Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
Despite today being Friday, while we will forego the weekly Quiz. scotts and rogers are given leave to go out and play. (aka chase ‘n eat, or gather unto oneself proof of Correctness)
(If you’re still bored, gather your little friends around you, scott (no snacking! friends are not energy bars!) and try this.)
For everyone still at your desks in this metaphor-logy, we Way-Back our ownselfs to the days of wood and metal classroom desks. Cool thing being, the desk had a built-in defensive, (well, actually, offensive), feature: a solid maple top on a hinge that, for an unsuspecting classmate distracted by their rummaging around inside them, can be surprised shut. ha ha.
…anyway
Compare and Contrast
‘The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;’
Which is the clark? Who is the scott? Where, (and there is one), is the roger?
Now isn’t that more fun than spending mandatory recess in the schoolyard dodging scotts and avoiding rogers?
Mimi, you had a Comment?
Why yes, there are times and situations, friendships and relationships-of-convenience that would make this period not entirely unpleasant. Example?
Correct! clarks have scottian friends/collaborators and, the same-but-different, rogerian best friends. ’twas ever thus.
Class? The danger in this set of relationships? (Remember: cite examples in terms of grade school level maturity and social context)
Misky! You’ve eaten the entirety of your recess-bound classmates already? (Well, of course you divvied them up with your fellow scotts. The pack does need to keep up their energy level)
Since you’re here, do you care to address the topic?
Very good! And controversial! Yates may very well be a roger. How would you support your assertion?
Denise… you’ve been uncharacteristically quiet. Would you care to contribute to our little discussion?
No, asking ‘Who let the dogs in?’ Is not quite what we had in mind.
oh, not in a bad way. lol Fine. continue
sorry time is up! pencils down.
About clarkscottroger
Just spend recess on a bench with a good book. “Feed your head.”
as long as it’s on the down-low
from a time (and gender) when reading was a splash of blue*
*reference to blue monkey which, in turn is a reference to clarks in a social setting (mostly rogers, a course) clarks are blue monkeys which, in turn, is a reference to an experiment (a bit on the apocryphal side) where they took a monkey from their troupe, painted it blue and returned to the troupe, not a happy ending
Such an excellent poem from the man himself, WBY. Perfect song… but gosh, I seem to remember sitting there when I was very tiny at school…
even not being a poem guy, this one is like ‘damn!’
Ah yes, the poem. Let’s wade in. One would think this was about a falcon and a falconer, a rapaciously scottian poem, but nope — “And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, / Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?” —
The old world is dead, and whatever is coming next won’t be a saviour, it will be brutal. It’s the world falling apart at the seams. It’s the voice of spiritus mundi (Yeats believed time was cyclical, not lineal).
I’d like to address the topic of that desk. 3rd grade. A boy named Christian sat behind me (actually, he sat behind me four consecutive years, always claiming the seat behind me), and much to his annoyance, the desks in the 3rd grade classroom were those ‘drop-top desks’ — he couldn’t pull my chair out from under me as I sat down. Obviously a scottian trick. Oh, if only I knew then what I know now.
As I recall, it also had an spot for an inkwell.
so I’ll put you down for ‘It’s a rogerian poem’?
while those of us in grammar school (hey! you guys get the credit for scolae grammaticales) and while we don’t claim the harsh conditions of same Dickens or Pink FLoyd, depending on area the day-to-day in grammar school bears very little resemblance to what kids experience in the Orwellian Century
and that’s just public school
I could bring up life as a child in a parochial school with a couple of stories and invite Comment, but my service provider has only so much bandwidth. lol
to wit:
This is such a brilliant song. Haven’t heard it in … centuries (it seems). One day I should like to read about your parochial school years. I was smacked with a wooden ruler as a child to stop me from writing with my left hand. Now I write with my right hand, scissors in my left, left foot on a shovel, kitchen knives in my right — and I drive a car with the steering wheel on the right (laughing).
Anyway, yes, poem: Rogerian.
I too have a degree of ambidexterity for certain sports such as golf and digging holes
might just continue the discussion, re: The Second Coming in this week’s Doctrine posts