right place - part 2
fiction
edward w pritchard
Bill the manager over at the market grille had leukemia and was dieing. Home alone, he painfully made his way through his house and outside onto his deck and was looking up at the stars at about midnight. He was imagining and planning where his self might go after his body died in a few days. Bill had been a medic in the army and knew by the look of death he saw in his eyes, that death would soon take his body.
Bill was not educated in science or cosmology but had got very motivated to find a star or maybe a planet where his undieing part might go. He desperately was looking for the right place to be after the destruction of his body. Looking at the calm bright night sky it was reassuring to Bill to think there was a right place for him to be soon after his tired sick body ceased to be.
Friday, September 3, 2010
right place - part 1
right place - part 1
fiction
edward w pritchard
Bill, Sheri and Tarle worked four to nine at the market grille. Bill was technically shift leader, management, but all three worked hard to keep the grille area and kitchen and tables clean, organized and highly functioning. The customers were wowed by the product turned out at the market grille and for 6 years Bill, Sheri and Tarle worked together and for them and the customers it was the right place to be between 4 and 9PM five nights a week.
end part 1
see part 2
fiction
edward w pritchard
Bill, Sheri and Tarle worked four to nine at the market grille. Bill was technically shift leader, management, but all three worked hard to keep the grille area and kitchen and tables clean, organized and highly functioning. The customers were wowed by the product turned out at the market grille and for 6 years Bill, Sheri and Tarle worked together and for them and the customers it was the right place to be between 4 and 9PM five nights a week.
end part 1
see part 2
first glance
first glance
fiction
edward w pritchard
after a full first pregnancy
after a thirty or more hour ordeal
the baby said to be in danger
the Mother succumbed and took the medication
despite the planned natural childbirth
finally dictated by two capable female Hindu Physicians
taking charge, the baby born
the Mother weakened, tired and drugged
they gave the boy to me
my first connection to birth or babies
the boy strong and willful, twisted in my hands
seeming to object to the recent ordeal
our eyes connected at first glance
seeing across generations, intentions, hopes and fears,
and troubles twenty years hence
initial programming complete,
two way communication established
first contact with a new soul
I handed the boy to the Doctor
and worried over his Mother
fiction
edward w pritchard
after a full first pregnancy
after a thirty or more hour ordeal
the baby said to be in danger
the Mother succumbed and took the medication
despite the planned natural childbirth
finally dictated by two capable female Hindu Physicians
taking charge, the baby born
the Mother weakened, tired and drugged
they gave the boy to me
my first connection to birth or babies
the boy strong and willful, twisted in my hands
seeming to object to the recent ordeal
our eyes connected at first glance
seeing across generations, intentions, hopes and fears,
and troubles twenty years hence
initial programming complete,
two way communication established
first contact with a new soul
I handed the boy to the Doctor
and worried over his Mother
Mozart's Sisters deficiency-part 2
Mozart's Sisters deficiency-part 2
fiction
edward w pritchard
see part 1
or maybe, rather than worrying about histories verdict or feminism's struggles, Mozart's sister. Nan Mozart, grew tired of the Father's, Mother's and brother Wolfgang's bathroom humor, grew to be embarrassed as performing as an organ grinder's monkey on a leash for the spiritless pre-French revolution nobility of Europe; and struck a blow for individual rights and went her own way, refusing the quest for fame and fortune, as worshiped by the Father, and let her beloved younger brother have the accolades: him write Figaro, while she escaped into learning to sew, knit, clean house and tend children.
fiction
edward w pritchard
see part 1
or maybe, rather than worrying about histories verdict or feminism's struggles, Mozart's sister. Nan Mozart, grew tired of the Father's, Mother's and brother Wolfgang's bathroom humor, grew to be embarrassed as performing as an organ grinder's monkey on a leash for the spiritless pre-French revolution nobility of Europe; and struck a blow for individual rights and went her own way, refusing the quest for fame and fortune, as worshiped by the Father, and let her beloved younger brother have the accolades: him write Figaro, while she escaped into learning to sew, knit, clean house and tend children.
gone but not forgotten, sadly silent
Gone but not forgotten, sadly silent
fiction
edward w pritchard
Your memories shadow, vaporously appears to me at night,
as essence of past removals.
You refusing to stay gone, I reach out in sleep from behind my eyes, with the will to touch that preceded arms and hands.
When momentary, dreaming, I capture your lost essence, its gone but not forgotten, sadly silent,
solidly material, far removed from my hands and arms.
fiction
edward w pritchard
Your memories shadow, vaporously appears to me at night,
as essence of past removals.
You refusing to stay gone, I reach out in sleep from behind my eyes, with the will to touch that preceded arms and hands.
When momentary, dreaming, I capture your lost essence, its gone but not forgotten, sadly silent,
solidly material, far removed from my hands and arms.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Mozart's Sisters deficiency
Mozart's Sisters deficiency
fiction
edward w pritchard
Nanerell Mozart's, Wolfgang's sister, real name was Maria Anna and later was called Marianne. As a child of nine, she was considered a prodigy at the harpsichord and when her Father, a famed composer himself, took Nanerell and Wolfgang on tour in Europe, to raise money for the family, she initially received top billing. In time however, Wolfgang's genius in composing at an early age set him in all eye's as the family genius and eventually the Father, Leopold quit composing and the Sister quit touring professionally.
The questions that begs to be answered was the sister, left behind because of lack of talent or de facto discrimination against her as a woman. By all accounts she was a dutiful daughter, bowing out as necessary to her controlling Father. Wolfgang himself, although strong willed likewise had issues with his interfering Father as he got older.
Wolfgang developed as an enfant terrible, and displayed the genius and will necessary to get his talent out to the public despite the provincialism of Salsburg and the times he grew up in.
Nanerell at the Father's objection, did not marry the man she loved, her music teacher, and seemed to live in the shadow of her talented brother, although she seemed a good sister, despite later issues with Wolfgang's wife.
Mozart's son, Franz was also a talented musician but seemed unable to overcome his Father's image. He never married or had children and is remembered to posterity for his epitaph to his famous Father. Was Nanerell a similar situation. Was she paired with a brother, Wolfgang, who was of such genius that her light refused to shine beyond a certain point.
We can never know the motivations of the strict Father of Wolfgang and Nanerell. However, without taking away from the world class, once in a thousand years genius of Wolfgang Mozart; it seems safe to say that the sister, Nanerell Mozart's genius was neglected at age 13 or so, perhaps because she got sick[ as did Wolfgang on tour] and she was thereafter encouraged to stay home with the Mother and her light eventually ceased to shine as genius.
What if there had been no Wolfgang? Would the ambitious Father have put his efforts into developing as a composer his only Daughter? Would Nanerell Mozart then have been the once in a thousand year genius?
fiction
edward w pritchard
Nanerell Mozart's, Wolfgang's sister, real name was Maria Anna and later was called Marianne. As a child of nine, she was considered a prodigy at the harpsichord and when her Father, a famed composer himself, took Nanerell and Wolfgang on tour in Europe, to raise money for the family, she initially received top billing. In time however, Wolfgang's genius in composing at an early age set him in all eye's as the family genius and eventually the Father, Leopold quit composing and the Sister quit touring professionally.
The questions that begs to be answered was the sister, left behind because of lack of talent or de facto discrimination against her as a woman. By all accounts she was a dutiful daughter, bowing out as necessary to her controlling Father. Wolfgang himself, although strong willed likewise had issues with his interfering Father as he got older.
Wolfgang developed as an enfant terrible, and displayed the genius and will necessary to get his talent out to the public despite the provincialism of Salsburg and the times he grew up in.
Nanerell at the Father's objection, did not marry the man she loved, her music teacher, and seemed to live in the shadow of her talented brother, although she seemed a good sister, despite later issues with Wolfgang's wife.
Mozart's son, Franz was also a talented musician but seemed unable to overcome his Father's image. He never married or had children and is remembered to posterity for his epitaph to his famous Father. Was Nanerell a similar situation. Was she paired with a brother, Wolfgang, who was of such genius that her light refused to shine beyond a certain point.
We can never know the motivations of the strict Father of Wolfgang and Nanerell. However, without taking away from the world class, once in a thousand years genius of Wolfgang Mozart; it seems safe to say that the sister, Nanerell Mozart's genius was neglected at age 13 or so, perhaps because she got sick[ as did Wolfgang on tour] and she was thereafter encouraged to stay home with the Mother and her light eventually ceased to shine as genius.
What if there had been no Wolfgang? Would the ambitious Father have put his efforts into developing as a composer his only Daughter? Would Nanerell Mozart then have been the once in a thousand year genius?
A light rain was falling- identity theft
A light rain was falling- identity theft
fiction
edward w pritchard
A light rain was falling when Wren lost his identity. It was not just something that happened to him but something he orchestrated carefully. Wren drove up to Youngstown and hired a thug to steal his identity.
Starting over had proven elusive at best and trying to make a clean sweep of things Wren paid 600 dollars to have himself erased and he lost his identity like a moth losing the accumulated materials of the last two years growth and development.
Driving his old car back toward home, Wren felt a joy of lightness that he wouldn't have to make the car payment or the on-line auto insurance minimum coverage premium for now and decided to drive the car anyway until he determined his next step.
fiction
edward w pritchard
A light rain was falling when Wren lost his identity. It was not just something that happened to him but something he orchestrated carefully. Wren drove up to Youngstown and hired a thug to steal his identity.
Starting over had proven elusive at best and trying to make a clean sweep of things Wren paid 600 dollars to have himself erased and he lost his identity like a moth losing the accumulated materials of the last two years growth and development.
Driving his old car back toward home, Wren felt a joy of lightness that he wouldn't have to make the car payment or the on-line auto insurance minimum coverage premium for now and decided to drive the car anyway until he determined his next step.
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