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Saturday, May 28, 2016

a cry out of the deep distress of the heart

a cry out of the deep distress of the heart

fiction
edward w pritchard


No symmetry in love lost.
Either the place is wrong or the time is past.

If the place is wrong another interlopes in the space. Things were too ripe or no seed will germinate again.

If time is past now is gone and soon thou will disappear from History.

No warning prepares you. The only certainties you have ever known, gone forever.

Sit quietly in the aura of vanished companionship. Time shall move on, mysteriously unannounced when necessarily concluded.

With a violent start preach one beseeching cry out of the deep distress of the heart. A secret prayer of ceremonial liturgy to a non existent god unapproachable and indifferent.

Wednesday, May 25, 2016

this is the start of my movie

this is the start of my movie

fiction
edward w pritchard


This is the start of my movie on Jack the Ripper. I will use the way of seeing the world of few eccentric painters and use their unique techniques to set the mood of one segment of Jack the Ripper's exploit's as written and interpreted by myself and set to film by a yet to be found camera person. For example perhaps the style of Mannerism will be used to display the techniques of El Greco the painter known for the elongated faces and bodies and the other worldly spirituality of his subjects.

See " Jack the Ripper plans his vacation" re-posted below.

Watch for more on this featuring Jack the Ripper soon.

SUNDAY, MAY 15, 2011


jack the ripper plans his vacation

jack the ripper plans his vacation

fiction
edward w pritchard

Somewhere with no fog. It brings out the worst in me.

Maybe a nice sunny beach over at Brighton. A warm bright beach with families and rock candy. Children would be nice, children running and playing on the beach. Hubby's and their wives sitting on towels and talking about buying a house someday. Then family dinners together, taters and a nice British roast beef with French mustard. A little beer, but not too much for me. With a nice warm ocean breeze.

No doctors, or autopsies or talk about medicine for a few days. No sick patients or morgues either. None of the endless dodging of policeman. No narrow alleys and no crowded dark streets.  No having to be anonymous all the time. Just somewhere where I can be myself and sit in the warm bright sun and maybe read the paper. Read the paper and watch the nice families at the beach shuffle back and forth.

An arcade would be grand too. Games and  gambling for a piece of penny candy as a prize. Happy children winning prizes and then running from the arcade into the sunlight to show their Mum their treasures.

A light rain is good late in the afternoon. Just before dinner a light rain.  After dinner a cigar and a stroll under a clear starry sky. Listen to the soothing melodious waves for a while there at the beach.

By all means somewhere with no fog. No back alley's and no dark hallways and ladies standing in doorways saying something vulgar. It brings out the beast in me every time.

A nice trip to a sunny sea side would be nice.
Jack

Monday, May 16, 2016

Hillary Clinton or Donald Trump; which will become the first Presidential stigmatic?

Hillary Clinton or Donald Trump; which will become the first Presidential stigmatic

fiction
edward w pritchard

Not only is it difficult to predict who will win the race for the Presidency when one candidate is a woman whose husband was a former President and the other is not a politician but a gun slinging business guru to boot; but in this upcoming Presidential race, whichever candidate wins it will be unusually difficult to predict the ultimate behavior of the winning candidate once in office.

Traditional party platforms will not be useful to predict the behavior, beliefs and actions of the ultimate winning candidate in the upcoming election, be it President Hillary Clinton or Donald Trump who goes to Washington victorious in 2017.

Using various multivariate statistical models this commentator is predicting that it matters not which candidate wins the election for President in 2017 since shockingly, the winner will be a stigmatic while in office.

Hillary Clinton or Donald Trump; which candidate will become the first Presidential stigmatic?

While in the past the odds of a random stigmatic being a woman were 7 to 1 in the last hundred years changes in many things in society have readjusted the odds of woman to man being a stigmatic now to 5 to 4.

Too close to call at 5 to 4? Will a woman or a man be the first Presidential stigmatic?

Friday, May 13, 2016

animal photographer on Mars

animal photographer on Mars

fiction
edward w pritchard


There is a lot of down time for an animal photographer on Mars. To date no one has found any evidence on Mars of any life form that wasn't transported here from Earth.

My dream is to make high quality original movies about Animals. Even though there is no indigenous life on Mars I came to Mars to work for the US government as an animal photographer GS 16 science botany division US space agency. I stay three years to pay off my student loans back from my expensive graduate education on Earth.

Early on it was exciting to race to a construction site with my cameras at the call of alarm of possible indigenous life discovery in some out of the way building site in a dark corner of a red streak or Tharsic bulge. Now, after forty three null encounters with possible new life forms some of the excitement is gone from racing around in a Rover loaded with delicate expensive photography equipment that as photography Science officer I am responsible for.

How I long to return to the billions of species back on Earth with my cameras.

 There is a lot of down time for an animal photographer on Mars and during my stay here to date I have spent a lot of my free time thinking of the sanctity of the implication that no life has been found to date anywhere or anyplace but on Earth. To me the implications about the Why of life is much more fascinating than those of the wheres and the whens of Life's origins.

Winona Three Wolves
US Science officer
Mars station 3
day 558

Saturday, May 7, 2016

heaven in the 22nd century

heaven in the 22nd century

edward w pritchard



Things morph, times change. Heaven in the 22nd century will be a lot different than the traditional view of the Holy place. No angels, no Gods on thrones, no harp music or billowy clouds to float around on and no exalted names and locations beyond the Universe like Valhalla or Sugar-candy Mountain in the modern Heaven.

Heaven will be a large glass enclosed bright room with expensive windows floor to ceiling and blue Iznik tile floors with intricate designs and long tables with bench seats prepared with expensive foods and cakes for a feast. A select group of beautiful celebrities will sit on chairs and benches and wait. Occasionally someone will get up from their chair and walk to the window and look down the sloping Hills to the ordinary people moving about below in the Real world.

In the Heaven of the 22nd century there will be no problems or ennui and everyone will be a celebrity with plenty of Money and no big house payment due each month and no worries about Health insurance or the leaky water pump needing replaced on the old car.

Thursday, May 5, 2016

I remember the days

I remember the days

fiction
edward w pritchard


I watched with alarm as the old Man switched his weight from the varnished walking stick to the armature device of the cash register there at the convenience store for support. The arm holding the credit card machine wasn't designed to hold a man's weight. He obviously had put on his best clothes for the journey here to the store but his shoes betrayed he had fallen on hard times.

The cashier was perfunctory as people are with older people. The man gave the lady too many quarters and some loose change to pay for the greeting card his only purchase and asked the lady for a white paper bag. The bored cashier gave him one of the old fashioned brown paper ones that they kept under the teller area.

Driving out of the parking lot later I noticed the old guy walking slowly up Tolbert's hill toward downtown Barberton gently clutching the bag with his purchase with his free arm as he clawed at the steep hilly road for support with his crooked brown walking stick.

Looking back in the rear view mirror at him one last time I wondered what the old guy was up to.

Wednesday, May 4, 2016

the dangers of philosophical speculation while planning a bike trip

the dangers of philosophical speculation while planning a bike trip

fiction
edward w pritchard


Planning a walking trip say on the Ohio Canal trail way is a lot easier when traveling by foot than by bike. The bicycle presents so many complications concerning property rights and ownership issues as well as space/time speculations that walking along aimlessly whistling just plain don't.

Planning my bike ride this early morning I understand why most of the Native Americans left Ohio in the nineteenth century when faced with the overwhelming complications of American consumerism and the nit picking rules, customs and bureaucracy concerning being and existence.

Every year for the last many I try to plan one trip to the Big cities and culture and civility, this year it was Chicago which went very well thank you [ see recent blog "congested urban centers blues for my President Obama "], and a second trip back to nature walking and hiking.

A few years ago I followed the entire Ohio Canal trail to it's source near Lake Erie. After Days and days of walking North, north, north the path circles around in a circular looping turn around and you serenely head South. Back to where you began. It makes sense in a Zen like way. Walking as a Koan of realization.

Succinctly to summarize the problem you aren't encouraged to ride a bike on a road in Ohio and you can't get to Lisbon, Ohio from East Liverpool on the Ohio River by bike. You can't get there without  a car and bike rack along, paying more for cheesy southern Ohio hotels than you paid for good ones in Chicago and under no circumstances is it legal to camp without a fee or permit. Also there are few campgrounds, mostly they are only for elaborate RV's. Get way from it all by Recreational vehicle in scenic Ohio. Also there is no archery, buffalo hunting or on ground campfires for cooking without separate permit and fee.

It's hard to hear the music of a different drummer  when all the original drum players took their tom toms and headed for a reservation somewhere out West. To the real West where there is no more back to nature romantic nineteenth century transcendentalism to think about.

Point me to the tow path and I'll re-pace the same old trail over and over.
the last boy scout