in action how like an angel
fiction
edward w pritchard
Slow, slow motion. Sometimes slow motion in reverse. In slow motion how delightful, in action, how like an angel, how enchanting to behold, are the Dallas cowboy cheerleaders in kick line to watch.
How must it have been for the one we call the Devil, or Lucifer to travel back and through time as angels are wont to do, travel in time to this here and now, and to watch those Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders dancing in slow motion. Slow motion was an easy activity for Lucifer to watch the dancers in, just one of Lucifer's powers, and how tempting for Lucifer to use his powers to watch and watch the beauty of those cheerleaders from Dallas, those cheerleaders in action. How like an angel themselves are those cheerleaders. Grace in movement, subtle in form, each nod and movement exquisite as those cheerleaders, twelve beautiful delightful women, dance and sway; subtly femininity, divinely beautiful. Lucifer would enjoy watching the Dallas cowboy cheerleaders dance in sync on a kick line to entertain the watcher.
As humans we attribute many powers to the fallen angel Lucifer. Our fear of the devil, known as Satan or Lucifer is our own fear of our own shadow subconscious, the sinful other half of our personality. We project our temptations onto Lucifer, and if we succumb to temptation we blame our failures onto Satan.
Is it a sin to enjoy watching the epitome of human beauty in movement. Watch you tube yourself and judge. Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders on you tube, in slow motion if you prefer. What a piece of work is man. In action how like an angel.
Showing posts with label women. Show all posts
Showing posts with label women. Show all posts
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Thursday, August 4, 2011
the visitor
the visitor
fiction
edward w pritchard
see male scientists speculate the Moon has two faces- same subject, previous post
Once a month the woman visited the village. She was small and walked a little bent from clutching the ends of the scarf she used to cover her face and hair. Every month her visit was a surprise to me; each month I forgot and had to learn again the changes she brought. Sometimes nothing happened but sometimes there was much excitement from her visit.
I never knew why she came but there is something mysterious and obliquely feminine about the visitor. It has something to do with the moon. Honestly I was always a little intimidated by the whole thing.
fiction
edward w pritchard
see male scientists speculate the Moon has two faces- same subject, previous post
Once a month the woman visited the village. She was small and walked a little bent from clutching the ends of the scarf she used to cover her face and hair. Every month her visit was a surprise to me; each month I forgot and had to learn again the changes she brought. Sometimes nothing happened but sometimes there was much excitement from her visit.
I never knew why she came but there is something mysterious and obliquely feminine about the visitor. It has something to do with the moon. Honestly I was always a little intimidated by the whole thing.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
two women thinkers
two women thinkers
fiction
edward w pritchard
then today we will address the writings of two gifted women thinkers:
Karen Horney
the Distrust between the Sexes
Horney a distinguished psychiatrist, a contemporary of Freud, influenced by his work, but less abrasive to read than that sanctimonious SOB [author's vulgarity, not Horney's].
Horney's view of the mistrust between the sexes is, she says. caused by cultural forces that individuals aren't usually aware of, and misplaced unrealistic expectations; and that failed relationships are often the result of neurotic patterns developed in childhood.
Susanne Langer
Expressiveness
Harvard educated Langer asserts that language has it's limits, and Art, capital A best expresses emotions a vital part of a healthy human. We all spend years and years at school learning facts and math but spend little time on developing our emotions. Emotional development is best achieved through the arts, which is the theme of her essay Expressiveness.
Next Simone De Beauvoir
women are individuals, equality is best achieved through work, and why did she let Satre push her around then
end
fiction
edward w pritchard
then today we will address the writings of two gifted women thinkers:
Karen Horney
the Distrust between the Sexes
Horney a distinguished psychiatrist, a contemporary of Freud, influenced by his work, but less abrasive to read than that sanctimonious SOB [author's vulgarity, not Horney's].
Horney's view of the mistrust between the sexes is, she says. caused by cultural forces that individuals aren't usually aware of, and misplaced unrealistic expectations; and that failed relationships are often the result of neurotic patterns developed in childhood.
Susanne Langer
Expressiveness
Harvard educated Langer asserts that language has it's limits, and Art, capital A best expresses emotions a vital part of a healthy human. We all spend years and years at school learning facts and math but spend little time on developing our emotions. Emotional development is best achieved through the arts, which is the theme of her essay Expressiveness.
Next Simone De Beauvoir
women are individuals, equality is best achieved through work, and why did she let Satre push her around then
end
Sunday, April 25, 2010
sketches of women
sketches of women
fiction
edward w pritchard
Beautician, part time only:
The young lady was six months pregnant, her husband had recently lost his job and she was working part time at the franchised beauty shop.
This was to be her third child. She was experiencing pain in her legs from standing but was fighting not to take a non aspirin product, maybe bad for the baby.
She walked into the back and let the woman who was getting her hair dyed wait a couple of extra minutes and sat down. Returning to work she listened to the customers complain about their boyfriends and inability to lose weight.
Young waitress:
She was very confident with herself, confident on her feet.
She looked at you straight in the eyes and was a little too pretty to look at for too long.
I am sure all the men were too friendly with her, but although she was young she had the look of the Medici, that is the Italian aristocracy, and she commanded a certain respect.
She said she was a student and wasn't sure what she wanted to do. She slid next to me, me sitting alone in my seat and she talked a minute.
When she left the room, she did look a little sad, at least once.
Old Waitress in costume jewelry:
Everything she said was a contradiction to her previous statement. No, I am not talking about someone ex-wife, it was our waitress, not a waitress at a donut shop, but at a dark diner in a dieing town, once a promising city.
We got a table, we didn't have to sit at the ice cream counter, it said Hershey's ice cream, and looked like a brightly colored coffin. Instead we were at a cramped table.
Our waitress was related to 11th century European royalty, at least in her own mind. She had an attitude that she was too good for her job, no harm really, but it did ruin our meal.
They say depression and anxiety are caused by our inability to deal with a situation that continues to bother us after we realize we should take some action. That waitress needs to make some changes in her life if she can.
I am OK with her going for therapy or even little white pills, but I kinda of liked her and left a nice tip, even though she ruined our meal. I am OK with her getting therapy and medication but please don't call it personal growth at least not around me.
A pretty girl with an accent and a hijab
She was a second year student at the college majoring in Mathematics. Her families financial situation had changed dramatically and she was forced to take a part time job in America where she studied at the University.
She had never faced any kind of prejudice before not even at home as a woman. It took her a while to get used to the gibes in America at her part time job.
She put up with the prejudice at the Midwestern town in America for three years and then after she graduated decided to move to a large east coast city to escape the provincialism.
Not a talker
A good person, who didn't have much to say so everybody eventually ignored her and took advantage.
Beautiful Girl
One day when I stopped to collect at his apartment he had an extremely beautiful blond girl there. He was very fat and really wanted to impress me and introduced her as a playboy bunny. It was probably true because he got a lot of important phone calls and tipped very well. She was about 5 or 6 years older than me and he told me a lot of suggestive jokes about her right in front of me.
Sunday when I was delivering papers at 5AM I saw her at the corner of the apartment building by the Lake, standing outside freezing, and smoking a cigarette and staring across the Lake. She asked me to stay a minute and she put her hand on my arm. She started to cry. I never was good at that kind of situation and I was worse at 15 years old.
Looking through the beauty I could see how she would look when she was old.
end
fiction
edward w pritchard
Beautician, part time only:
The young lady was six months pregnant, her husband had recently lost his job and she was working part time at the franchised beauty shop.
This was to be her third child. She was experiencing pain in her legs from standing but was fighting not to take a non aspirin product, maybe bad for the baby.
She walked into the back and let the woman who was getting her hair dyed wait a couple of extra minutes and sat down. Returning to work she listened to the customers complain about their boyfriends and inability to lose weight.
Young waitress:
She was very confident with herself, confident on her feet.
She looked at you straight in the eyes and was a little too pretty to look at for too long.
I am sure all the men were too friendly with her, but although she was young she had the look of the Medici, that is the Italian aristocracy, and she commanded a certain respect.
She said she was a student and wasn't sure what she wanted to do. She slid next to me, me sitting alone in my seat and she talked a minute.
When she left the room, she did look a little sad, at least once.
Old Waitress in costume jewelry:
Everything she said was a contradiction to her previous statement. No, I am not talking about someone ex-wife, it was our waitress, not a waitress at a donut shop, but at a dark diner in a dieing town, once a promising city.
We got a table, we didn't have to sit at the ice cream counter, it said Hershey's ice cream, and looked like a brightly colored coffin. Instead we were at a cramped table.
Our waitress was related to 11th century European royalty, at least in her own mind. She had an attitude that she was too good for her job, no harm really, but it did ruin our meal.
They say depression and anxiety are caused by our inability to deal with a situation that continues to bother us after we realize we should take some action. That waitress needs to make some changes in her life if she can.
I am OK with her going for therapy or even little white pills, but I kinda of liked her and left a nice tip, even though she ruined our meal. I am OK with her getting therapy and medication but please don't call it personal growth at least not around me.
A pretty girl with an accent and a hijab
She was a second year student at the college majoring in Mathematics. Her families financial situation had changed dramatically and she was forced to take a part time job in America where she studied at the University.
She had never faced any kind of prejudice before not even at home as a woman. It took her a while to get used to the gibes in America at her part time job.
She put up with the prejudice at the Midwestern town in America for three years and then after she graduated decided to move to a large east coast city to escape the provincialism.
Not a talker
A good person, who didn't have much to say so everybody eventually ignored her and took advantage.
Beautiful Girl
One day when I stopped to collect at his apartment he had an extremely beautiful blond girl there. He was very fat and really wanted to impress me and introduced her as a playboy bunny. It was probably true because he got a lot of important phone calls and tipped very well. She was about 5 or 6 years older than me and he told me a lot of suggestive jokes about her right in front of me.
Sunday when I was delivering papers at 5AM I saw her at the corner of the apartment building by the Lake, standing outside freezing, and smoking a cigarette and staring across the Lake. She asked me to stay a minute and she put her hand on my arm. She started to cry. I never was good at that kind of situation and I was worse at 15 years old.
Looking through the beauty I could see how she would look when she was old.
end
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