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Tewsosaurus Rex -the Wakefield Doctrine- “we are the metaphor we fear”

November 12, 2024 By clarkscottroger

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

here. a RePrint jump-start this bad-boy

Full Disclosure (and Dispensation) and Act of Faith (in the Wakefield Doctrine): Came across the below as the oldest post returning on a search of keyword; Tuesday.

We immediately remembered the post. But a number of reactions/responses on our part ensued:

though, ‘hmmm that one’
enlarged the font display
found ourselfs skimming (after all we wrote it, so…)
caught ourselves skimming, looking around, felt embarrassed
laughed with an unfamiliar sense of responsibility… to the Reader? ourselves?
read most of it word-for-word
finally, the challenge: to RePrint or not RePrint?
(New Readers? the advent of this blog is countlessly recounted in these pages. But the over-riding theme, (of the root inspiration), is serendipity. Not only was the decision to create a blog for the Wakefield Doctrine a gift, but with this gift (the whole-cloth of the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers), we were given something of a attitude decidedly non-clarklike i.e. freedom from the fear of scrutiny. For matters relating to this here personality theory here, at any rate. We wrote because it was our job to write and explain and illustrate and allow as many people as possible to come to know and benefit from this alternate perspective on the world around us and the people who make it us. (Can we get a damn!)
final challenge for us this morning: To (re)Publish or to not (re)Publish. It came down to asking ourselfs: Either we are the Curator (of this place) or we are not. If the former, then there is no question…’cause, ‘hey, this is what a Curator is supposed to do, right?’ If the latter? ayiiee! To claim creator-status that’s got Monkey’s Paw tattooed all over it! No thank you!
so here ya go, binyons.

oh, man…what is it now?

December 27, 2009

Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine.

Sorry to dissappoint, but the Interview with the roger(Progenitor) is not complete and as such is nowhere near ready to Post. Sunday is a time when I try to get something/anything new in but was drawing a major blank until the name James Joyce flashed against my 3am brain and so we are going to walk to amateur experimental-writing land this morning. And by the way there is something weird about trying to write like this and yes I will tell you something you do not in fact know but the loss or surrender of most punctuation is really hard on the typing. Thank god for the occaisional period although I don’t know how many of them I have left but for some reason doing this Post the way I am I am mis-spelling alomst every third word I promise that I will spellcheck this thing and not put you throught that ordeal or misspelling everything in the name of an art for which I have no techniques be warned though I did look up EE Cummings before I started and at the first opportunity I know I will jam a reference to his stuff. My mother used to have an expression that went a little knowledge is a dangerous thing I think this is an example of what she meant although she died in 1979 and could not have imagined this particular form of acting without regard to justification. Although she (my mother) was a clark of the first order so I would bet that she would have no problem accepting the strangeness of this Post. We clarks are good at that we will witness the second coming and not show a reaction. But she was a clark in all the classic forms of expression you must allow for the time/culture she existed in which for my purposes and perception would be the 1950s through the 1970s. But as a clark she was the perfect selfless-to-a-fault mother and just in case there was any doubt about here type (clark, scott or roger) she has a 3rd grade school teacher. Hey no clark there. Anyway not sure how i got off on that tangent. Damd did i just lose capital letters? Oh well what can you do. so i was saying i brushed up on ee cumming because we all had the wednesday in spring 5th grade english class that started on the poetry and who did not like the phrase and the world was puddle wonderful? but the fun for me was that he did not need to use punctuation or even particularly spell things right and he certainly felt free to make up his own words. i never got much into that poetry thing then but like so much i am only now coming to appreciate things that i thought at a previous time i just did not have the time for. and maybe that is part of what this post is saying to me. while it is not uncommon to put things off, i am coming to an understand only now of how there is not a later for things to get done and as i look back i realise how much time i wasted. this is not a negative thought rather for me this realization produces in me the acceptance and will that whatever i might find of interest today i should and must invest all i have to invest in it now, not later. yeah, yeah i know kind of basic, mature adult looking at life shit. bear with me am filling up the page and can get out hopefully without a topic but no, i stayed too long. so i was talking with downspring glenn, who of course is a scott you saw his interview last week and we got on the subject of post writing and what to do when there is no topic. he is just a scott and as such is strongest in the here and now where all those people live but afterall all of us participating in this Doctrine thing are no more a pure form of our type than we are neither so as an evolved scott glenn is able and quite helpful in working on the development of the Doctrine at least as far as this current effort to bring it to the world. did I get off on a tangent? how the fuck could you tell? this stuff is probably harder to write than it is to read at least you can stop at any point an say yeah that was cute that was creative so when is there a point going to be made and maybe i will just check back in on tuesday or so. and btw i have no idea of what the appropriate music is going to be with this odd little post but if the cat smiles it will be what it needs to be. where was i oh yeah, glenn and the discussion of topics for posts. he said hey why don’t you write about the differences between… and then a number of suggestions most sports as a vehicle for comparing clarks, scotts and rogers. i think he suggested baseball, football and golf i said sure that sounds like a good idea and then he moved on to compare the three stooges which he realized we had already done in person i think talking with downspring joanne who i want to thank for her efforts at working on the questionaire which no else is helpin on. damn i wish i still had itlaics. anyway glenns last suggestion was pick a person in the world that you really hate and tell them how much you hate them and why you hate them. good idea. i hate glenn very much much and it is because he is so scottian at times that i don’t understand…ha ha got you going for a second huh? glenn it is strange how presentation changes everything. words are the point but how important is how they are arranged/laid out/presented/fuckin typed? apparently it makes all the difference in the world. so to complete this minor cycle in the overall arch of the post and my spelling is really going downhill, i hoep that this thing does not decide that spelloing does not matter as grammar and everything else seems to not matter. will do my best to hold on to the last shred of coherency almost done. anyway since we always include some new information about the wakefield doctrine in every post. hey do they still do the prizes in boxes of cereal? i still remember the whole digging to the bottom of the box of frosted flakes looking for the prize that was invariably contained in some kind of white paper envelope that was sealed around the edges in a most peculiar way. the lesson? oh yeah hazel used to use that expression the oh yeah thing jeez what a not to be described yet total energy black hole that hole my hazel relationship thing was. even allowing for the first relationship effect which is cheating here because if you bring up a significant life event i don’t think you should try to control it by laying a in-retrospect i certainly understand what i …blah blah blah but it was the focal point of my existance while it was happening and for too many years after it was over. wtf where the hell am i? where are my caps, my parentheses, jeez louise it is a lot easier to get lost in this rather tedious technique than it is to get out. must find paragraph key…i now it is here somewhere none of the keys have letters anymore shit try something hit any k)y ok {? maye hit1234 nah numbers \Ah! I’m out! Thank you jesus! I am out of that, that, a lot funnier to read than to write, thing. Whew, man I thought that would never end.
Hey, plenty of white space filled in…maybe I can just tie up a few loose thoughts, find some music and put this bad boy in the category: ‘Keep one as Proptype, cancel production run”Damn, what little typing skills I had, seem a bit messed up by this little experiment. Alright loose end tying time, (in no particular order):there was a person by the name of hazel; my mother was, in fact, a 3rd grade teacher (quite a good one, but she was a clark); hey I gots italics!; golf is a clarklike sport; football is scottian and baseball is the rogerian sport.Alright. Now for some music….(man! I just ‘previewed’ this Post, jesus christ what a mess! am thinking of putting music first, be weird but that really, totally is a meaningless term at least for today.) Nah…better put it down here, someplace for the Reader to run to:

So…

Will not leave without a Goodnight to our friends in Slovenia…hey guys…

Holy Shit!

Someone tell me, (and we are notoriously averse to dealing in anything relating to the ‘real’ world and will continue as such) that you do not hear something…odd in this song rendition. (ok one hint: enunciation) Damn! Our memory’s been lying to us. again!

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Monday (rainy Monday) -the Wakefield Doctrine-

November 11, 2024 By clarkscottroger

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

So, this curious psycho-artifact, this mechanism birthed by an archaic mind, what of it?

If we were to fashion a ‘mission statement’ (as we have over the past multi-years), it would he this(ish):

The Wakefield Doctrine is a tool to help us better appreciate the world as the other person is experiencing it. And, in so doing, (as well as perforce, subject to and, everyone’s favorite, sine qua non), we will come to better know ourselves.

If a person is speaking a foreign language and you want to interact with them, you can either insist, (to yourself, them or whatever construct-of-your-soul that is charged with making sense of reality), that they are simply mispronouncing pretty much every word of your language and proceed on that estimatory basis or you can read up on their country of origin, buy, prepare and consume as much of their ethnic cuisine as possible and, finally, learn as much as possible about that country’s culture, history and people. After which, while you may never pass for a native, whenever you need to find a bathroom in a hurry, you are not overly at risk of being arrested and put on public trial for heresy and/or espionage.

So, if’n you are so inclined, read as many posts as you need to get a sense of the world of the reality of the Outsider (clarks), the world of the Predator (scotts) or the life of the Herd Members (rogers). It’s fun and it’s beneficial.

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Fraedae -the Wakefield Doctrine- “…what you see is what can be.”

November 10, 2024 By clarkscottroger

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

This is the Doctrine’s contribution to ‘the Unicorn Challenge‘

A photo-prompt bloghop hosted by jenne and ceayr, it has the simplest of rules: keep it at (or under) 250 words.

“Careful.” [concern, barbs of fear smoothed by determined practice, the woman’s voice spoke of a future too-well defined]
The man stepped down one step. The ball of his bare left foot found solidity on the wood timber. His heel, failing to find a stable surface to match, protested even as the ankle joint ratcheted like a neglected clockwork.

His compressed lips, a semaphore of mixed emotions, his only reaction, the man resisted the urge to grasp the offered forearm.

“Mom used to talk about how, as a boy, you spent your summers here.” [concern, sparkled by a temptation to see the man out of time]
“Why did you bring me here?” [concern, sufficiently applied, re-configured the aim of the simplest of questions]
Gravity, it is said, is the necessary challenger to the infant, yet becomes a thoroughly un-reliable companion to those on the other end of the suggestively-misnamed, Circle of Life.

His steps gained confidence, quickened. A sound, hidden beyond the last low-rise of grass-embroidered sand, called to him.

“Careful!” [concern, when no longer defined by one’s fears turns on its host, refusing once automatic compliance.]
Now running in the controlled-stumble of one who seeks without regard to consequences, the once-young man saw the ocean waves. Their promise of the joy of physicality came with a price to be paid on an undefined installment plan.

“Whee!” [the ultimate mashup of joy and sharing favored by the young not bound by the need for permission.]

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TToT -the Wakefield Doctrine-

November 8, 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. A remarkable continuation of the ‘Kill’em with Kindness’ approach to the Slings ‘n Arrows Constituency, Jack’s (C.S. Lewis to his dog) long-lost, putatively-illegitimate grand-niece, Lizzi R, has a demonstrably beneficial effect on the virtual world, even to this day.

This week, among the people, places and things we’re grateful for are the following:

1) Phyllis

2) Una

3) the Wakefield Doctrine

4) Landscaping Update: The decision has been made to continue with the ‘Let Nature take Her course’ approach with the front and side Meadows. Slightly tempted to mow it all before the full-on Winter arrives. But no, we’re gonna stay, ‘stepped back’ and see what grows, totally unimpeded by the Efforts of Man (and Phyllis and Mia)

5) moderate weather (for the season)… as the the old, crocheted-homily reminds us, ‘There’s a bright side to every climatological tipping point!”

6) the Six Sentence Story bloghop Six Pix of the Week: ‘The Black & The Gold‘ by Spira (aka the Gatekeeper (a Proprietor @ the Six Sentence Cafe & Bistro^{See Grat #9 below})

7) the Unicorn Challenge bloghop ‘Corn Pick of the Week: ‘the Unicorn Challenge 08/11/24‘ by Pensitivity

8) something, something

9) the Six Sentence Café & Bistro (that blue? a link to our under-utilized free WP blog created for the purpose of enhancing the immanent reality of what amounts to a cooperative, socio-virtual metaphor. A place where those with the desire and good intent can go (and/or reference independently), in the virtual world/online that has: a consistent form, a varied constituency and unlimited potential (for story-telling, speculation, reflection and all the other fun aspects of ‘fiction’). Stop by sometime. (“We’re looking at you, Frank) lol (no, not a gotcha, just a friendly invite to a currently ongoing serial adventure involving the tall, thin man, Mimi, Tom, Nick, Chris, Denise and a new ‘character’ Rosetta Storme.

10) Secret Rule 1.3

music

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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine- [an Ian Devereaux Six]

November 7, 2024 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 defined by it’s numerical eponymous title.

…previously in this Six Sentence Serial

[ed. Hey! if you haven’t read Nick‘s first Six, hold off on listening to my audio accompaniment; his totally enhances his story. Ours? Well, we broke a casual Rule about not reading other Sixes until we publish our own and kinda got the power chords stuck in our heads. Not to say it doesn’t work here, but just a whole different tone. ya know?]

Prompt word:

WEDGE

“What’cha got in the bag, pal,” the voice from the alley confirmed how ill-advised my decision to walk the three city-blocks from the Bottom of the Sea to my office for some take-out dinner and overdue paperwork was.

I came this close to taking the civilized path, the wedge-shaped intersection that created two realities: one in which I surrendered the doggy bag Diane Tierney put, still warm on the bottom, in my hands not seventeen minutes before, and the other, playing my role in the ultimate screenplay an absent-minded Creator threw into the first Man’s go-bag as He evicted him from the Garden.

“Here,” extending my right hand to the middle third of the not-high-enough junkies blocking my path;

“It’s not worth fighting over,” the tone of dismissal dashed any hope of not stepping into chaos; the leader-by-default grabbed my wrist providing me momentary stability, so I leaned back on my trailing leg and swept his legs, the filthy concrete sidewalk broke both his fall and his nose.

The second mugger scrambled to get out of reach as I turned in his direction, the shock of adrenalin flooding his previously-sedated nervous system panic-froze him in place; the third, seemingly more experienced mugger, was reaching into his Army surplus jack for what I assumed was a weapon, so, after setting my dinner-to-be on a clean section of sidewalk, I grabbed the hair on either side of his face and, shaking his head like a disobedient dog, yanked him to a fire hydrant.

For god knows what reason, a scene from Godfather III flashed through my mind,

“Hey, Mugger number 2, watch this,” I then did my best, short-order cook cracking an egg, on the cast iron fire hydrant; the first mugger groaned in the dark, the second one threw-up and the third, well, he just kind of broke.

I picked up the take-out bag that Diane, one of my favorite people, had given me and continued my walk in the dark city night.