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
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
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