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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine-

September 28, 2023 By clarkscottroger

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.

Hosted by Denise, governed by the Lord High Sextuplet (aka ‘the God of as many arms as fingers…sorta’)

Prompt word:

MILK

The phrase ‘...the milk of human kindness‘, deployed by one of the earliest bloggers was, in the context of the play, a powerfully ambiguous burn.

As humans, cursed with all the ambitions of the devil yet little of the blindly powerful faith of the angels, our playwright (Will@stratford), reminds us that we are created to doubt: ourselves, our motives, others, (especially their motives), all under the guise of entertainment and diversion.

It has been said that the degree of difficulty distinguishing between the living and the dying is inversely proportional to the relationship binding one to the other; the future of the stranger lying in a hospital bed can be evaluated with a five minute chat with a nurse or physician or with a glance at the cybernetic clergy watching over the patient; because, well, facts are facts.

Taking a measure of the state of vitality of a loved one is an order of magnitude greater in difficulty; such relationships are always, (to one degree or another), interactive because in the creation of the pair, each becomes a part of the other.

How can one be expected to maintain the mature rationality exhibited in our first scenario; that said, a gift from the realm of science, in general, and quantum physics, in particular, is the most-misunderstood concept of quantum entanglement, that, in terms of change and effect, two can become one.

Arguably, the true reason for mankind being cast from a certain Garden lay not in disobedience, but rather defiance; the willingness to sacrifice all to change the fate of a loved one, to bargain without thought of recourse, to invoke and facedown both the Good and the Profane demonstrates not weakness, rather the very human (and oft-flawed) quality of love.

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Tuesday -the Wakefield Doctrine- ‘…of reprints and comments, both reflective and declarative’

September 26, 2023 By clarkscottroger

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

New Readers? Of late, our preferred ‘jump start’ to writing posts with ‘new’ content is the RePrint post. It does one thing quite well. It eliminates the ‘white-space fever’, the phenomenon that accounts for eighty percent of transitional writer’s block.

so, here’s the RePrint. If you and I are so inclined, I’ll meet you on the bottom-side. (Damn! Ask us about the pronounage*)

Il Barbiere di Siviglia

December 19, 2009

(“La ran la le ra la ran la la.”)

Largo al factotum della città.
Presto a bottega, ché l’alba è già.
Ah, che bel vivere, che bel piacere
per un barbiere di qualità!

Ah, bravo Figaro!
Bravo, brayissimo;
fortunatissimo per verità!
Pronto a far tutto,
la notte e il giorno
sempre d’intorno,
in giro sta.

Miglior cuccagna per un barbiere,
vita più nobile, no, non si dà.
Rasori e pettini, lancette e forbici,
al mio comando tutto qui sta.

V’è la risorsa, poi, del mestiere
colla donnetta col cavaliere
Ah, che bel vivere, che bel piacere
per un barbiere di qualità!

Tutti mi chiedono, tutti mi vogliono,
donne, ragazzi, vecchi, fanciulle:
Qua la parrucca. Presto la barba
Qua la sanguigna. Presto il biglietto
Figaro … Figaro
Son qua, son qua.
Figaro… Figaro…
Eccomi qua.
Ahimè, che furia!
Ahimè, che folla!
Una alla volta, per carità!
Figaro su, Figaro giù
Pronto prontissimo son come il fulmine:
sono il factotum della città.
Ah, bravo Figaro!
Bravo, bravissimo;
a te fortuna non mancherà. ‘
(The above is from a Libretto from different source, if any Italian speaking Readers would Comment if above is even close to video lyrics)

I can explain! Really, I can give you a rational basis for todays…Post?

Look, some Posts are well planned and (hopefully) well executed expositions of an idea or a theme, something that says, ‘we have all been thinking about… now that you mention it… since you asked, the answer to your question is…’ A Post that answers questions or provides valuable information.
The previous Post (‘…Pulled out of San Pedro late one night..’) is a perfect example of a rational and reasonable little Post.

Today’s Post….maybe not as much.
But hey, there was the (…when the moon hit your eye like a big pizza pie…) that was a little bit of the, (as rogermight say) ‘spontaneous conception.’ school of Post writing.And there have been other Posts that seem to show up in the morning, screaming like a chicken with it’s head cut off “…write about this…write about this!!” (Apologies to any PETA PALS, my sub-conscious apparently has managed to get an ‘outside line’, as we used to say in the day of rotary dial phones.)

But it is my Post and you are (my) Readers, so the least I can do is come up with some explanation as to why we are watching opera, lyrics in Italian, video with English sub-titles. Surely there is something in the path I followed this morning (to end up here) that will lend even the slightest patina of rationality.

No, no there isn’t.

So screw it. Here is how it all went down.
Minding my own business this morning and decided to listen to the ‘famous Barber of Seville song’. (There has got to be a secret ‘sons of Rossini’ sect out there planning to attack Warner Brothers and steal all the Looney Tune archives. Bugs and Company having single-handedly destroyed most of this (and other reasonably enjoyable) opera by having Bugs or Elmer (in drag no doubt) doing an acceptable (to my 6 year old Saturday morning cartoon watching ears) rendition of this and other Great Music.

Anyway, not really a fan of opera, but this particular morning as I listened to (Figaro’s Aria), I could hear lyrics! Not just ‘figaro, figaro’. Sure, the lyrics have been there all along, but this time I heard them. This Figaro guy, he was telling a damn story!

And whatever, sub-conscious energy switch was thrown, I was stuck.
I mean, it was instant the hell with work! Find out more about the opera, find a video, do whatever has to be done so that I can to do Post all about this fine piece of music.

So, here you have it. Figaro’s Aria with libretto included.

And, yes Figaro was totally a roger.

* well, the truth of the manner in the choice of non-First Order personal pronouns, i.e. ‘I’, ‘Me’… fricken Mine!! found in nearly every Doctrine post has always been 1/3: ‘didn’t think about, why do you ask?’ and 3/4s” ‘Well, did you read the Eureka post… the one in the About Page… the damn Origin story…. well, did you? No, wait, I got this for you… You did not read a thing that was told to you! Not a problem.’

Be that as it may, we need to move this thing along so’s we can sneak in some useful new content.’**

** no, serially, not a problem… who reads About pages anyway. At least reads it before you’ve come to like the theme.

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RePrint Monday -the Wakefield Doctrine-

September 25, 2023 By clarkscottroger

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

heading out the door, the weather is cool (in style not necessarily Fahrenheit) southeast wind.

(Just scanned the post below… think I need to reread it later today. Let us know your thoughts…)

Friday -the Wakefield Doctrine- ‘of clarks and Autumn, weather and the tyranny of the mind’

November 2, 2018

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

My second-favorite type of weather totally has me looking up the live version of Robin Trower doing ‘Bridge of Sighs’. Hold on….. all set!

Where was I?

First the weather: darker than it needs to be for 6:30 in the morning, even in pre-time change November. Windy. (For those not familiar with our location, we’re surrounded by a pine woods. As such, the wind acquires an aural presence that is most impressive. Not only do you hear the blowing, you can hear it roaming. The distant approach through the needle-ladened branches grows louder and closer, then it veers off in another direction). Very cool. And the temperature is 69 degrees with the hint of rain. ‘Wuthering Heights’ weather fer sure.

…in any event. Recently I’ve had occasion to talk to people about the Doctrine, (yeah, lol, really!), and the topic has been centered on the question, ‘Well, it sounds all sorts of interesting, but has it done you any good?”

The answer is ‘Yes* and Yes!’

Damn! Running out of time!

Hey! You’re all Readers (‘Readers’ motto: ‘I’m here of my own free will, I get this Doctrine thing. Sorta. No, mostly. Whatta got for us today?’) So I’ll skip right to the answer*.

The Wakefield Doctrine has served as an aide in my attempts to identify with others. With other clarks and, here’s an interesting-discover-something-as-one-writes, with scotts and rogers. Identifying with clarks will tempt some to say, ‘well, duh!’ The thing is, through identification, I’m in a position to share the experiences as well as the knowledge (of others).

So, with clarks, that I know and/or encounter out in the world, I root for their success and I will cringe as they proceed down a path that I may have already travelled to find disappointment or set-back. In this, the magic of identification reveals itself. I feel for the clark who is about to double-down on hope for a future that is based on a false premise; I smile in a shared-joy when I see a clark avoid a no-win encounter with a roger (or a scott). But mostly, and this is something I’ve learned is a benefit for rogers and scotts as well, I learn about myself. And that changes me.

When I see a clark descend into the dark, as all clarks (and I’m learning, some rogers and scotts) must, I feel hope for their return. And that….that! is where the benefit of the Doctrine stands out. I see a clark come up out of the dark. Not only do I know how they feel, I know that they survived. (And the true power of this ‘dark place’ is that it is the dominion of unchallengeable negativity. When caught in its embrace, there is only one voice and it brooks no resistance.)

Knowing that other clarks (and rogers and scotts) have been through this experience and come out the other side does not mean I can defeat the argument of complete nihilism. It does not. What it does do is make the power of the dark less…. all-powerful, all-encompassing. In a word, a perspective of hope.

* this single asterisk stands in for both references: the qualification to my first ‘Yes’ and the inclusion of background information for the benefit of any New Readers.

The Wakefield Doctrine is a perspective on the world, life and the people who populate it (both known, unknown, real and/or imagined). The premise of this ‘theory of personality’ is that we, all of us, are born with the potential to experience the world as having one of three distinct characters: the reality of the Outsider(clarks), the world of the Predator(scotts) and the life of the Herd Member(rogers). At a very early age, for reasons not yet understood, we settle into one of these three, where we grow and develop strategies and styles of interacting, aka personality.

The Wakefield Doctrine looks at personality types as the reflection of the world being experienced by the individual. Not a series of answers on a multiple choice test.

I have fairly poor posture, a tendency to mumble when speaking, a taste for the fringe and a ravenous, near-insatiable curiosity because those are representative of my best efforts to contend with, survive and thrive in the personal reality of the Outsider. A scott exhibits different behavior (yeah, that was for comedic effect…lol) but the fact is, the style of interaction that identifies a scott or a roger tells you about the world they are relating themselves to.

(btw, important: we have one and only one predominant worldview. we never lose the potential to experience the world as do ‘the other two’. This explains why at certain times (usually times of duress) we might exhibit behavior and interests not typical of type.)

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TT0T -the Wakefield Doctrine-

September 23, 2023 By clarkscottroger

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

This is the Wakefield Doctrines’ contribution to the Ten Things of Thankful (TToT) bloghop. Weekly posts published continuously since 1834 ( q.v. Grat(s) #5 and 6) This is an actual, genuine, beneficial exercise for anyone concerned with maintaining as healthy a perspective on the world around (us) and the people who make it up.

For this week, positive touch-points ( which are able to not only neutralize negative energies, but stimulate the gathering of positive energy in the course of a day) are as follows:

1) Una

2) Phyllis

3) the Wakefield Doctrine

4) new waterbed sleep-able now (after five days to raise the temp sufficiently) photo at top of post

5) the internet/virtual world in general specifically, this week, cited in Grat 6 (come on! how cool is it to find information of such variety and abundance any time of day!)

6) the Night the Stars Fell (who reading this is not thinking, ‘Man! What an excellent title for a story/novel or name of a blog!’) see article and cool site here.

7) Hypo-grat: seems that all the votes are in and the chances of Summer not being over are way diminishing. Not our favorite time of year by a long sight.

8) Mimi (as role model i.e. the most powerful sales technique ever developed. walk that walk, yo)

9) something, something

10) Secret Rule 1.3

music vids

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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine-

September 21, 2023 By clarkscottroger

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.

Hosted by Denise, governed by the Lord High Sextuplet (aka ‘the God of as many arms as fingers…sorta’)

Prompt word:

PITCH

“You got a story to pitch?”

Looking around the room, the man thought, not for the first time, that maybe there were alternative ways to fill the empty hours since the passing of his wife other than trying to get his flash-fiction stories published.

After a week of emailed directions, texted passwords and participation in an online seminar titled: ‘The Six Sentence Story and You!’, he stood facing a bearded man glaring up at him, eyes echoing ancient myths about one god deciding to give a gift to Mankind, even as another decided it wasn’t, after all, a good idea; his question, parted the cloud of cigar smoke sufficiently to reveal his uniform, all scarlet lettering, soggy wool and the embroidered words: ‘Yeoman Warden Ravenmaster’.

One wall of the small room was decorated with 1990s movie posters, the other, a cork-board with a solitary yellow pushpin securing a sheet of paper labeled: ‘Prompt Words’; there was a desk in search of status: blue-bound copy of Roget’s arm-wrestling with a dog-eared CMS, bracketed by bookends of Rodin’s ‘The Muse’; between the door and a single 1950’s chome-and-red-vinyl kitchen chair, stood a free-standing ashtray, the kind with an amber-glass receptacle perpetually overflowing with scarlet-smudged cigarette butts, grey-ash worms and at least two intricately folded silver gum wrappers.

“Well, it’s about a guy’s first night at the helm of a fishing trawler with a storm chasing the boat back to port and besides being two o’clock in the morning, the wooden Eastern rig is pitching and yawing when suddenly…”

“Fine, thanks for coming by, she‘ll let you know…” the man looked up from his iPad and seemed to reconsider his brusque dismissal, added, “If it helps, and, mind you, you didn’t hear it from me, the saying around here about flash fiction is: ‘If you can’t write better, you can always go meta“; opening the door, the bearded man leaned into the half-dark hallway and shouted, “Hubney! You’re up!”