shelley fabares that's a strange hair do

shelley fabares that's a strange hair do

fiction
edward w pritchard

Shelley Fabares that's a strange hair do, pink, yellow, red, all at once. I liked it better the old way. Like before. When you were singing on TV and the radio.

I know you don't know me but I remember you. Why did you have to change your hair Shelley?

quest far quest forward

quest far quest forward

fiction
edward w pritchard

Quest far, quest forward; pilgrim find yourself.
Safety and security begone; look away,
start, stumble, continue,
reinvent what is rusted.
Discard what is broken,
return shining and bright.
Rest forever awakened.

New Girl Gone too

New Girl Gone too

fiction
edward w pritchard

Down, down again to the sea of accumulated sorrow,
to add a few drops of pain shared with you.
The sea flashes blood red
and then returns to a constant blue.
Should you wish to return,
excuse me if I don't arise from the oceans of forgetfulness;
rocking gently over purple waves.

my heaven/for Madonna and the gang in Hollywood

my heaven/for Madonna and the gang in Hollywood



fiction
edward w pritchard

My heaven is a series of convenience store/gas stations of increasing grandeur. The seventh and final heaven, was the penultimate in the series; and was rumored to be home of God. God was said to pass out candy bars, caffeine energy drinks and other sundries for free at the seventh heaven.

I have never been to seventh heaven because of risk involved in reaching it. Each American style convenience store in heaven is connected to the next in the series of seven by ever decreasing in narrowness walkways. The walkways are the only connection between the seven heavens and must be traversed on foot if one is to proceed to the next in the series.

The first walkway is wide like a two lane Country road, solid and familiar and easily walked two abreast. I have been to the fourth heaven so far. The passage to number five is a single board, two by six, oak wood with no hand rails; and it's a very long fall to what waits below. I am eager to get to fifth heaven because of the deli which contains delicious sandwiches and I find I have a terrific appetite here in heaven and calories don't count up here. As for seventh heaven, it is said to be connected to number six by only a single strand of red silk thread, taunt but infinitely delicate.

That's where I am at, at this point. Cautious to move ahead in my search for seventh heaven but driven by my desires to move forward.  For now I am practicing yoga style balancing exercises and meditating to relieve my fears of falling.
end

for Madonna and the gang in Hollywood

part of the team

part of the team

fiction
edward w pritchard

The subway rumbled deep beneath where I worked. I do wiring and electronics. Today I am installing a "trigger" here in one of America's major Cities that will initiate an explosion that if all goes as planned will disable the subway now rumbling far beneath the street where I am working.

I am not a terrorist or an anarchist. This is just a job for me; necessary to pay the bills. A dozen others are doing similar assignments around the city. Each is just a cog in a larger machine. I have never met my fellow anarchists; and maybe they are like me, just doing a job for money.

I must work carefully now for this is the dangerous part of the assignment. One bump and the trigger detonates early. At the same time I must looked bored and relaxed; so as to not arouse attention. My truck is near and I am disguised as a cable repair guy. No one takes interest, I am just an invisible minion who keeps the infrastructure working for the dwellers here in this City.

I work alone and that's how I like it. Still it's good to be part of a team. It gives me satisfaction to know I am working on something bigger than myself.
end

fly high, fly far Icarus

fly high, fly far Icarus

fiction
edward w pritchard

Fly high, fly far Icarus
be not afraid like myself.
When we walked the airport fence,
I kept us from being arrested by the gendarmes.
Now fly above and beyond all your fences
that we surrounded you with then
to keep you safe for now.
If you touch the Sun and crash down,
may the Lord shelter you from harm,
and return you to those who love you.

Ronnie Spector, you will always be forever young to me

Ronnie Spector, you will always be forever young to me

fiction
edward w pritchard

Ronnie Spector, you will always be forever young to me. I won't think about the past anyway. It upsets me to hear about the Beach boys or Brian Wilson writing songs for you.

Phil Spectre? Well everyone who is anyone has to be discovered and promoted.

Let's not talk about that; I am looking for inspriation. My other muses have abandoned me. Sing me something to inspire brillance.

Ronnie,  Ronnie what did you like to do when you weren't onstage, performing

wake up, wake up

wake up, wake up

fiction
edward w pritchard

Oh no, don't let it be the trenches again. God please, oh please, don't let me wake up in the trenches again there in Verdun France. Not 1914, anywhere or any time but July of 1914. I don't want to be in the trenches in World War One in 1914 fighting with the French Army against the Germans.

Let me wake up at the beach at the small Lake. When I was sixteen. laying next to a pretty girl on a dock in a pink bathing suit. Laying on the hot wet boards and watching the girl.

I can hear the shells and the bullets. Someone is yelling in French.

Don't open your eyes. Anywhere but Verdun France.

look for patterns in life to be successful

look for patterns in life to be successful

fiction
edward w pritchard

Look for patterns in life to be successful.

I was outside about 11PM in the backyard after a long nap. I noticed that Jupiter and the Moon were in about the exact same spot in the sky this late September as they were about one year ago, in late September of last year.

I always try to find meaningful patterns in life. This thing with the Moon and Jupiter in the exact same place in the sky this year as it was last year seems significant. I am going to try to capitlize on it so I can be successful.

it's difficult for me to go downtown on business anymore

it's difficult for me to go downtown on business anymore

fiction
edward w pritchard

It's difficult for me to go downtown on business anymore; I am always dragging this heavy fire hose around. It's awkward to drag the fire hose down the streets and alleys and it's annoying to always have a fire hose with you as you try to attend to one's business affairs. When I took the bus to go downtown to meet Jimmi Kilgore about an insurance opportunity I felt someone staring at me as I sat there in my seat; exactly then I realized I had that heavy hose with me blocking the aisle of the Main Street bus number 56 .

Sometimes it's second nature to drag the fire hose about. When I got to the vicinity 3104 and 1/2 East High Street for my meeting with Jimmi Kilgore the public employees had the street blocked again. The foreman said it was a ten mile walk to get over to  East High from where I was. That's when I noticed that the hose I found myself dragging was being fed out in lengths from a central station there at Main and High. By studying carefully the lengths and coils in the firehose I carried about I was able to determine a pattern in the lay of landscape there in the central business district. I avoided the ten mile detour and got to my meeting easily at 3104 and 1/2 E High in plenty of time for my ten o'clock with Jimmi Kilgore.

Jimmi Kilgore was not at the hamburger shop. The Hamburger station there as it's called has no stools or chairs, and is open air. You stand as you order and eat. The owner said Jimmi was out of the Country now in Italy. The owner gave me Jimmi's phone number from a ledger he kept there on his counter. I will call Jimmi soon and try again to reschedule our business meeting in a week or so.

When I got on the bus to head back home after my business meeting I noticed that the City employees at the corner of Main and East High, there at the Hose division of the City Hose works, were feeding out lengths of hose so the bus I was riding on wouldn't tangle or snap the hose I carried as we headed back to my section of the City.
end

Lotte Lenya gives advice / part 2

Lotte Lenya gives advice / part 2

fiction
edward w pritchard

see part one/ back ten posts or so

Well as usual thanks for the advice. As a note I prefer 36 Crazy Fists- Sad Lisa.

The progression is:

Cat Stevens-Sad Lisa
Marianne Faithful- Sad Liza
36 Crazy Fists-Sad Lisa

Hopefully the poor girl will come out of her room soon.
end

soldier's report

soldier's report

all dates and place names  reported as easiest to understand for an American reader in 2011

fiction
edward w pritchard

Noble Caesar Augustus, Emperor, Rome

from General Marius, Roman soldier/ from Mumbai India, month July, year 18AD

Augustus, I continue my report of my activities following Jesus of Nazareth to India. Today Jesus was to speak briefly at a gathering of holy men of different religions arranged by followers of the Hindu faith here.

When the time came for Jesus to speak he was not at the place of the conference but instead one mile away at a hospice for very sick children, those with multiple disabilities all being in a most pitiable state. I was there at the hospice myself doing my duty shadowing Jesus as ordered by yourself honorable Augustus. My assistant Titus was with the other religious participants at the conference nearby. At length Titus arrived with the other participants, many who had already spoken, giving a twenty minute summary of the major points of their religions belief system and philosophies which was the reason for the conference.

When it was time for Jesus to speak, apparently because of respect to be paid to your self Noble Caesar Augustus, for your fame and power is known here; my counterparts here in the armies of India insisted that the group of holy men should walk to where Jesus was to hear him speak.

When the Holy men arrived Jesus did not move or speak but continued to sit with a dozen or so very handicapped children of various ages who were unable to talk or barely communicate and seemed to be scarcely alive at times. These children were cared for by several nurses who routinely did this on a daily basis at this place for these children were sometimes abandoned by their families because of the expense and difficulty of seeing to their daily care. Additionally as this country has a caste system, as I have described to you earlier, it is not permitted for Priests and high born religious men to associate with these sickly children or their caregivers. I add that these priests only did come to this hospital because of the insistence of the intelligence community watching Jesus here in India; primarily because of their desire not to offend yourself Caesar as leader of the Roman empire. For although you are far from here Augustus, your power and fame is well known and this is how the group of Priests came to be sitting in this Hospital with these sick children waiting for Jesus of Nazareth to speak on his philosophy of Religion.

Jesus sat quietly among these children as the Hindu, Buddhist, Jain, Zoroastrian and other Religious leaders stood near, obliviously very disconcerted because of the pitiful nature of these children's afflictions. After an uncomfortable ten minutes or so of complete silence, Jesus of Nazareth stood up and addressed the group of Religious leaders assembled near him.

 " All souls are infinitely valuable" said Jesus and then he left the hospital and went into a small grove of trees and bushes to pray as was his custom.

Only one additional noteworthy item to report. Before Jesus of Nazareth was joined by the other Religious leaders he did do something unusual. Jesus wept as he sat among those severely handicapped children. I will not comment on this Tiberius, being merely a simple soldier.
end

not good/ a little pretense sometimes

not good/ a little pretense sometimes

fiction
edward w pritchard

Not good/ a little pretense sometimes. New York city residents are stopped searched and hassled because of credible fears of a second attack now by three assailants, two of whom may be American citizens.

It's our second " Red Scare". It's another " UFO Citing" during the Cold War. Our fears are being manipulated and initated by those with a vested interest in keeping us on constant homeland security alert.

9/11 was terrible. Interesting that three persons could force America's premier City to stop and be searched to avoid our credible fears of attack. Speak out against the madness America. We are being manipulated. We pay billions of dollars to chase a few hundred terrorists in Afghanistan and now we our being lead to fear to lead our normal lives.

Trust in and fear God. That's our Homeland Security.

John Lennon and Yoko, it's just wrong sometimes

John Lennon and Yoko, it's just wrong sometimes

fiction
edward w pritchard

Sorry to report. John Lennon singing hound dog with Yoko screeching on stage or worse, John singing with his idol Chuck Berry with Yoko howling on stage; John Lennon and Yoko, it's just wrong sometimes. Strange what people see in each other. Two talented people, successful and famous, awkward to watch once in a while.

a little pretense is sometimes good

a little pretense is sometimes good

fiction
edward w pritchard

A little pretense is sometimes good. Human dignity preserved is a noble deed. True someone needs to point out the hiding white elephants in the rooms but once they are noted and categorized a little pretense is sometimes good.

teaching handicapped students

teaching handicapped students

fiction
edward w pritchard

Grieve for what never was. Then jump in and try. You will gain a different perspective on yourself.

High achievers, take a look. Physically, emotionally, and cognitively handicapped people are around. Help if you can, be aware when you may.

String theory/vibrations are coming, my forebodings part 1

Saturday, September 11, 2010


String theory/vibrations are coming, my forebodings part 1

fiction
edward w pritchard

It's time to get started. Startled from sleep, pursued by dreams.
Moan the usual lamentations and plan life's distractions from memory and suffering.
It feels distantly familiar as if I have done it before.
Something cosmic is about to happen and it involves vibrations, originating far off in space and manifesting itself malignantly here on earth at a subatomic level.
We humans will suffer greatly because of the vibrations.
Listen, listen, awaken, feel the vibrations;
the universe is moving again.

Posted by edward pritchard at 2:51 AM Labels: memory

the european banking crisis will invade America, but it's a diversion

the european banking crisis will invade America, but it's a diversion

fiction
edward w pritchard

The European banking crisis will invade America, but it's a diversion. The banking crisis from Europe, caused by solvency problems in Greece, Spain and Italy will be imported to American banks. The invasion is actually a diversion.

As was foretold in the American TV show of 1967 "The Invaders" with Roy Thinnes, aliens from deep space will actually invade Earth in 2012 as part of the Armageddon scenario soon to be revealed to an unsuspecting American public. The alien invaders will begin the invasion of Earth initially by undermining the solvency of American and European banks with rumors and innuendos of financial collapse.

Stay turned for more breaking information as available. Watch this blog for more commentary on  "The Invaders" with Roy Thinnes on this blog by this Author in our new feature -looking back at innovative classic TV shows- from the 1960's.

Note- the opinions expressed and any cause/effect insinuated between European Banks and alien invasion are not necessary those of Roy Thinnes or sponsors, writers or crew of "The Invaders". Additionally author does not own any rights to the terms 2012 Armageddon or Armageddon scenario.

Mountains of the Moon/part 2

Mountains of the Moon/part 2

fiction
edward w pritchard

Speaking of Flying to the Moon, how about that Julie London version? Unique voice, great legs, the rest is pretty good too. "Fly Me to the Moon" by Julie London, torch singer par excellence. Not your grandson's deva, they don't make them like her anymore.

the moutains of the moon

the moutains of the moon

fiction
edward w pritchard

the mountains of the moon are far off
hard to get to and treacherous when you find them
the rocks are sharp and the valleys are deep
jump and you fly a long way
darkness surrounds you
and small meteors shred your body
watch the stars and dark matter
as the air hisses from your cherished recollections

there kiss her pain

there kiss her pain

fiction
edward w pritchard

there kiss her pain
their life, your fall
there tomorrow, your past
their future, your sadness
their there
your gone
there smile

brighter day, is same day, different look

brighter day, is same day, different look

fiction
edward w pritchard

Brighter day, is same day, different look
dispose of the old
up comes the bright Sun
see the same world anew
flowers grow, birds sing, storms are gone
tonight the same stars will shine
tommorrow is almost here
blink your eyes and travel forth

shopping on black Friday/ reposted

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

shopping on Black Friday

Today my relatives at our labor Day party were talking of shopping after Thanksgiving soon. Shopping on black Friday is a repeat post from last year.

fiction
edward w pritchard

Shopping on black Friday the last few years has provided the cohesion that gets me through the holiday season. Like many others I dearly missed my lost best friend over the holidays. The crowds at the malls, the long lines at midnight at Wal Mart, and just missing the door buster deal of the year; cheer me and lift my tired spirit.

Of course nothing can replace the loss of my friend, my gold credit card that the bank revoked a few years ago. To survive I try to compensate by making the best of life as it is now. We must be realistic. Finding misplaced cash for my shopping spree and coping with the loss of my gold credit card best I can, I sally forth dutifully and optimistically to meet the new year.

Posted by edward pritchard at 11:21 AM Labels: black friday

Lotte Lenya gives advice

Lotte Lenya gives advice

fiction
edward w pritchard

writer is talking to himself I am afraid, apologies to any readers following this:
see Marianne Faithful part 2

Author,
don't you waste a friend by turning them into a lover. As for a Muse, they aren't real. You wrote about the Platonic forms. I thought you were understanding.

Now as for this Marianne F. the singer. I prefer her "Sad Lisa". You know it's just a cover of a Cat Stevens song. Why is it that all these women your age tend to be sad? Especially if they are intelligent. That's what you need to think about and digest next.

Excuse me for being jealous here but don't ever compare anyone's "Pirate Jenny" rendition  to mine. I won't stand for it.

Life is a moving target Louie boy

Life is a moving target Louie boy

fiction
edward w pritchard

Life is a moving target Louie boy. There is no time for your historical reflection or literary references. Just jump in Louie. While you think and write and talk the wheel is turning away from you.

Move boy. If you fall you can try again the next time around the wheel. Life is a moving target Louie boy, get to it.

rioting can be plain hard work

rioting can be plain hard work

fiction
edward w pritchard

Rioting can be plain hard work. While everyone else is out tonight working I am stuck at home. I have pulled a muscle in my upper back. I was carrying a box out of Krestley's Electronic's and I have hurt my back.

Mom is treating me better. She was on me for so long to find a job, do some kind of work. I went the first night with Pojay and my cousin Sampson. I got two hundred for my share of the things we got. Four nights in a row I did real well, then this back injury.

It's nice to be working again. Jobs are hard to find here in St Louis. I am anxious to get back to work before the rioting is over; but honestly I didn't realize that rioting can be just plain hard work.

to Marianne Faithful/part 2

to Marianne Faithful/part 2

fiction
edward w pritchard

see also Lotte Lenya and Friday Nights, March 11, 2011
and Lotte Lenya gives advice tommorrow's blog, 09/05/2011

My dear, it's me again continuing our epistolary relationship. I have known a lot of Maryanne's in this life of mine but you, my dear, a replacement for Lotte Lenya? Possibly; it's an interesting idea.

Your Pirate Jenny does have such an edge, as does your "Mack the Knife". As for "Sister Morphine," magnifique, my dear.

You were so so innocent at eighteen, but ambitious I am sure. Ambition, a fatal flaw. We will skip over all those relationships with others and how you got here. A mature woman, an admirer of Bertold Brecht to boot, surely an interesting idea.

Still, that innocence, that lady like quality, though a facade is only natural to admire, at least for me. Let one think this through. A complete woman, with complications and dents? I don't know.  I need to check back with Lotte Lenya too, in fairness.

I do like your music through. For now let's just say au revoir mon ami.

sending dead flowers

sending dead flowers

fiction
edward w pritchard

Sending dead flowers to someone if you are mad at them is counter intuitive. If they are of a certain ilk they will appreciate the notoriety your devious attempt to discredit them causes; you will unwittingly bring them positive publicity more than public scorn. Best to send dead flowers to someone in such circumstances at their funeral, when they can't comment on your action.

Such was the case and Rosie had sent flowers to Tyrone and I was admiring the card and dead flowers near the coffin as a dead Tyrone looked on. Rosie had sent the withered dead Tyrone withered dead flowers, the funeral director had not vetoed her action, the flowers were on public display and a buzz was occurring at the calling hours because of Rosie's defiant last act toward Tyrone; her motivation unknown to me. Naturally as I looked over at the dead Tyrone I swear he had a decided pompous smirk on his pasty white face laying there in public display near the dead flowers from Rosie.
end

to Marianne Faithful/the Doctor is in

to Marianne Faithful/the Doctor is in

fiction
edward w pritchard

My, my my dear Marianne: you certainly do have a long history of incidents. So many changes, stops, starts and ups and downs. We do enjoy your music. Creative genius and all. but, your file is simply overflowing. 1960's, seventies, this guy and that; Mick, people jumping out of windows, you homeless. It's exhausting just to read about.

Well let's get down to the analysis. What? It's required. You can't get your medications without an intake interview with a staff psychiatrist. Did I mention I enjoy your music very much.

Where to start . Let's begin with your genealogy. That seems a consistent theme. When your behavior is bad you tend to retreat into an obsession [ if I may] with the Wiemar era, and it's music and art. Another actress aspiring to play Pirate Jenny. Do you suppose my dear that the Wiemar era is some sort of metaphor for your mental state. At least the mental state you seem to get into before you start the descent into trouble and chaotic behavior. Yes, I had heard you had played the devil; did I mention I liked your "working class hero" cover. But to be honest I liked your "As Tears Go By' in 1965 so much better. You were beautiful, so innocent, so ladylike. What? Well people tend to change but how do you know that wasn't the real you in 1965. An artist can be different things to different people. I am sure women are judged by a harsher standard than a man at such times but is that relevant here?

No, that will be all. I have enough information to complete an initial file. No, I don't need to hear what you have done lately. Just consider me a fan of your early music.

end

pink car, pink seats, pink poodle

pink car, pink seats, pink poodle

fiction
edward w pritchard

Pink car, pink seats, pink poodle. The car was named champion, the plates said fox, and the oversized French poodle was named fee-fee. Lavony wore pink suits and had pink streaks in her hair.

Even after what she did to me I couldn't bring myself to hurt her car. I did shoot her dog. Just one shot. Not in the car. I think Lavony suspected me because I never did like her dog fee-fee.

I saw Lavony driving around the neighborhood later with another dog. I didn't catch it's name.

driving an old car to heaven

driving an old car to heaven

fiction
edward w pritchard

For gosh sake, don't drive just any of those old cars you used to own to heaven.
Not that ancient junker of a Renault, red maybe, 1950-something, did it ever run anyway?
Certainly not the hearse you and your Brother had, although it was a fine ride about town, if a little gruesome
yes, yes the blue convertible, the cruising car, the one you fixed up over and over
that would be a fine car to arrive in heaven in.
That blue convertible would turn a few heads up there in heaven.
Let me know after how it was when you arrived.
I'll' see you later up there, I hope.
It will be nice to be young again.
Yes, I think the blue convertible is the right car for you to drive to heaven in.
Drive with the top down  and only one hand on steering wheel of the blue convertible,
it always was a good stylish ride

Well well that was a hard year old soldier

Well well that was a hard year old soldier

fiction
edward w pritchard

Well well that was a hard year old soldier.
Now you know, I guess,
what it means; your early death
why it happened to you.
Still it was quite discouraging.
You missed your workouts,
couldn't go fishing.
Tell us:
why did that have to happen now?
Give us a clue old soldier
it's all a little unsettling.