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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine-

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

This is (another) of the Wakefield Doctrine’s contribution to the Six Sentence Story bloghop.

It, (the ‘hop), is, of course, hosted by Denise.

This particular Six is incited by Friend of the Doctrine Nick’s own Six this week.

And, as Webster’s defines it, incitement is only as effective as the prone-to-excitation potential of the intended target.

This week’s prompt word:

SPARK

“Thanks a fricken lot!”

Typing the end-quote, I hesitated and thought, as redundant as those two particular verbs might sound, “Shit, am I headed down Meta-story Lane again or just indulging in rhetorical ego?”

Looking around for a quick link to ceayr’s or Doug’s Sixes, knowing that, if anyone would be more than happy to inform me of the opinion shared by, at last count, two-thirds of the general population, those two misanthropes would.

‘Alas, they are as distant as last week’s daydreams,’ I thought, making sure to add something from the self-deprecatory aisle, …. ‘he really seems at home with the First Person thing, probably ’cause there ain’t such a crowd’.

Seeing the end of the sentence-count approaching, the author shouted, ‘Shotgun!’ and jumped in the passenger seat as the POV shifted back to Third Person.

“Thanks, Nick,” he remembered, just in time, to separate with quotes, “For sparking a memory from the 1970s, to show my appreciation, here’s the song”.

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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine- [a Café Six]

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

This is the Wakefield Doctrine’s contribution to the Six Sentence Story bloghop.

It is hosted by Denise.

The rule is six, (and only six), sentences per submitted story.

This week’s prompt word:

SPARK

‘If you had just a minute to breathe,
And they granted you one final wish.’

The Sophomore stood in the brick-and-cigarette-machine foyer of the Six Sentence Café & Bistro, the exhalation of cool, conditioned-air offered a bouquet of varied spirits, short-order food, and secret dreams coaxed into blooming under a neon sun.

Having no memory of leaving, the young man, wearing a long wool overcoat that was twenty-years-old in 1973 and blond hair that was long enough to touch his shoulders, but too curly to do anything other than rest there, like half-a-ruff from the height of Elizabethan fashion, stepped towards the bar that ran along the right-hand wall, dividing the stacked-rows of liquor bottles from the open area of the Café like a breakwater protecting a harbour of refuge.

Surveying the room, he wondered if he should tell these people, inhabitants as they were, of a world fifty years in his future, his given name; the answer, as non-verbal as a belch, made his smile both brittle and heavy as his friends, creating an emotional gestalt among the crowd of Saturday Night strangers, suddenly became visible.

A flash from the farthest alcove, a soothing purple with a subtle glint, the bandstand, halfway down the right-hand wall, came alive with a buzz of greetings and acknowledgement, at once smooth, friendly and provocative and, finally, in his right-hand peripheral vision, a quiet smile of confident kindness.

The Sophomore’s attention was instantly commandeered as the tall, thin man stepped out of the darkened hall at the far end of the bar, singing the final line of the verse, as Tom, holding one of the double swinging kitchen doors for Chris joined in, “…spark of the low-heeled boys.

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Tuesday -the Wakefield Doctrine-

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

You know what one of the longest-running ambition of this here blog here is?

(No, we do not mean:

  • to have a million subscribed followers
  • encountering people on the street saying, loudly enough to heard from our passing car, “You and what army, scott?” “Oh man, what a roger” “Your surroundings, dude! Come back to the planet earth, clark!”
  • being included in the custom, stay-at-home-and-still-speak-every-language pack of both Rosetta Stone and Babel Fish
  • earn a comfortable living and increase the value of the common stock in Wakefield Doctrine (NYSE: WD) from selling DocTees and Hats (“…for your damn head”)

We’ve finished our little list but wanted to be sure to have a place for the far side of the parenthesis.)

Well, if you search, wait, we’ll do it for you…

ah ha! a reprint for ‘the Perfect Wakefield Doctrine post’

…but before we paste it, lets just define the perfect Wakefield Doctrine from a contemporary perspective: a single post, of less than fifteen hundred words (more or less) that, if presented to a first-time Reader, would enable them to see the clarks, scotts and rogers in their everyday world. Furthermore, she, (this first-time Reader), would grasp the core concepts (i.e. three characteristic personal realities, the relationship of the individual to the world around them and the people who make it up, the Everything Rule and, finally, the value of having an additional perspective on the world and such) and find the fun and excitement of seeing the world as the other person is experiencing it.

What fun.

(Unsurprisingly, we found 344 posts in a search for ‘the perfect Wakefield Doctrine post’. We did say it’s a goal, like, from the very beginning. What part of “Hey! Are you still writing blogposts on your personality theory thing? What’s it been, eleven years? Two-thousand-how-many individual posts?!! Don’cha think you oughta give it, you know, a rest? lol)

anyway: below is one of the first, perfect Wakefield Doctrine posts:  oh yeah… Readers know we’re about nothing here if we’re not about trying to be as honest as possible** so, Full Disclosure: the links from the two music videos did not survive the years. The links here are contemporary links to the two songs with ‘Time’ in their respective titles. Think about it… 2010!! Hey, at least we’re sure what we were doing on a certain day twelve years ago. Well, part of the day. Ok, if you insist, the early-morning-hours of the day…. for about an hour or so… if you insist wait

damn! it was a Sunday, yeah…. hold on, I’ll try

jeez louise!  it (WeatherUnderground) said that the weather here on Sunday in 2010 was clear and the temperature ranged between 15 and 22 degrees F. calm winds and sunrise at 7:14 am

hokey smoke!! Thanks guys… this little exercise might have yielded some interesting information on my weak-tertiary rogerian aspect. thanks, a lot.

Now the time has come. There are things to realize. Time has come today

Time.

In the time it takes to write this, it is about time this subject is addressed, when will it be time to get serious….it’s about Time.

The un-marked Rolodex stopped spinning this morning and came up Chambers Brothers, which means the topic is Time. (I will say with pride  that I resisted the Pink Floyd and stayed with the original source.)

On with it then.  Everything can be seen in light of the Wakefield Doctrine, ever thang.  Even Time.  Especially Time.

(BTW I did make some New Year’s resolutions, and primary among them was to present the Doctrine in as effective a manner as possible, which means that every Post/any Post contain something of the ‘real world’ that will offer concrete and objective expressions of the Wakefield Doctrine.  And I will not stint to present the Doctrine in as many different ‘contexts’ as may make themselves available.)

Time to start?

clarks are of the future, scotts of the present and rogers of the past.
(for clarks) the future never arrives, (for scotts) the present is over too soon and (for rogers) the past is essential.

All very obvious, but what are we to learn about the ‘worldview’ of each of the three in this context?

clarks, as well known by now, live in their heads.  They inhabit the world as outsiders, for various reasons clarks feel the need to earn the respect and acceptance of virtually everyone else they encounter.  Implicit in this statement is the idea that they must make an extra effort, to compensate. Being clarks, they are perfectly suited to the task; come up with a plan, something no one has thought of, in order to do something to redeem themselves…in the future.  clarks are doomed by both the (false) premise and the un-manageable definition of success.  But clarks live in their heads and their strengths are their downfall.  They are trapped by an idea, false to the rest of the world, but true to circular logic inherent in a worldview of ‘me and the rest of the world’.  And as Time passes, the requirements of the gesture that earns the respect of everyone else, grows and grows. Impossible expectations become a way of life that trades effort for acceptance, surrenders any chance to realise the falseness of the original distinction in exchange for the illusion that one more plan might be the one to make it all worthwhile.

scotts, people of action, they are the ones that live in the here and now (without the serenity).  Actions speak louder than words? Actions speak in place of thought.  The very distinctive trait of scotts, their living in and of the present, imbues them with certainty.  If your mind is reflected in your acts and your acts are of the present then you will have a certainty of purpose, which is why, for good or (very, very often) bad, scotts are the leaders.  Most people, most of the time prefer to listen (and by extension, follow) the person with the most certainty, conviction, sureness.  That would be your nearby scott.
(There is a ‘test’ utilized in sales, specifically timeshare sales, in which the sales representative will meet the customers, talk about what they will be doing in the next couple of hours and then abruptly say “follow me”.  Without hesitation, without looking back to see if the customers are, the rep will walk off.  If they follow a sale is a near certainty, if one or both people have not followed the rep knows there is work to be done.)
The negative aspect of Time to a scott?  (One word: ‘getting old’).  Age. scotts are not the ones who ‘age well’.  Since most of their lives are lived physically, in action/in motion the decline of health and physical prowess is anathema to the scott, both male and female, (for parallel but slightly different reasons).  Want to scare a scott? tell them they are getting old. (might want to be sure your exit path is clear first, though).

rogers? too easy. (Is there a genealogist in the house?) Call from the Department of Redundancy Department1, for the first rogers  to pick of the courtesy phone…As we know the strength of rogers is the source of their limitations.  They organise and they preserve (for posterity).  But Everything a roger deems valuable enough to preserve is considered Perfect.  (As in, ‘improve on this? are you crazy didn’t you just hear the guy say Perfect?). For a roger, ‘if it is worth doing it is worth repeating,…without change or alteration’.

Damn, what a busy morning we gots here.

BREAKTIME!!!!

OK,  back to work.

Let’s consider the ‘point’ of todays’ Post.  Time is the universal, inescapable common experience.  Only problem is that we all live through it differently and more importantly, we all view the effects of Time in very different ways(or to be more exact, three different ways).  And the Wakefield Doctrine is nothing if it is not an effort to find new ways to see the world through the eyes of another person.

(Hey Slovinanss!, it’s snowing out.  Early class!  Go out there and step into the shoes of the others, have some fun.)

Mr. Chambers, if you will…

1) phrase from the totally wonderful Firesign Theater (just find an old person, ask them), specifically from a line in the ‘I Think We Are All Bozos On This Bus’ album. (Album? hey I did say old person)

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TToT -the Wakefield Doctrine-

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

This is the Wakefield Doctrine’s contribution to the Ten Things of Thankful (TToT) bloghop.

The invitation is to share the people, places and things that have elicited, inspired and otherwise inspired one to experience the state of gratitude. Either as a fleeting state, say, when we slow down at a curve in the road for no particular reason and there turns out to be a radar trap waiting, or a long(er) state-of-mind; remembering how, on Saturday nights we’d would stop at the local McDonald’s on the way home and pick up a quarter-pounder, large fries, strawberry shake and a plain hamburger. After turning on the tv, we’d prepare put the 1/4 pounder and fries on a sandwich plate, along with the plain hamburger, sans bun, cut into quarters. We’d put the plate on the arm of the loveseat where Ola sat, right next to the couch facing the tv. With the food about six inches from Ola’s nose and teeth, we’d always act surprised at forgetting the strawberry shake in the kitchen, jump up and say, ‘Be right back’. Ola would look at us with that canine look of amused patience and wait. Once we returned, she’d accept her hamburger pieces as we ate together.

The memory brings a smile now, many years later.

This week our grat list includes:

 

1) Una

2) Phyllis  ‘The Cottage in the Woods Adventure Part 3.7’ (We’ll ask you, the Reader to imagine a vehicle with a full roof rack, a ladder on the back, a winch on the front bumper and a ‘snorkle’ on the exhaust system…. like that)

3) the Wakefield Docrtrine

4) serial stories ‘the Whitechapel Interlude‘ and ‘the Case of the Missing Fig Leaf

5) Six Sentence Story (the blophop for people who enjoy writing but don’t have a garret (or a publisher or, for that matter, an agent. Mostly because an agent would most likely be, all, “Six Sentences…that’s it. You’re messing with me, right?”)

6) vidchats (because it’s more fun at those times in a thoughtful discussion when you want to interrupt the other person, i.e. waving arms, leaning forward in chair (towards camera on top of computer) lol

7) writing the story, ‘Almira’ (for, in the course of doing research, providing the opportunity to acquire a Cliff Notes level of awareness of the worker’s rights movement in the early 20th C.)

I’ll be all around in the dark. I’ll be everywhere. Wherever you can look, wherever there’s a fight, so hungry people can eat, I’ll be there. Wherever there’s a cop beatin’ up a guy, I’ll be there. I’ll be in the way guys yell when they’re mad. I’ll be in the way kids laugh when they’re hungry and they know supper’s ready, and when the people are eatin’ the stuff they raise and livin’ in the houses they build, I’ll be there, too.” (Tom Joad ‘Grapes of Wrath’ John Steinbeck film version)

8) Friend of the Doctrine Nick (hey! Nick! Thanks for the cover (“Well, sure, Mrs. Cleaver we were studying in the library the whole time.”)

9) something something 

10) Secret Rule 1.3 (Well, jeez, did you see that part about ‘Secret’?) (well, sure, but ya gotta ask, ya know?)

 

 

 

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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine- [a ‘Case of the Missing Fig Leaf’ Six]

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

This is our contribution to the Six Sentence Story bloghop.

Hosted by Denise, the only requirement is to present a story in six (and only) six sentences.

[ed note: In deference to one of our ESL Sixarians, I will impose his ‘One punctuation mark = one Sentence’ interpretations of the Rule of SIx. All in the interest of nurturing the most egalitarian of communities, of course. This one time. lol]

This week’s prompt word:

KNOT

“Wait! Don’t move!”

Female laughter, confidently brash, yet very much in the key of ‘come hither’, overflowed from the undiscovered country outside the circle of light currently painting the twisted and tangled bedsheets a lavender-pink color.

“One word about Gordian knots and you’ll be on Harvard Street trying to figure out where to put your phone.”

The current chair of Radcliffe University’s Department of Advanced Anthropology and Cultural Semiotics, Leann’s voice commanded my attention; her body, however, totally controlled my more corporeal elements as two a.m. snuck towards us like a teenager trying to get his girlfriend home without alerting her father, time-worn copy of the ‘Am Bròn Binn’ on his lap, asleep in a chair on the front porch.

Although I wasn’t overly surprised at her deploying the Alexandrian reference, the imagery of a painting by Berthélemy, courtesy of the École des Beaux-Arts during my recent trip to Europe, assured our commingled laughter; it provided the perfect end to a day that began with my surprise visit to her lecture, ‘Scylla and Charybdis: Conjoined twins of anti-patriarchal Militarism or Adolescent fantasy‘, and ended in the master-bedroom of her house in Cambridge, Massachusetts.

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