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Monday -the Wakefield Doctrine-

March 31, 2025 By clarkscottroger

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

You know, in a sense, posting RePrints is kinda like using AI (Chat GPT or Skynet RUR) to avoid the pain and heart-break of word-wrasseling.

All we really need this early, Monday morning is a… jumpstart. Once the (creative) engine is fired-up, the battery will re-charge and we are all about the Entrance Ramp to Highway to…

ok…before we spin the wheel on the RePrint Machine…

so this weekend we were in a conversation revolving around (a) roger’s well-established difficulty with directions. We mean, of course, the geographical application, not the once-unfolded-never-same sheet (or sheets) of paper that is usually found at the far-end bottom of the box of: your Aurora model car kit, refrigerator door replacement gasket kit or your new window air conditioner.

No, we were discussing “How to get from Point A to Point B in the physical reality.

As to the former, rogers have the successful assembly of parts into a functioning thing, equivalent of ‘natural pitch’. They not only do not consider ‘Complete Written Instructions’ as ‘suggestions’ they view them as scripture of the most fundamental value.

The latter, welll We’re not so much a famous art person, but when it comes to travel directions rogers are more (we were going to get all Art 101 and cite Marcel Duchamp’s ‘Nu descendant un escalier n° 2′ (transl. ‘Your girl friend the morning you forgot to tell her I was crashing on the couch‘).

In any event, we got into a discussion of how a roger might acquire the natural sense of direction exhibited in clarks. Which lead to a consideration of the Doctrine’s approach to self-improvement. Which, in simple, not-particularly-original terms, maintains that while we all have one (and only one) predominant worldview, we all retain the potential to relate ourselfs to the world around us as do ‘the other two’,

Seeing how we’re running short on time lets go with: Sure, you’re a roger. You have a secondary or tertiary clarklike aspect. There is nothing new for you to learn. All you have to do is accept your inner clark* and with it the natural ability to visiualize maps and globes and directions and such. Then you can keep track of yourself on the earth and know whether to turn left or turn your other left.

*New Readers: who just laughed, ‘Like there’s any other kind?’ Congratulations! You get to skip a grade.

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TToT -the Wakefield Doctrine-

March 30, 2025 By clarkscottroger

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

What follows is the Doctrine’s contribution to the Ten Things of Thankful (TToT) bloghop. Conceived by need, practiced faithfully for the first seventy-three years of both its and her existence, it is highly appropriate to open this post with an acknowledgement of our debt of grat to L.R.

The people, places and things for which we are/have been/pretty-sure-we-were grateful to/in/for this week passed:

1) Phyllis

2) Una

3) the Wakefield Doctrine

4) the Six Sentence Story bloghop ‘Gentle‘. Liz H

5) the Unicorn Challenge bloghop. ‘Different‘. Sally

6)… the support of our co-hostinae for our somewhat creative approach to labeling link codes. (Example: for the current TToT event: ‘Mariachi 27 to Minus 31’ There was a time, at least to our reading when it seemed writers celebrated the un-checked enthusiasm inherent in the SOC (Stream of Consciousness) approach to writing. There is a not-entirely quiet voice in our head that, at times, whispers, “Dude! That’s your consciousness! We thought we had an understanding about privacy of imagination. shhhh” lol

7) speaking of writing, pulled out the trunk and dusted off the last edition of ‘Almira’. Might take a run at it again. (Now that the weather’s getting better… “Edit?!! It’s 65 degrees and the scary insects are still asleep. Get out there!”

8) Hey! If you encounter any new bloggers in your travels, tell them about the Open Enrollment coming up in April. Starting with the Six Sentence Café & Bistro’s Open House on April 3th

9) something, something

10) the Book of Secret Rules (aka the Secret Book of Rules) and SR 1.3

music

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Friday -the Wakefield Doctrine- ‘the gods look down in anger…’

March 28, 2025 By clarkscottroger

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

This is the Doctrine’s contribution to the Unicorn Challenge bloghop.

A word-count constrained imagination contest* hosted by jenne and ceayr, the prompt is an image and the only limit is ‘tell your story in under 250 words’.

The evening’s whispers, like mountain streams, manifested their true power in the endless variety of sound as they tumbled towards the sea. Never a single voice. Rarely even similar timbre or tone. Yet mountains fell and oceans filled.

“Fuck ’em,” a smile like a shadow growing on a series of X-ray prints found voice, “If that was in Latin, they’d listen.”

As is the nature of even the most high-borne soliloquies or alcohol-engendered bravado, the words were cast to an empty house, footlights of a hand-crafted stage obscuring all but the highest-proof perspective.

Lifting the broken glass, the man, his girth an ironic filigree to the delicate touch of tobacco-stained fingers, held it up to the light in search of shards that might disturb even his thirst.

“My kingdom for a whore!”

Chin thrust, shoulders hunched, the drunk dared the empty barroom to duel.

The barman held open the door, Charon waiting to complete the journey begun in the light of a challenging day at work. The pride he proclaimed in ‘showing those management morons’ now resignation to the 3:00 am kingdom of empty streets and hopeless dark.

Hearing the door close behind him, the man pressed the broken glass, scepter of a kingdom found and lost in eight hours, to a bloody grip oer his noble profile and stumbled into the endless pre-dawn night.

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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine- [a Café Six]

March 27, 2025 By clarkscottroger

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

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

Hosted by Denise, subject to the Rule of Six.

Previously, in our story

Prompt Word:

CARD

“The first guests of our April Fool’s Day³ will be arriving before we know it, time to get to work setting up,” the tall, thin man, after rolling up his impeccably-tailored sleeves, put down the rack of glasses and held his suit coat out, over the bar, “Do you mind putting this on a chair somewhere?”

Perfectly shaped eyebrows shifted like hungry wolves looking for the prey’s weakness as Rosetta Storme stared in disbelief; finally her shoulders relaxed slightly, but sufficiently, to bring her upper body from attention to at ease.

Like olden day card sharps looking for the single weakness in their opponent, the young woman and the refined gentleman began an exchange:

“No problem, what the hell, I’ll go put it in your office,” and took one step in the direction of the hallway…

“Stop, under no circumstances are you to ever go down the hallway without being accompanied by a Proprietor…”

“Jeez… just trying to, like, get in the spirit, but if you people are so uptight, maybe I should just leave…”

“Not at all, it’s for your… I promised Lou that you would be safe working here,”

“Hey, old dude, I ain’t no kid, I can take care of myself and am way capable of handling drunks both male and female…”

“You misunderstand me, this is not about the customers, hell, it’s not even about the Manager’s office,… it’s about the hallway…”

“Are you busting my balls or what?”

Sighing, the Proprietor continued, “You’ve worked here, what, a total of five days, and among other attributes, you are very observant…”

“Sure but whats that got to do with…”

“Don’t interrupt, just tell me if you’ve seen a single thing about this place, lights, plumbing fixtures, furniture that seems to be broken or in need of repair…wait, don’t answer… the hallway at the end of the bar, tell me, what you see?”

“The lights are fucked up, a bulb or two that’re ready to burn out, … a little dark for a emergency exit route…it’s been badly lit since I got to this zoo, so the hell what…”

“Do you think Mimi, a Proprietor and one of the, to use an expression from before your time. the most-together people in this… zoo, as you so charitably put it, sits there at the last seat, right next to the service station because it’s the best seat in the house?

“She’s there so you or some other kid, being all young and oh-so-sure of yourself does not come to harm.”

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

March 26, 2025 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, there is one rule: Six (no more, no less) Sentenceses to the story.

Previously, in our serial story…

Prompt word:

CARD

Being careful not to change my posture or breathing rhythm too drastically, I raised my eyelids just enough to take in the sight of Diane Tierney behind the wheel of the car that hopefully would deliver me back to the Land of the Rational; almost immediately, my attention was highjacked by a wide, granite rectangle approaching on the right side of the road, it’s face, carved lettering: ‘Hobbomock High School’.

Memory is a funny thing.

Were it simply a collection of facts and information, it would be both manageable and efficient, unfortunately it is anything but; memory/memories are less an old-fashioned library’s card catalog and more like a Busch Gardens zoo with an aggressively incompetent staff consisting of manic-depressive animal trainers, hebephrenic tour guides and exhibitions that, at random intervals, lowered the fences separating wild animals from feral humans.

This is especially true of memories created in the years separating childhood from adulthood, the scorched-earth, psycho-social battleground known as adolescence.

“You’re coming down, that’s good,” Diane’s voice was a synthesis of concern, curiosity and genuine affection; overcoming my obsessive desire for privacy, I decided to not be selfish and responded,

“That’s the hellhole where I endured four years of socialized torture, aka my old high school.”

She laughed, “Well I, for one, am glad you survived.”