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TToT -the Wakefield Doctrine-

March 23, 2024 By clarkscottroger

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.

Created by Lizzi in the Autumn of 1940, it served both as anodyne to the stress of the nightly air raids and paradoxically, engendered an attitude of acceptance that was of primary benefit to the children huddled along the platforms of cold subway stations.

‘Out of trial comes insight’, A a wise woman once said. So, now, seventy-three years later, we participate in a weekly celebration of the people, places and things that engender the state of gratitude.

For the Wakefield Doctrine:

1. Una

2) Phyllis

3) the Wakefield Doctrine

4) the Six Sentence Story (this week’s Pic of the Six(sss) is: ‘Bank‘ by Yinglan

5) the Unicorn Challenge (this week’s ‘corn extraordinaire) is: ‘The Bethany‘ by Michael B Fishman

6) back to Arcactia* The bridge that was, has been assessed and the bridge to be, dreamt. You know, ‘as it was in the beginning…’ Psalm VIII (Coverdale’s Translation.) Wait…what??!! He did translate both Old and New Testament? No. Way. We have no choice. Secret Rule 1.3 subsection 69 insists that our benefit from discovering the ‘true’ David Coverdale must be manifested in video form!

7) ed. ok, for any Readers out there not hailing from Y-Chromia (during the Mid-Adolescencia Era) we offer this alternative rendition of the author. (favored by Phyllis: Here I Go Again Magicians cut))

8) something, something

9) oh! yeah! don’t forget to go to “…of Heroes and the MisUnderstood” which is the serial story being co-authored by ours truly and Tom. You can read the whole thing. Don’t forget to Follow and Share and tell all yer friends to do the same. ya know?

10) Secret Rule 1.3

* imaginary land of struggling flowers and gripping cold

music vids

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ffff Freezday -the Wakefield Doctrine-

March 22, 2024 By clarkscottroger

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

Unseasonably cold in this part of Oceania, hence the clever title, which if combustible, would have already been busted up and thrown on the fire. (Metaphorically, of course… the clever, not the combustible)

this is the Wakefield Doctrine’s semi-weakly* contribution to jenne and ceayr‘s photo-prompt bloghop, the Unicorn Challenge.

Simple enough rules: Muse on the week’s photation and write a two hundred and fifty word (or less) story.

They say the world, as it appears at night, is reproval of the certainty with which we hold our assessment of the people, places and things that occupy us when the Sun rules all.

We stood and stared across the harbor.

To say we stood in silence would be as inadequate as a parent telling their child that someday they would grow up and be happy.

The mundane solidity of the second-hand car, it’s engine quietly ticking, the automotive equivalent of constrained groans of an octogenarian returning from the garden on an intoxicatingly-mild day, provided non-judgmental support as we leaned against the front fender.

The space between us, sipped at by secret inhalations as we tried to create the most neutral of settings for words that could do nothing but hurt, remained empty. The once carnal heat that flooded the space between us was now dark energy, forcing our worlds apart.

“I need to leave.”

The lights of the sailboats were at once pointed to an infinite ocean awash in stellar plankton and luminescent krill, while, their reflections were anchored to the earth, as if to remind the couple, still clinging together, there can be no parting that does not leave a hole behind.

“I know.”

The irresistible power of the Sun, when it reigns over the daylight world, lies in banishing darkness which can only survive into the following night if there is someone who is willing to hold it within, succoring it until the Sun retreats.

* sorry, any Doctrine TToT Readers, can’t say why I enjoy that weak pun as much as I do, but I be careful not to totally wear it out.

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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine- “…of Heroes and the MisUnderstood” [Part 1.5]

March 21, 2024 By clarkscottroger

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, governed by simple rule: ‘Do it in Six or don’t do it at all.’

Tom and I are writing a Serial Six Sentence Story: ‘…of Heroes and the MisUnderstood‘. (If you’re just starting, this link will provide the whole story.)

If you’ve been following along, here are Tom’s most recent, which serve as a lead-in: ‘Two Sides‘ and ‘Svikja‘.

Prompt word:

BANK

“If I hear, ‘It’s not a bad as it sounds’, one more fuckin’ time, it will be…for you,” Lou Ceasare pointed his cigarillo at the man standing next to his booth, that being nearest to the kitchen and the backstage dressing rooms, served as his office/boardroom; acutely aware of his employer’s business practices, the former owner of a Dark Web consulting company realized that reminding his boss that he was ‘only the messenger’ would do nothing other than hasten his demise.

Diane Tierney slid into the opposite side of the booth, nodded the grateful man away and spoke in a calm yet, somehow, commanding voice, “Lou, in all the years I’ve been hostess here, there’s never been a problem you couldn’t,” a smile teased the corners of her eyes, “solve”; and if you choose not to believe me, I’ve got a list of frustrated local and federal law enforcement professionals who will be surely testify to your innate ability to …problem-solve.”

Her eyes flared a shade of purple not yet proven to exist, and, a heartbeat later, the bartender dropped a glass, and the dancer who, at that moment was playing keep-away with a circle of light on stage in the strip club half of the building, broke a heel which was more serious than it sounds, it being one-half of her remaining costume.

“You can godamn well take that to the bank,” Lou laughed his crocodile laugh and the grey-blue bank of cigar smoke obscuring his face lifted, “I’m open to any suggestions that get my dancer and her bodyguard back in one piece, provided it don’t involve that rompicoglioni down in Miami; I regret trying to put Cyrus-fuckin-St. Loreto in my debt by agreeing to send Rue on a scouting expedition over in England, or Iceland or wherever the hell the company he needed espionaged.

“There is one resource,” Diane did something with her face, a look that Lou had witnessed stopping a hormone-and-gin drunk Superior Court judge from ending his career on the stage in his club; “But it’s worse than dealing with Cyrus and his Bernebau Company, it involves Anya Claireaux.”

This time, the bartender dropped a bottle of liquor and the dancer fell off the stage.

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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine- “…of Heroes and the MisUnderstood” [Part 1.0]

March 20, 2024 By clarkscottroger

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, governed by simple rule: ‘Do it in Six or don’t do it at all.’

Tom and I are writing a Serial Six Sentence Story: ‘…of Heroes and the MisUnderstood‘. (If you’re just starting, then this link will provide the whole story.)

If, however, you’ve been following along, here are Tom’s most recent, which serve as a lead-in: ‘Two Sides‘ and ‘Svikja‘.

Prompt word:

BANK

“Hey, doll, not for nothin’ but I’m pretty much a third-date-before-the-slings-and-trapeze come out, kinda guy,” I was doing my best to lighten up the not-so-funny turn of events as my former captive-chick snapped a final lock on the harness I let her put me in; she immediately waved up at the helicopter hovering in the dark-and-rainy night sky.

Getting hoisted into the sky at gun point wasn’t entirely without redeeming value, given the panoramic view I had of my recent crash-on-a-deserted-London street experience; I could see Rue being bundled into the front passenger seat by the guy who kinda seemed to set off the whole evening action sequence, but setting aside my growing resentment, I called down as he raced around the front of the SUV and the driver’s side door;

“Hey, Moonbeam, take good care of my friend there and, as my boss, Lou, has been known to advise, ‘When everything’s gone to hell, your best bet is to do the opposite of what your rational brain is telling you; it’ll surprise the other guy and chances are they’ll be aiming right where you’re not’.”

The guy gave me a ‘thumbs up’ like in some 1940s war movie; I couldn’t help but think that maybe, if I had rays coming out of my hands, I’d be kinda trying to fuck up the rocket launcher or the helicopter, you know, mess up their night too, but then thought, different strokes for different folks; I did manage a kind of salute, but by then they’d disappeared down the deserted street in the direction opposite the rocket launcher.

Turning my attention to my little Dom, I realized that after securing my harness, she went and climbed on my back with her left hand to a spare strap, like a subway rider but with an added personal touch of wrapping her legs around my waist.

“There is a God,” I laughed, twisting the harness in such a way that we were face-to-face; never one to underestimate the power of spontaneous romance in my never-ending effort to learn what it is a woman wants, but, as God is my witness, I’d swear I saw a corner of her mouth twist upwards.

My positive vibes disappeared as the helicopter started to bank in the direction opposite where Moonbeam had driven; all I could think was how Lou was gonna react when he got the news that I managed to let Rue get kidnapped right in front of me; it killed my mood faster than a bunch of parents showing up a day early for Parent/Student weekend at a coed college dorm.

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Tuesday -the Wakefield Doctrine-

March 19, 2024 By clarkscottroger

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

As promised, a continuation of yesterday’s post.

Before we get to that, see that first, uncharacteristically-brief sentence?

(Oh, man! Don’t get us started on diagraming sentencesese! The snow-melty March afternoons spent in English class. ‘Would anyone care to come up to the board and diagram this sentence?’)

That would have been among the first instances where our people began to recognize a potential value to (our) marginal social standing when in the company of ‘real’ people, aka other kids. Unlike like scotts and rogers who would, in this classic situation be: throwing pieces of soft-gum erasers at classmates, hoping to startle them into drawing the teacher’s attention or passing a note to someone insisting that yet another pupil was really gross… respectively. Some of the (small number) of sixth graders who were clarks would look directly towards the front of the class, all alphabet-bordered, black-slate-with-yellow-drifted-chalk-trough and simply not be there. And, such is life, more often than not, the teacher would call on someone else.

The sense of relief at avoiding fear was twinged by a sadness that would take a lifetime for the young Outsider to acknowledge.

….damn! Where were we??!

oh yeah! What about that business of translation, vocabulary and fluency in the context of the value of the Wakefield Doctrine. Will it really allow us to better/more effectively/less clumsily interact with the world around us (and the people who make it up)?

That the Wakefield Doctrine’s system of three personality types is, at first blush*, simply one more perspective on the world is pretty obvious. That there is a logical, accessible and effective method which might be applied to a person’s efforts to self-improve themselves is guaranteed . With a certain amount of imagination and discipline**.

* cool idiom, no? damn! here, this from the opening paragraph:

The verb to blush can be traced back to the Old English ablysian. …usually in glosses of Latin psalters. For instance, there is this tenth century gloss of Psalms 6:11:

ablysigen ł scamien & syn drefed ealle fynd mine syn gecerred on hinder & aswarnien swiþe hredlice ł anunga

(Let all my enemies blush / be ashamed & be troubled, let them be turned back & be confounded very quickly / rapidly)

We did say, damn! did we not? Remind us to continue with this in tomorrow’s post.

** hey, no! not nearly the oil-water combo we’re indoctrinated to believe.

Hey! shout out to Nick for the suggestion (in a sense) of today’s music vids. You should check out his art-stuff¹ v taliento!