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Monday, October 23, 2017

wisdom to the future

wisdom to the future

fiction
edward w pritchard


Sleep softly good pilgrim
strain to remember where everyone is gone.
True, bears or baboons no longer attack the camp on mass
but one early am you awaken utterly alone,
not a sound,
all are vanished into insignificant befores.
Where is the campfire that warmed the clan
where is the nourishment that settled the group.
Once, once one two- three flaming meteors flash lighted the predawn sky
and generations followed you to find the sound and fragments.
Now the bears are extinct and the children are grown.
You preparing to vanish into inchoate skies.

Saturday, October 21, 2017

le chanson de la guerre

le chanson de la guerre

fiction
edward w pritchard

As they are clever and have a saying for everything, that is every conceivable situation I am sure that  the Frenchmen Rochefoucauld or Voltaire must have coined the terms le chanson de la guerre hundreds of years ago to designate a time when the sitting government and the armaments industries
collude to manufacture a war with imaginary evil enemies oceans away. Le Chanson de la guerre implying  with a wink a fake tune patriotically sung to rally hatred toward another culture.

Such seems to be the case now with our leaders as they bad mouth the North Koreans and Iranians
in the song of the times "tweets" designed in the end  to promote growth in the armament industries and hence the stock markets and general prosperity.

Those of you who still do- 'please pray for wisdom for our Country's leaders:

Here's what I wrote before on the subject-EWP


Syrian War August 2012, The death of chief Big Foot; Symbolic victim of America's rise to world power/ draft 2

fiction
edward w pritchard

As reported elsewhere of this blog American soldiers of the seventh cavalry carried Chief Big Foot  from his sickbed onto the field and shot him when he was suffering with pneumonia at the Battle of Wounded Knee in 1890.

Pneumonia is debilitating. Burning deep in the chest and lungs the victim is helplessly weak. Unable to much move. The will collapses in an attempt to buy the system time for miraculous recovery. Meanwhile the body retreats into itself racked with pain and fearing death. A slow demise destroys.

First to the hunt as a boy, honored in battle as a brave and revered as a Chief far and wide Chief Big Foot overcame his environment seeing himself as capable of miraculous accomplishments. Known as an excellent diplomat and negotiator Big foot realistically faced the Native Americans pre-ordained lost causes against the advancing American civilization and urged a defensive strategy based on the sorry facts.

By shooting Chief Big Foot, soldiers merely ended his life a few days or weeks early. A day earlier, unable to walk Big Foot as the White's called him, or Spotted Elk, his Indian name, was dragged by dogs on an Indian travois to the soldiers hospital to surrender. Sadly days later he lay dead, on the battle field,  grotesquely frozen. Someone  took his picture and history preserved his last picture; un-regal in death.

Mourn Chief Big Foot, a victim of America's Manifest Destiny; it was no way for a warrior to die.
Chief Big Foot we apologize sincerely for what we did to you. May your spirit guide our leaders meeting in Turkey today, 08/12/2012, as they discuss the situation in Syria. Before we unleash horrific bombs against Iran's under ground nuclear facilities causing unforeseen environmental damages or get drawn into a spreading Middle Eastern war far from home because of the randomness of causality that leads to unforseen major wars; please Big Foot send wisdom to our diplomats and silence the voices of aggression still very prevalent in our society.

Sunday, October 1, 2017

subversive sentiments

subversive sentiments

fiction
edward w pritchard

Because of my subversive sentiments I achieved the dubious honor of living in one of the twenty seven randomly selected homes in America each year invaded for clean shot occurrence procedure 4b described below.

" Homeland Security
clear shot occurrence 4b

from time to time randomly any domicile may be entered with due cause by assault officers for clean shot occurrence. Such entering will not be considered unlawful quartering of troops and will not last for elapsed time of over twenty minutes. Any property damage occurring during temporary invasion will be reimbursed by the State government of the appropriate district.

The three very polite swat officers who knocked did not break anything nor did they daddle in there work. The children were scared but the event was really over very quickly. The weapons involved in the clean shot occurrence procedure were quite intimidating.

self seeking infighting

self seeking infighting

fiction
edward w pritchard


Our leaders' self seeking infighting has become absurd to observe. So virtuous, so self righteous. Over and over so self satisfied they go on about their way picking the public's purse and pockets until they are showered with filthy lucre bribes to resign and move on so another generation of miscreants can take their place in the political arena behind a facade of ancient obsolete laws and traditions.

Drowning in a sea of personal debt from conspicuous consumption the young are strangely silent to the whole mess. Mesmerized in their latest hand held electronic devices they text and whisper to save a few bit coins on the latest generation of pizza pies and flavored coffees.

Each time a savior on a white horses arrives its the same old letdown from the left or right. Patriotism and propaganda. Lies and damn lies. Rich man, brilliant woman, all succumb to the lure of personal fame, glory and the book deal that will follow a short career in politics.

Fatigue and disillusionment all over again. I have lost my faith in our benevolent leaders.

Put me on a train traveling from great museum to great museum to see the paintings. Like an ancient Chinese scholar I sit and watch for the rebound.

Friday, September 29, 2017

It was gone before it started

It was gone before it started

fiction
edward w pritchard


Back 1967 the summer of love came and went and 1969 "what you gonna do about me me" [1] was covered a half dozen times before we here understood that a change was gonna come but by then it was gone before it started.

Fifty years forward to now it's the same refrain. Them and us but now we know it's all we; we put them all in the penitentiaries, and we aggravated all the wars, and we just put everyone on [2].

The Appalachian Mountain chain at 300 million years old stand a little lower than the Himalayan Mountains which are younger at a mere forty million years old. So to we now in our old age.

 Slumping along we realize we missed something as our leaders continue to " not tell us the whole story" [3] over and over again.

But oh to be young again and sit next to an apparition with a flower in her hair and listen for the revolution to arrive.

[1, 2 and 3] Quick Silver Messenger Service " what you gonna do about me" covered by Richie Havens

Thursday, September 28, 2017

Mundane miracle

Mundane miracle

fiction
edward  w pritchard


Childbirth is the mundane miracle. A woman's crowning achievement.

A woman with other children about to enter the final stages of labor is pre-blessed prior to the sacred event by a long tight squeezing embrace about her neck by her pensive child who senses the upcoming miracle and ordeal for the Mother.

Alone in a crowd a woman entering labor for the second time rushes into the future.

Monday, September 18, 2017

don't follow your thoughts, just observe them

don't follow your thoughts just observe them

fiction
edward w pritchard

When I was three or four years old my primary dictate from my Mother was " just be normal", over and over she told me that which was quite confusing really. Later I came to find out she had some mental issues from an unusual childhood and having a baby die after birth. To cope I became quite straight, not laughing much and over controlling and containing my emotions. My personality was lost in the darkness.

Still something inside myself, to compensate perhaps, was driving me to become more impulsive as I matured as a young adult. Sex, gambling which is the lust for Money and power, and a desire for Faustian intellectual awakening produced powerful urges within. It's all quite normal I hear.

In time, but still not always successfully, I regulated those compulsions. My duty lay elsewhere.

Don't follow your thoughts just observe them. Self discipline day to day will develop.

Now I take beta blockers hidden in my heart medicine. It's much easier now. It's hard sometimes to just be one of the troops, not specially awakened to new thoughts and ideas but it is oh so much easier day by day.

Saint Augustine and Rousseau both wrote their confessions and these are part of mine.

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