Stephanie Trick & Jörg Hegemann -- "Shout for Joy"
fiction
edward w pritchard
Music review
Stephanie Trick & Jörg Hegemann -- "Shout for Joy", duet on You Tube
She is beautiful, precocious, likeable and charming. She starts off " doot, doot, doot, doot, / doot, doot, doot, doot, plen. Stephanie Trick
Then he begins to play. That powerful left hand. The audience takes note and maybe Albert Ammons hears that left hand from heaven. It's quite rare. Maybe not Albert, but anyone alive who ever built a fine piano must appreciate it being played like that. Then he smiles a little at the audience in the middle, after a difficult run that challenged him. Jorg Hegemann.
He is gracious, after; deferring to her. She smiles that beautiful smile, acknowledging genius.
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Monday, February 13, 2012
Sunday, February 12, 2012
a kiss before surrender
a kiss before surrender
fiction
edwad w pritchard
I was having the premonition again. About Julia. About Julia although we had just met and things were going well. Our relationship was new and everything was intense. We were very close, always.
I could just see the first signs of doubt dart across her eyes. I had done this before. Many times. A kiss my dear before surrender. I can't think about it now. Don't look at my eyes and don't stop to think. Just go with it. Julia, stay with me, Julia stay in the moment.
fiction
edwad w pritchard
I was having the premonition again. About Julia. About Julia although we had just met and things were going well. Our relationship was new and everything was intense. We were very close, always.
I could just see the first signs of doubt dart across her eyes. I had done this before. Many times. A kiss my dear before surrender. I can't think about it now. Don't look at my eyes and don't stop to think. Just go with it. Julia, stay with me, Julia stay in the moment.
Unit Ohio, NCO training section 200; rambling coyotes
Unit Ohio, NCO training section 200; rambling coyotes
fiction
edward w pritchard
Most of the new recruits were alone sitting in groups of two or three at Bob Heton's Kentucky Fried Chicken here in Kent . Some were outside in winter cold clutching dearly to girl friends, a few Mother's were sitting in the parking lot in expensive cars with Son's leaning at the window and a half dozen soon to be soldiers were standing outside the doorway having a last smoke with their new Sergeant.
My son and I had been sitting here for over an hour having the original recipe fried chicken. There was plenty of chicken left and the sides were untouched and Paulie was passing out the balance of the box to the young men sitting around us. No food was allowed on the bus to Camp Perry Joint Training Center. Paulie and I were sitting at the same table we were at nine years ago when Sheriff Winston, my high school Assistant football coach, had called me here at midnight to retrieve Paulie and Sam Murphy for being inside the fence of the East Ohio Gas building.
As I watched Paulie interact with the other boys I doodled arrows with my thumb on the frosted window. Bob needed to get some heat here in his restaurant. I was fighting off the urge to check over Paulie's small suitcase he was allowed to take on the Bus to Camp Perry. After Camp Perry Paulie had ten weeks of Basic down South and then four months of individual training before his unit of the Ohio National Guard went to Pakistan. Paulie stood by the windows a minute and watched the couples outside kissing desperately. I read over the brochure about the operation at Camp Perry again. I had under lined most of it and drawn a few arrows. Paulie didn't want to take the leaflet with him and had handed it back to me. The Adjutant General in command at the Camp Perry training center is a woman.
The Sergeant shook my hand. I hadn't been in the military but my Dad had; he wouldn't talk about World War two. I listened to the Sergeant organize the group and get them on the bus. One of the Mother's was having trouble with her car and I took a look under the hood; standing by the car I could hear hear the Sergeant on the bus giving the squad their new nickname, the Rambling Coyotes. After the bus pulled off I watched it enter 76 West toward Lake Erie. The brochure had said they had a State of the art Dining facility at Camp Perry. I didn't know if the Camp where Paulie would start his training at to be a soldier sat directly on Lake Erie. I wanted to call my ex-wife but she had said goodbye yesterday to Paulie. Driving back to my apartment over the slippery treacherous roads I kept worrying about the bus and wondered how long it would be before Paulie could give me a call.
fiction
edward w pritchard
Most of the new recruits were alone sitting in groups of two or three at Bob Heton's Kentucky Fried Chicken here in Kent . Some were outside in winter cold clutching dearly to girl friends, a few Mother's were sitting in the parking lot in expensive cars with Son's leaning at the window and a half dozen soon to be soldiers were standing outside the doorway having a last smoke with their new Sergeant.
My son and I had been sitting here for over an hour having the original recipe fried chicken. There was plenty of chicken left and the sides were untouched and Paulie was passing out the balance of the box to the young men sitting around us. No food was allowed on the bus to Camp Perry Joint Training Center. Paulie and I were sitting at the same table we were at nine years ago when Sheriff Winston, my high school Assistant football coach, had called me here at midnight to retrieve Paulie and Sam Murphy for being inside the fence of the East Ohio Gas building.
As I watched Paulie interact with the other boys I doodled arrows with my thumb on the frosted window. Bob needed to get some heat here in his restaurant. I was fighting off the urge to check over Paulie's small suitcase he was allowed to take on the Bus to Camp Perry. After Camp Perry Paulie had ten weeks of Basic down South and then four months of individual training before his unit of the Ohio National Guard went to Pakistan. Paulie stood by the windows a minute and watched the couples outside kissing desperately. I read over the brochure about the operation at Camp Perry again. I had under lined most of it and drawn a few arrows. Paulie didn't want to take the leaflet with him and had handed it back to me. The Adjutant General in command at the Camp Perry training center is a woman.
The Sergeant shook my hand. I hadn't been in the military but my Dad had; he wouldn't talk about World War two. I listened to the Sergeant organize the group and get them on the bus. One of the Mother's was having trouble with her car and I took a look under the hood; standing by the car I could hear hear the Sergeant on the bus giving the squad their new nickname, the Rambling Coyotes. After the bus pulled off I watched it enter 76 West toward Lake Erie. The brochure had said they had a State of the art Dining facility at Camp Perry. I didn't know if the Camp where Paulie would start his training at to be a soldier sat directly on Lake Erie. I wanted to call my ex-wife but she had said goodbye yesterday to Paulie. Driving back to my apartment over the slippery treacherous roads I kept worrying about the bus and wondered how long it would be before Paulie could give me a call.
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
i never built a building
i never built a building
fiction
edward w pritchard
I never built a building,
I never surveyed a new State,
I never constructed a house,
I never tried a case,
I never grew a business.
I'm glad someone built three art museums,
the Uffizi, the Prado and the Met.
I am glad someone painted paintings,
Leonardo, Van Gogh and Vermeer.
I am glad that someone built a house to keep off the rain and snow.
I am glad that soldiers stand in the ready to deter attack.
Mostly I just think, and ask questions and challenge God's motives.
Someday I'll be gone,
I hope somebody looks after the paintings.
fiction
edward w pritchard
I never built a building,
I never surveyed a new State,
I never constructed a house,
I never tried a case,
I never grew a business.
I'm glad someone built three art museums,
the Uffizi, the Prado and the Met.
I am glad someone painted paintings,
Leonardo, Van Gogh and Vermeer.
I am glad that someone built a house to keep off the rain and snow.
I am glad that soldiers stand in the ready to deter attack.
Mostly I just think, and ask questions and challenge God's motives.
Someday I'll be gone,
I hope somebody looks after the paintings.
teaching handicapped students
teaching handicapped students
fiction
edward w pritchard
Teaching handicapped students is too sad.
Jesus, Genetics, do you make tottering people how they are? Why is it so?
Jesus, Why are things like they are,
it's just not fair.
I want to reach out my hands and
pull the barb wire wrapped around and around the handicapped students
and break the sharp parts connected deep underground, from the distant past
an unwelcome gift, from where and when?
Sometimes I want to fly up high
and take shaking people somewhere else,
to get another chance.
Sometimes the barb wire cuts my hands and wrists and it hurts too bad.
Somtimes I try to fly high
but my wings get clipped and fall off
and wings are fried in boiling oil in scalding pain,
until I can't lift my hands or move my arms
.
Help me Jesus,
flex your hands
spread your arms,
show me what to do.
Jesus,
can you help,
Jesus,
can you do anything?
fiction
edward w pritchard
Teaching handicapped students is too sad.
Jesus, Genetics, do you make tottering people how they are? Why is it so?
Jesus, Why are things like they are,
it's just not fair.
I want to reach out my hands and
pull the barb wire wrapped around and around the handicapped students
and break the sharp parts connected deep underground, from the distant past
an unwelcome gift, from where and when?
Sometimes I want to fly up high
and take shaking people somewhere else,
to get another chance.
Sometimes the barb wire cuts my hands and wrists and it hurts too bad.
Somtimes I try to fly high
but my wings get clipped and fall off
and wings are fried in boiling oil in scalding pain,
until I can't lift my hands or move my arms
.
Help me Jesus,
flex your hands
spread your arms,
show me what to do.
Jesus,
can you help,
Jesus,
can you do anything?
Sunday, February 5, 2012
it's just a matter of time
it's just a matter of time
fiction
edward w pritchard
It's just a matter of time
until you forget the time and date.
A policeman or doctor stops you and asks
what year is it.
You are very tired or even sick today.
What year?
2011 or 2012, or 1966.
They have every right to question you
here in front of them by chance,
it had to happen.
Where are they taking me now.
fiction
edward w pritchard
It's just a matter of time
until you forget the time and date.
A policeman or doctor stops you and asks
what year is it.
You are very tired or even sick today.
What year?
2011 or 2012, or 1966.
They have every right to question you
here in front of them by chance,
it had to happen.
Where are they taking me now.
Saturday, February 4, 2012
Boiled and stuffed Neitzsche's influence on twentieth century politics
Boiled and stuffed Neitzche's influence on twentieth century politics
fiction
edward w pritchard
Story has no meaning, except to reinforce by example that attempts at irony do not provide profit to author
Boiled and stuffed after his eventual death following ten years of incapacitation by paralysis Nietzsche stuffed and incarnate was carried about Europe for exhibition as the times required.
Ironically many German soldiers who often carried copies of Thus Spoke Zarathustra into battle and who were later blown to shreds by the new American made scrap metal bombs were united bodily as well as spiritually with their dead hero Nietzsche. As the body of Nietzsche was carried about the trenches of world war one on a pole it was often the target of allied bombs and when hit missing pieces of the boiled and stuffed body of Nietzsche was repaired with actual pieces of bone and flesh from German and even French and British soldiers. The uniforms of the Allied soldiers were never added to the boiled and stuffed incarnate body of Nietzsche for as every school boy knows from the study of philosophy the influence of Nietzsche on twentieth century thought has been anything but uniform.
By World War two the idea of carrying the boiled and stuffed body of the dead philosopher Nietzsche about on a pole seemed rather passe and quaint. New methods of warfare and new ways of looking at the world doomed the idolization of the philosopher Nietzsche. However it might be added the American President Richard Nixon had a strange interest in the work of Nietzsche and often consulted the body as a whole of Nietzsche's work to help in his preparation for war against the people of Vietnam. Where the right wing fascination with the theories of Nietzsche will re-appear in the twenty first century is unknown.
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fiction
edward w pritchard
Story has no meaning, except to reinforce by example that attempts at irony do not provide profit to author
Boiled and stuffed after his eventual death following ten years of incapacitation by paralysis Nietzsche stuffed and incarnate was carried about Europe for exhibition as the times required.
Ironically many German soldiers who often carried copies of Thus Spoke Zarathustra into battle and who were later blown to shreds by the new American made scrap metal bombs were united bodily as well as spiritually with their dead hero Nietzsche. As the body of Nietzsche was carried about the trenches of world war one on a pole it was often the target of allied bombs and when hit missing pieces of the boiled and stuffed body of Nietzsche was repaired with actual pieces of bone and flesh from German and even French and British soldiers. The uniforms of the Allied soldiers were never added to the boiled and stuffed incarnate body of Nietzsche for as every school boy knows from the study of philosophy the influence of Nietzsche on twentieth century thought has been anything but uniform.
By World War two the idea of carrying the boiled and stuffed body of the dead philosopher Nietzsche about on a pole seemed rather passe and quaint. New methods of warfare and new ways of looking at the world doomed the idolization of the philosopher Nietzsche. However it might be added the American President Richard Nixon had a strange interest in the work of Nietzsche and often consulted the body as a whole of Nietzsche's work to help in his preparation for war against the people of Vietnam. Where the right wing fascination with the theories of Nietzsche will re-appear in the twenty first century is unknown.
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