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SIx Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine- “…in one week?!? that’s meta-physically insane, man!”* lol

August 20, 2026 By clarkscottroger

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

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

Hosted by Denise, constrained by a sentence limit (high and low) of six, there are worse ways to spend the remaining time you have on earth.

So we awoke to read, over at Chris’s Six, that the much rumour’d Six Sentence Café & Bistro Poetry Slam is on for …next Week. As in August 27!

As with the previous event (April 2023), the binding convention lies with its location, the Six Sentence Café and Bistro. While the layout of the main floor (‘three steps down from the sidewalk’) is well known to most, we’re providing a Link Here to all who might be curious and want to join the Proprietors: Mimi, Denise/the Bartender, Nick/the Gatekeeper and our host this year, Chris/la Raconteuse next week.

Prompt word:

FUNCTION

The tall, thin man righted the dumbwaiter and immediately turned and walked out of Room 215…

{WAIT… No, I’M FINE… NEED I PRINT LARGER?}

While the design scale and length of the automaton’s legs were inherently limited to his Four Foot frame, the actual mechanical function of locomotion wasn’t; not so much Road Runner level blurring of feet, but suffice to say the dumbwaiter caught up before his rescuer got to the staircase that lead down to the main floor…

{WHERE ARE WE GOING?}

The Proprietor paused to read the most recent Intertitle card held by his companion, “Are you asking for a one word answer or a full description of the path and the ultimate destination?”

{I’VE BEEN TRAPPED IN MY INVENTOR’S WORKSHOP FOR A HUNDRED YEARS, YOU BE THE JUDGE..}

“Well, these stairs go down one floor and let us out on the hallway which, if we go right, as we will, we will pass the Manager’s Office and a short distance further we’ll come to an area that opens out onto the Bistro; bar running along on our left, to the right the open space full of small round tables and, halfway down the interior brick wall, also to our right, the small stage where our Poetry Slam will happen; oh, in case anyone asks, along the wall opposite the stage, sixty feet or so, a series of curtained alcoves, dig?”

{DUDE, WAY TO INFO DUMP THE PHYSICAL LAYOUT OF THE SIX SENTENCE CAFE & BISTRO!}

*borrowed this fun expression from the incredible FireSign Theatre from way back in the Before Time

Speaking of fun… reserve your internet keyboard for next Thursday Ate-27-twenny-twenny Six!

(the) Six Sentence Café & Bistro. (‘location’ and main floor layout)

August 20, 2026 By clarkscottroger

The Café is an imagined gathering place in an unspecified city in a virtual world, frequented by metaphorical people..

From a somewhat busy thoroughfare in the nearest medium-sized city, look for the side street where the last-remaining cobbler has a shop, (next to a seamstress with a sign in the window ‘Wedding Gowns on Consignment). Continue walking until you come to a lane (sidewalks now reduced to one side of the street only) and the buildings are growing larger, emptier and made of granite and brick instead of glass, steel and indifference. The road you’re on seems to broaden (as much to the empty lots of a once thriving industrial area of the city) and up on the left is a lane where the sidewalks are somehow cleaner, less pink-bubblegum splotched.

The Six Sentence Café & Bistro is in a building, (former textile mile if you must know)… non-descript but clearly well-kept amidst hulks, shells and remnants of the discarded infrastructure of a long-gone industrial engine

There is one entrance (three granite steps down from the street) and once through a small foyer (with a cigarette machine on top of which are free shopper magazines and dog-eared issues of ‘The Watchtower’) a glass and stainless-steel door.

Inside there is a long, polished mahogany bar running along the right-hand wall. Mirrors behind the shelves of liquor reflect out to the Cafe proper. Halfway down the bar, on the back wall is the entrance to the kitchen. At the far end is the service station (and Mimi’s seat).
Beyond the bar is a hallway that turns to the right that leads to the Manager’s office. Beyond that, the hallway becomes gradually darker (not in a good, ‘hey aren’t you warm in that sweater’ way, more in the ‘no turning around won’t help…and running? Lol go ahead… we like it when they run’)

Opposite the bar is the open area of the Bistro. There’s a small stage, halfway up the right-hand wall and if you were to stand on the stage and look out, you’d see any number of round, heavily lacquered wood tables and chairs for the audience. Beyond is the exterior wall, the granite wall that you would see from the street. The columns that support the floors above form alcoves that are curtained off for privacy.
The building is in a failed re-development section of the former industrial zone in a mid-sized city. Granite, brick and cast iron are the predominant building materials.

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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine- “a Six Sentence Café & Bistro Six …cont’d”

August 19, 2026 By clarkscottroger

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

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

Hosted by Denise, constrained by a sentence limit (high and low) of six, there are worse ways to spend the remaining time you have on earth.

Previously, in our tale…

Prompt word:

FUNCTION

The tall, thin man slowed as he approached Room 215; the walk from the ground floor Café & Bistro would have been as quick as from the convenience store to your car except for the soul-battering whorls of darkness that lined the hallways at random intervals.

Lighting a cigarette he walked past doors, some marked with normal alphanumeric numbers, other by sigils of a decidedly foreign character and still others were un-marked which was, somehow, worse; smoking produced a twofold benefit: inhaling deeply, the nicotine dumped dopamine-laden memories of pleasure in times passed and as a bonus, the darkness that inhabited the empty hallways viewed his self-destructive habit with approval.

Now standing at the door to Room 215, the Proprietor recalled the hastily-prepared Seller Disclosure provided when he, Mimi, Denise, Chris and Nick, (the majority of the Proprietors who voted to purchase the abandoned mill building), might have been a bit on the sketchy side in listing material (or immaterial) defects to the property.

Without warning, an earworm, no doubt thrown by one of the dark-streams as a maleficent distraction prior to entering the room; his memory/auditory lobes wrestled like a sophomore coed at her first kegger into connecting the words ‘function’ and junction’ all embedded in a catchy scat-jazz tune.

Hand on the knob, the tall, thin man heard a rhythmic thumping overlayed with a metal on metal tone that sounded just plain sad; stepping into the room, he saw the dumbwaiter on it’s right side on the floor, it’s left hand and arm raising and lowering a card;

{Where Did Everyone Go?}

{Not Again…∩ ! }

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Wednesday -the Wakefield Doctrine-

August 19, 2026 By clarkscottroger

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

the matter of secondary and tertiary aspects, briefly, hopefully succinctly and therefore, for the typical* Wakefield Doctrine Reader, useful

First:

Predominant worldviews, aka personality types:

clarks (the Outsider) the person who relates to the world around them as would one who suspects they are different and, human nature being what it is, becomes wary of letting other know of this deficiency.
scotts (the Predator) the ‘most natural’ of the three; pronounced prey drive, minimal need for introspection, lives to act with an emphasis on motion and aggression
rogers (the Herd Member) the reason we have: culture (don’t judge, it’s a way relative accomplishment), technology because 2 + 2 is four with more certainty even than that which they ascribe to the ideal of the Right Way

Secondary aspects: since one has a predominant worldview, (and only one), that is a manifestation of the individual’s relationship with reality, the ‘other two’ remain, to a varying degree, an influence on a person’s perception of reality. Usually a secondary aspect is noticed in times of duress. If it offers a value that the individual can appreciate, it tends to be cultivated. A secondary or tertiary aspect cannot supplant or replace or otherwise have co-equal effect with the predominant aspect.

know why?

Because! Because this Doctrine system is not an assessment of self-reported inclinations, likes or dislikes. The Wakefield Doctrine is not a schema of observed preferences, tropisms or ‘rather do this than that’ in terms of an individual’s behavior.

The ‘personality type’ in the context of the Doctrine is simply a label identifying the social strategies, systemic behavioral adaptations based on the reality into which an infant finds themselfs at a very early age. In a sense, it is more accurate (but less fun) to say one is a mature, developed native to the reality of Outsiders, Predators and Herd Members. And, as such, act appropriately to the reality they experience on a personal, day-to-day basis.

This is why the likelihood of: “Hey! I got a strong secondary scottian aspect. I’ve seen me in action. I’m gonna practice all day/every day acting on impulse, pursuing prey and living in the here and now!! Then I’ll become a scott. Or, at very least some kind of hybrid.

No. No you won’t.

You will still wake up to a personal reality described (by this Wakefield Doctrine system) as that of: the Outsider/the Predator/the Herd Member.

You (dear Reader) currently have the perfect personality type.

…for the reality in which you grew up and developed and matured.

ya know?

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Tuesday -the Wakefield Doctrine-

August 18, 2026 By clarkscottroger

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

yes, this is was the first in the Wakefield Doctrine fashion line

ok, still in ‘Summer is Over Denial’.

What say we include a personal antidote?

We, your humble Curator, almost went to Woodstock.

(damn! this write-the-white-off-the-page cure for writer’s block thing really does work!)

We’ll still do the RePrint (from way, ago in the first years) but before that, lets throw out a bit of chum into the currently still water of the Sea of Fiction:

The short, innocuous-sounding phrase: ‘I Almost’ can be a lodestone of regret and remorse of unimaginable power in the hands/mind of a clark.’

lets save that bad-boy for later in the day, eh wot?

RePrintageL

Buy No Milk. Stop Max’s Hippy Music Festival

August 16, 2010

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

Given the apparent demographic of the readership of the Wakefield Doctrine, what else would we do a Post on today, other than the anniversary of “three days of filth and harmony” that was the Woodstock Music and Arts Festival? I know I wasn’t there, but given the reports from my contemporaries (at the start of the 1969 school year), the only people that I knew who didn’t attend Woodstock was me and my mother. (And I cannot account for her whereabouts for most of Saturday and a good part of Sunday.)

I’m sure the blogosphere is bursting at it’s digital seams with Posts commemorating this event, seeing how those of us from that era that still have (most) of our faculties are now in possession of the megaphone of the 21st Century, i.e. a blog. Unfortunately for us, the format of this blog does not lend itself to clever word-play relating to our subject. (with the exception of the “filth and harmony” expression, which I will lay claim to, no doubt along with 85% of my contemporaries). But hey let’s try anyway!

….”by the time I got to Woodstock,
I had half my brain still left.”…

Yeah, well maybe I should leave the clever wordplay to someone else, I was there man!

And for the record? The expression “far out” (and) “far out, man” was used as repetitiously as Arlo makes it sound.

Hey out of time (for now).

You know, been thinking about the participation levels around here and I remembered that I recognise that if people are given something for nothing, they tend to place about that value on the thing. So…you want clever Post here?

(….be my guest)

(btw clarks, while not recognised by that name at the time, would have {in fact, did} totally rejected the herd mentality (read: rogerian) as evidenced by the whole peace, love and understanding bullshit.)

So you want more of a Post? Then go ahead and send in the material…(I will paste into a Post-like format)

First up some corraborating information for DownSpring glenn’s Comment:

“In April 1969, newly-minted superstars Creedence Clearwater Revival were the first act to sign a contract for the event, agreeing to play for $10,000. The promoters had experienced difficulty landing big-name groups prior to the Bay Area swamp rockers committing to play. Creedence drummer Doug Clifford later commented “Once Creedence signed, everyone else jumped in line and all the other big acts came on.” Given their 3 a.m. start time and non-inclusion (at Creedence frontman John Fogerty’s insistence) in the Woodstock film, Creedence members have expressed bitterness over their experiences at the famed festival.” (wikipedia 2010)