack encounters the Devil and tricks him into climbing a tree. A quick-thinking Jack etches the sign of the cross into the bark, thus trapping the Devil. Jack strikes a bargain that Satan can never claim his soul. After a life of sin, drink, and mendacity, Jack is refused entry to heaven when he dies. Keeping his promise, the Devil refuses to let Jack into hell and throws a live coal straight from the fires of hell at him. It was a cold night, so Jack places the coal in a hollowed out turnip to stop it from going out, since which time Jack and his lantern have been roaming looking for a place to rest.

(neither the hell (waiting for the scotts) nor the heaven (of the rogers) awww…. poor clark)

Halloween:

  • clarks see opportunity but are limited by their capacity to trust the costume
  • scotts see fun but are limited by the restriction of custom… vandalism is out of favor, organized marches through neighborhood streets are de rigueur what kind of fun is that?!
  • rogers see celebration, but their fun is to be standing inside the door, when the participants come marching up the driveway

(let me know if anyone is up to a vidchat…. I know most will be busy.)

 

* hey zoe!! …Lizzi    Kristi!  …is this rogerian enough?

** a variation on a cool old saying… (to paraphrase:  when the students are adept, the teacher must learn)

from this week’s listening to old songs:

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“Because Una felt like a walk, but it was raining.”
“Why do you ask?”
lol She enjoyed the walk around the golf course. (Phyllis drove. I was, whatever the archaic semi-Victorian Era term for the member of the household staff whose responsibility it was to make sure the head of the household was not inconvenienced, in the backseat.)

 

Lets get old-school and list the Grat Items encountered starting … now*.

This is, of course, the bloghop that Lizzi created. Our charge is to re-account any examples of people, places or things that caused us to feel grateful. Each week, Kristi throws open the metaphorical doors and welcomes us to come and ‘set a spell’. And, maybe, share the words that paint the picture of a glimpse into a life and reality. ‘Cause, that is the power in this here bloghop. Perspective.

1) Una

 

2) Phyllis

3) the blogosphere (in general) and Pat Brockett (in particular). Her mother passed away this week. The thing about this virtual world that puts it on my list this week is that we are, (sometimes), given the privilege of a glimpse into another person’s life. All of us have friends and family. The internet multiplies that, at least for some of us, especially those of us inclined to spend time in the blogosphere. We write stories and we often tell of our lives. This sharing of a life that we, all of us, have very little chance of encountering were it not for the internet, is the true gift made available to us. If we’re lucky. Our thoughts are with Pat and her family.

4) work for being of such a nature that I might not only allow my clarklike nature to function, but with a studied effort, be applied to the performance of the thing that I do. pretty much all one can ask for, in terms of earning a living.

5) Chapter 19 of ‘the Case of the Missing Starr’. A little slow in publishing today. Stop back in the mid-afternoon. Here is Chapter 19 (Warning: Lou’s in this chapter. lol. Nothing bad, but not all Readers find exceptionally-colorful language entertaining.)

6) the Wakefield Doctrine for offering an additional perspective (or three). It totally makes a difference. Any questions as to how you might avail yourself of this productive, and way fun approach to interacting with the world at large and the people who make it up, just ask.

7) Six Sentence Story. Its a combination of one-stop, flash fiction depot and my own personal writing exercise book. (You know the one, the hard blue cardboard cover. Try as you might, you can’t tear a page out neatly, to save your life!). In any event, this week I have an installment of my series of stories about Parchman Farms. Stop by and read. Better yet, come join us next Wednesday. Its a fun use of words.

8) THIS SPACE AVAILABLE

9) something, something. Hey, it’s raining. Time for the Wakefield Doctrine movie recommendation***.  ‘The Final Girls’. ( Watch the Trailer )

10) Secret Rule 1.3

 

* including photogenic memory**

** ‘Good!’ to whoever asked, is that a rogerian expression? You’re learning your Doctrine, This is, however, only a near-expression, i.e. created by a clark. How to tell? Your reaction to the malapropism was more a smile in acknowledgment of my bon mot. A genuine rogerian expression is, however, always marked by a startled burst of laughter.

*** as is the practice here at the Wakefield Doctrine all have passed the Phyllis test for comfortable viewability-ness

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

This is the Six Sentence Story. Hosted by Denise. One prompt word to adhere to six (and only six) sentences.

Pretty simple, isn’t it?

Readers of our Sixes will recognizes the above photo. One of several I use when writing a Six from the imagined reality of Parchman Farm. (To be more precise, our story’s context is from the first third of the 20th Century when the prison functioned as a state-sponsored plantation.)

Prompt word:

LEGEND

“Still rainin, boss,” Billy Tulene’s voice wove three words into a song of impossibly complex emotion. Seeking an invisible sunrise, the young man’s eyes reflected a map which had its legend obliterated by time and poor judgement.

“Any damn fool tell me that, boy,” Roscoe Williams, cageboss in Camp 8, always sounded meaner on days when God and weather interfered with the State of Mississippi’s plans for two thousand convicts. It wasn’t just the complaints of the men who signed his paycheck, they were just passing down what they were given by those who served at the will of the voters; what bothered Roscoe about rainy days, was the music.

Try as you might, and Roscoe did, when his uniform was still new and he believed he understood his charges; not one prisoner at Parchman Farm would say when they’d first heard the songs that rose among the men, binding them stronger than any wire fence or iron shackles ever could.

What made the cageboss so mean on rainy days was, he was among the men all day, not riding his horse, high above their bent heads out in the endless fields; more than once, noted with a slide of the eye or an upturn of half a dark smile, Mrs. Ida Williams’ only son could be heard singing along.

 

 

 

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