it's a very good story
fiction
edward w pritchard
Christmas is hard for me here in my old age. One thing that brings me a little comfort this time of year is to listen to the entire story of Jesus not just the praise songs of his exalted birth in a stable a long time ago. Seldom do I read the Bible though I do lots and lots of reading about Roman history from the fifth century BC forward.
Last night I got one of my art books and carefully studied the pictures of Jesus' entire life in the paintings of the master of Sienna Duccio.
It's a very good story the record of Jesus' life. Duccio the Italian painter could be a difficult and rebellious man. The business people of Sienna went to great lengths contractually to tie him to the project they wanted him to do back in 1308. Duccio di Buoninsegna's work is called the Maesta, the Master piece and was displayed first, his finished project of the complete life of Jesus in pictures, to the public on June 09, 1311. The day was declared a holiday and the entire town followed the finished sacred work to the Church.
I saw parts of Duccio altarpiece once in a church in Sienna, Italy. The pictures are worth taking our time to study and meditate on.
The history of Jesus' life, it's a very good story.
Friday, December 21, 2018
Wednesday, December 19, 2018
the poetry of dissent part 2
the poetry of dissent part 2
fiction
edward w pritchard
Psychologist Doctor- surely Mr. Pritchard you can't blame yourself in any way for causing the Kent State shootings back in May 1970?
self- I drove to Richfield Ohio with a friend to pick up his Father during a teamster's trucking strike because the Ohio National guard had the roads of the trucking company blocked and secured the Friday night before the May 4th 1970 Kent State shootings and a armed soldier interrogated us at rifle point concerning our right to move freely about the roads of Ohio at night
Psychologist-I remember that too, the same national guard units that were at the trucking strike that Friday night three days later shoot and killed four students at Kent State University
self-yes, when I was interrogated by a soldier that Friday night I first suffered the cognitive discordance toward my country that plagues me to this day
psychologist-and
self-I felt inside all the ideals I had learn-ed as a boy about my country shatter, based on the soldiers truculent behavior towards two of our Countries citizens, me and my friend, who were on honest business, picking up his Father at work during a trucking strike and I had a sinister vague thought that the Ohio National guard was acting in a way not up to the American ideals
psychologist-what could you have done with your premonition about the Ohio soldiers that could have altered events at Kent State on a warm day in 1970 and kept two young women and two young men from being shot and killed? you were just a kid yourself
self-nothing, but I could have questioned earlier what I heard about Native Americans losing their land and right to exist, slavery in America, and bully bully thinking by the silent majority
psychologist-have you considered religion?
fiction
edward w pritchard
Psychologist Doctor- surely Mr. Pritchard you can't blame yourself in any way for causing the Kent State shootings back in May 1970?
self- I drove to Richfield Ohio with a friend to pick up his Father during a teamster's trucking strike because the Ohio National guard had the roads of the trucking company blocked and secured the Friday night before the May 4th 1970 Kent State shootings and a armed soldier interrogated us at rifle point concerning our right to move freely about the roads of Ohio at night
Psychologist-I remember that too, the same national guard units that were at the trucking strike that Friday night three days later shoot and killed four students at Kent State University
self-yes, when I was interrogated by a soldier that Friday night I first suffered the cognitive discordance toward my country that plagues me to this day
psychologist-and
self-I felt inside all the ideals I had learn-ed as a boy about my country shatter, based on the soldiers truculent behavior towards two of our Countries citizens, me and my friend, who were on honest business, picking up his Father at work during a trucking strike and I had a sinister vague thought that the Ohio National guard was acting in a way not up to the American ideals
psychologist-what could you have done with your premonition about the Ohio soldiers that could have altered events at Kent State on a warm day in 1970 and kept two young women and two young men from being shot and killed? you were just a kid yourself
self-nothing, but I could have questioned earlier what I heard about Native Americans losing their land and right to exist, slavery in America, and bully bully thinking by the silent majority
psychologist-have you considered religion?
Tuesday, December 11, 2018
the poetry of dissent
the poetry of dissent
fiction
edward w pritchard
One must live modestly if one is to keep one's cover as an informant.
I collect a generous federal government pension here in the state of Ohio from my work in the sixties as an informant for the FBI and a NARC both of which I did strictly for money, never for patriotism or ideals. Point of fact I collect as much money in my federal government monthly pension as some former Senators or Congressmen.
I never draw attention to myself by my lifestyle or habits. I rise promptly at 6am winter or summer and am in bed by 9 pm for I detest the dark. I mow my own yard at my small house on my only indulgence, living on a beautiful Lake, and I shop only at dollar stores and I buy everything else I need used at the goodwill.
Studying poetry at Kent State University in May of 1970 I caused the deaths of four young students by my under cover activities for the FBI.
More later that's-enough confession for this morning. Except say, to Eight more days to my social security check, which comes at mid month.
One more thing: Here's the poem I wrote back in 1970 which caused the Kent State shootings.
Watch,
don't speak.
events are influenced by secret planning
don't tell anyone
your motives are yours alone
let the erasure of time conceal your existence.
fiction
edward w pritchard
One must live modestly if one is to keep one's cover as an informant.
I collect a generous federal government pension here in the state of Ohio from my work in the sixties as an informant for the FBI and a NARC both of which I did strictly for money, never for patriotism or ideals. Point of fact I collect as much money in my federal government monthly pension as some former Senators or Congressmen.
I never draw attention to myself by my lifestyle or habits. I rise promptly at 6am winter or summer and am in bed by 9 pm for I detest the dark. I mow my own yard at my small house on my only indulgence, living on a beautiful Lake, and I shop only at dollar stores and I buy everything else I need used at the goodwill.
Studying poetry at Kent State University in May of 1970 I caused the deaths of four young students by my under cover activities for the FBI.
More later that's-enough confession for this morning. Except say, to Eight more days to my social security check, which comes at mid month.
One more thing: Here's the poem I wrote back in 1970 which caused the Kent State shootings.
Watch,
don't speak.
events are influenced by secret planning
don't tell anyone
your motives are yours alone
let the erasure of time conceal your existence.
Wednesday, December 5, 2018
a house divided
a house divided
fiction
edward wpritchard
By then, that is now, I wasn't like a typical veteran soldier who liked to reminisce with the unit by mail or newspaper over the battles we had been in or scars and wounds psychological we had suffered.
In my memories I recalled a literal interpretation of events, vivid memories of the battles and the wars. For that conflict had been fought house to house and room to room. Our country back then was a house divided.
Daily I strained not to remember
Holidays are worse In the middle of the night I awake. I am back, then, again on the steps headed for the second floor. Reluctantly I peer into to the darkness clutching the m-1 rifle.
Dog faced soldiers never understood what it was about or why we fight.
Battle fatigue, post stress syndrome.
Then its morning here and now. Another day of little busyness. Everything is totally still, everything is eternally calm. The country is at peace.
fiction
edward wpritchard
By then, that is now, I wasn't like a typical veteran soldier who liked to reminisce with the unit by mail or newspaper over the battles we had been in or scars and wounds psychological we had suffered.
In my memories I recalled a literal interpretation of events, vivid memories of the battles and the wars. For that conflict had been fought house to house and room to room. Our country back then was a house divided.
Daily I strained not to remember
Holidays are worse In the middle of the night I awake. I am back, then, again on the steps headed for the second floor. Reluctantly I peer into to the darkness clutching the m-1 rifle.
Dog faced soldiers never understood what it was about or why we fight.
Battle fatigue, post stress syndrome.
Then its morning here and now. Another day of little busyness. Everything is totally still, everything is eternally calm. The country is at peace.
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