being, nothingness
fiction
Edward w Pritchard
No longer a college student, should I close my books?
No longer a son, should I cease to perform the ancestor worship rituals?
No long a husband, should I cease to be a Father?
No longer robust, strong and vital, should I cease to feel immortal?
No longer sure of anything, should I cease to ask?
No longer myself who existed in the past, should I cease to be me?
Bad faith, or nothingness; who are we when we aren't ourselves any more?
Please send me a movie with the role I should play highlighted. Please no more
snapshots of myself from before. That character is extinguished.
Nothingness, one day at a time in the here and now.
I"ll sit in a coffee house in Paris of the Past and listen to Sartre expound on everything,
while I try to remember what happened to myself.
Who ever are we when who we thought we were is gone?
No longer affiliated with Country, creed or kin,
Free to sleep with the light off, free to turn our back on the Devil,
More curious than concerned, tomorrow never comes.
Wednesday, April 30, 2014
Monday, April 28, 2014
Reunion with God/ repost
reunion with God
fiction
edward w pritchard
Should i die before I wake:
I yearn for reunion with GOD but cannot find him.
So I make myself bigger, and I am mankind, all 6 billion of us.
I have sense and sensibility
But I cannot taste touch or feel God and my senses doubt he is there, and I cannot find him.
Intellectually, I contemplate, abstract and conceptualize God
But I cannot find him, so I make myself bigger.
I am EARTH, and all things on it, and I am will
That will started with me as a rock in space with the incredible will to grow
I pulled other rocks and debris and eventually the pieces became part of me
and I grew large and hot and transformed
and each thing material or life had will and we grew, but as one.
and we are whole but we can not find God, so I grow bigger
I am a GALAXY, and physical laws and light and movement
and everything in me races and spins
and collides, and aggregates, and is spectacular
but I cannot find God, so I grow bigger
I am the entire UNIVERSE,
I stop, start and grow many times
but I yearn for reunion with God
But I cannot find him, so I make myself smaller
I am a QUARK
and I am impossibility, I die sometimes before I exist
and I am simultaneous
and I am right but cannot find left
So I long for God, but cannot find him so I make myself bigger
So I am MYSELF [Me]
and I sleep to search for God
but my senses interrupt and do not allow me to control my dreams
and then, I think, and am outside of time, and I think of God
but my senses interrupt, and I die
and yearn for reunion with God
And I am a ROCK in space and I long to aggregate to search for GOD.
fiction
edward w pritchard
Should i die before I wake:
I yearn for reunion with GOD but cannot find him.
So I make myself bigger, and I am mankind, all 6 billion of us.
I have sense and sensibility
But I cannot taste touch or feel God and my senses doubt he is there, and I cannot find him.
Intellectually, I contemplate, abstract and conceptualize God
But I cannot find him, so I make myself bigger.
I am EARTH, and all things on it, and I am will
That will started with me as a rock in space with the incredible will to grow
I pulled other rocks and debris and eventually the pieces became part of me
and I grew large and hot and transformed
and each thing material or life had will and we grew, but as one.
and we are whole but we can not find God, so I grow bigger
I am a GALAXY, and physical laws and light and movement
and everything in me races and spins
and collides, and aggregates, and is spectacular
but I cannot find God, so I grow bigger
I am the entire UNIVERSE,
I stop, start and grow many times
but I yearn for reunion with God
But I cannot find him, so I make myself smaller
I am a QUARK
and I am impossibility, I die sometimes before I exist
and I am simultaneous
and I am right but cannot find left
So I long for God, but cannot find him so I make myself bigger
So I am MYSELF [Me]
and I sleep to search for God
but my senses interrupt and do not allow me to control my dreams
and then, I think, and am outside of time, and I think of God
but my senses interrupt, and I die
and yearn for reunion with God
And I am a ROCK in space and I long to aggregate to search for GOD.
you know it's gone too far when God sends the Jehovah's Witnesses to your door at 10AM Sunday morning
You know it's gone too far when God sends the Jehovah's Witnesses to your door at 10AM Sunday morning
fiction
edward w pritchard
You know it's gone too far when God sends the Jehovah's Witnesses to your door at 10AM Sunday morning. Like all proselytizers they are here to judge you. Insistent direct insinuations ask they like a new Lawyer on her first direct. Grip their hand firmly and pull it toward yourself to escape the barrage.
Music next to start another Sunday. Johnny Cash " Sunday Morning Coming Down" redux. Then Anne Mauray " Just a closer Walk with thee". Finish with Mahalia Jackson " What a friend we have in Jesus".
Excuse me if I wasn't up to speed Sunday April 27, 2014. I certainly didn't want to be goaded into a fight. It's just you know it's gone too far when God sends the Jehovah's Witnesses to your door at 10AM Sunday morning.
Suburban cowboy alone redux another sad Sunday morning going down.
fiction
edward w pritchard
You know it's gone too far when God sends the Jehovah's Witnesses to your door at 10AM Sunday morning. Like all proselytizers they are here to judge you. Insistent direct insinuations ask they like a new Lawyer on her first direct. Grip their hand firmly and pull it toward yourself to escape the barrage.
Music next to start another Sunday. Johnny Cash " Sunday Morning Coming Down" redux. Then Anne Mauray " Just a closer Walk with thee". Finish with Mahalia Jackson " What a friend we have in Jesus".
Excuse me if I wasn't up to speed Sunday April 27, 2014. I certainly didn't want to be goaded into a fight. It's just you know it's gone too far when God sends the Jehovah's Witnesses to your door at 10AM Sunday morning.
Suburban cowboy alone redux another sad Sunday morning going down.
Dealing with your true loves hate and loathing for you/ draft 2
Dealing with your true loves hate and loathing for you/draft 2
fiction
edward w Pritchard
Faced with the hatred and loathing for myself from my beloved I become again fledgling in love's sport. I found myself guilty of crimes against my beloved and having suffered greatly for seven years and being properly remorseful, now with time moved forward, have forgiven myself. Seeking no material gain, or forgiveness from another at this time, now I only wish to understand the path of love turned to hate and loathing.
Initially love commenced as sexual infatuation, subconscious urges to create life. In time excess passion ruled my thoughts toward her. Daily my furor for her grew as I neglected my duties, lost my good name, and became dependent on her for praise and sustenance. Naturally she began to resent this.
Sensing dissatisfaction of myself from my Love every disagreement becomes crisis, every difference of opinion becomes philosophical schism. From this tempest my mind became consumed with restlessness and worry. The end result of the turmoil was a demolition of the peace and calm of our household.
Eventually the top blows off the house and a dissolution of affection occurs.
Years pass. Through study and reflection the mind becomes purged of worry and the heart becomes weak but serene. Relative happiness is achieved.
Mortal life is short and filled with sadness. To send hate and loathing to the one you still secretly Love and admire is not conducive to happiness and joy. Forgive them, forgive yourself your shortcomings. Far out in the lonely woods listen to the gentle winds and hear your loves soft voice anew. Sunrise, sunset, enjoy sweet memories past of her as they float uncalled across your mind. In the patterns of the stars see her forgotten movements and in the motion of the planets detect her coy smile.
Regrets? When you met her you fell in love based on the information at hand. Her light smile and gentle voice. Her genuine affection for you. Far into the future you could see not. Your heart lead you initially in your decision to ask for her hand and your head concurred. The right decision at the time.
Regret not then your choice. Rehash not other possibilities other roads not taken. Bemoan not yourself for refusing mid course corrections clamping your hands and eyes on another choosing instead to go down with the ship.
Post separation maintain pure and innocent tender memories concerning years past. Don't repaint pleasant past times with recriminations or suspicions originated by loneliness.
With pure heart maintain love and affection for former friend though they call you not.
fiction
edward w Pritchard
Dealing with your true loves hate and loathing for you requires new skills, new philosophies, and adroit sensibilities.
Start
with the sophisticated French philosophers, they were experienced in
such matters. One can only imagine the peculiarities those guys rolled
about in when it came to relations of the heart. La Rouchefoucauld
says " if a heart can no longer love it must hate, passionately". I am
like you no novice to amour, but I have only loved once, have only one
beloved.Faced with the hatred and loathing for myself from my beloved I become again fledgling in love's sport. I found myself guilty of crimes against my beloved and having suffered greatly for seven years and being properly remorseful, now with time moved forward, have forgiven myself. Seeking no material gain, or forgiveness from another at this time, now I only wish to understand the path of love turned to hate and loathing.
Initially love commenced as sexual infatuation, subconscious urges to create life. In time excess passion ruled my thoughts toward her. Daily my furor for her grew as I neglected my duties, lost my good name, and became dependent on her for praise and sustenance. Naturally she began to resent this.
Sensing dissatisfaction of myself from my Love every disagreement becomes crisis, every difference of opinion becomes philosophical schism. From this tempest my mind became consumed with restlessness and worry. The end result of the turmoil was a demolition of the peace and calm of our household.
Eventually the top blows off the house and a dissolution of affection occurs.
Years pass. Through study and reflection the mind becomes purged of worry and the heart becomes weak but serene. Relative happiness is achieved.
Mortal life is short and filled with sadness. To send hate and loathing to the one you still secretly Love and admire is not conducive to happiness and joy. Forgive them, forgive yourself your shortcomings. Far out in the lonely woods listen to the gentle winds and hear your loves soft voice anew. Sunrise, sunset, enjoy sweet memories past of her as they float uncalled across your mind. In the patterns of the stars see her forgotten movements and in the motion of the planets detect her coy smile.
Regrets? When you met her you fell in love based on the information at hand. Her light smile and gentle voice. Her genuine affection for you. Far into the future you could see not. Your heart lead you initially in your decision to ask for her hand and your head concurred. The right decision at the time.
Regret not then your choice. Rehash not other possibilities other roads not taken. Bemoan not yourself for refusing mid course corrections clamping your hands and eyes on another choosing instead to go down with the ship.
Post separation maintain pure and innocent tender memories concerning years past. Don't repaint pleasant past times with recriminations or suspicions originated by loneliness.
With pure heart maintain love and affection for former friend though they call you not.
why do we mourn the dead when we are the ones who suffer?
why do we mourn the dead when we are the ones who suffer?
fiction
edward w pritchard
Why do we mourn the dead when we are the ones who suffer?
Late at night a mournful train whistle blows far off in the night. The moaning continues insufferably. Then the sound is gone, removed soon forgotten. Forever silenced casting no net into the future. Significance nil.
So it is with those who pass on. A tumultuous sea of suffering and no one to share it with, no one who understands. Alone we sing into a sea of sorrow.
Please Lord explain so I understand. I am on fire with expectation. Moaning insufferably soon forgotten.
fiction
edward w pritchard
Why do we mourn the dead when we are the ones who suffer?
Late at night a mournful train whistle blows far off in the night. The moaning continues insufferably. Then the sound is gone, removed soon forgotten. Forever silenced casting no net into the future. Significance nil.
So it is with those who pass on. A tumultuous sea of suffering and no one to share it with, no one who understands. Alone we sing into a sea of sorrow.
Please Lord explain so I understand. I am on fire with expectation. Moaning insufferably soon forgotten.
Sunday, April 27, 2014
Every morning the ritual of the reading of the charge and verdict were read promptly
Every morning the ritual of the reading of the charge and verdict were read promptly
fiction
edward w pritchard
Every morning the ritual of the reading of the charge and verdict were read promptly at 8AM.
First the prisoner was awakened and shaved and completed his toilette. At half past seven the breakfast of the day was served, according to the day of the week and the cook's whim unless there was a drought in the local countryside or other such interruption of the routine.
At five of eight the prisoner Delton Wilberry was returned to his cell and sat in his chair facing the doorway. At exactly eight AM Jailer Johnson read the verdict again as he had done yesterday and the day before and the day before that for the last six years and four months and three day. Jailer Johnson would continue to read the prisoner the verdict for the next thirteen years seven months and 27 days or until he Jailer Johnson became very sick or expired and was unable to complete all the duties of his job as a jailer.
After the verdict and sentence was read Delton Wilberry went about his day there in the cell. Sometimes the jailers would issue Delton a new razor or soap and other toiletries for the next morning. Lunch was at noon and dinner at 5:30 PM sharp. Each afternoon there was a half hour mandatory exercise period in the yard barring heavy rains.
Usually Delton Wilberry was indifferent concerning the reading of the verdict and sentence. Sometimes however, Delton would react with emotion or passion to the mornings AM reading of the verdict and sentence. At times it seemed he was hearing the verdict for the first time. No matter despite Delton's reaction to the verdict the routine of the jail would be exactly the same each day and tomorrow at 8 AM sharp the verdict and sentencing would be promptly reread again.
Unless there was a drought or other disruption in the local countryside the routine at the jail would be followed every day.The prisoners reaction to the reading of the verdict and sentence in reality had no bearing on the operation of the jail or the job description of the jailers on duty.
fiction
edward w pritchard
Every morning the ritual of the reading of the charge and verdict were read promptly at 8AM.
First the prisoner was awakened and shaved and completed his toilette. At half past seven the breakfast of the day was served, according to the day of the week and the cook's whim unless there was a drought in the local countryside or other such interruption of the routine.
At five of eight the prisoner Delton Wilberry was returned to his cell and sat in his chair facing the doorway. At exactly eight AM Jailer Johnson read the verdict again as he had done yesterday and the day before and the day before that for the last six years and four months and three day. Jailer Johnson would continue to read the prisoner the verdict for the next thirteen years seven months and 27 days or until he Jailer Johnson became very sick or expired and was unable to complete all the duties of his job as a jailer.
After the verdict and sentence was read Delton Wilberry went about his day there in the cell. Sometimes the jailers would issue Delton a new razor or soap and other toiletries for the next morning. Lunch was at noon and dinner at 5:30 PM sharp. Each afternoon there was a half hour mandatory exercise period in the yard barring heavy rains.
Usually Delton Wilberry was indifferent concerning the reading of the verdict and sentence. Sometimes however, Delton would react with emotion or passion to the mornings AM reading of the verdict and sentence. At times it seemed he was hearing the verdict for the first time. No matter despite Delton's reaction to the verdict the routine of the jail would be exactly the same each day and tomorrow at 8 AM sharp the verdict and sentencing would be promptly reread again.
Unless there was a drought or other disruption in the local countryside the routine at the jail would be followed every day.The prisoners reaction to the reading of the verdict and sentence in reality had no bearing on the operation of the jail or the job description of the jailers on duty.
Advice on inflation, interest on savings, productivity of soldiers, good prices at your real grocery store/part 1
Advice on inflation, interest on savings, productivity of soldiers, good prices at your real grocery store/ part 1
fiction
edward w pritchard
People are not good at figuring out what is actually happening but that doesn't stop armchair experts from looking for the cause and effect between everything and anything and writing about it.
This is another of one of those type of articles about inflation and prices. This is advice for young people who are unaware what it means when the Government tells us that inflation will return for real soon.
Back in 1974 or thereabouts this old writer was selling insurance to black folks in the urban neighborhood trying to get started in life. One afternoon an eighty eight year old black man retired from " The Goodyear" explained to me what inflation was. I was trying to sell him an another insurance policy he didn't need.
" He said, concerning inflation " when the government says inflation is low I get 2% interest on the five thousand dollars I have in the bank and if I want to buy a nice steak I pay 99 cents a pound for a good steak. " If the government says inflation has went up to 16% per year I get about 16% interest on my 5,000 that I have in the bank on the money that it took me my whole life to save. With low inflation I get one hundred dollars interest per year on my money that I can spend if I want to buy a steak now and then or with sixteen per cent inflation and interest rates on savings accounts I get eight hundred dollars a year in interest on my money but with higher inflation a nice steak costs more, about five dollars a pound. Either way I can only have steak a few times a year because my digestion is delicate nowadays. "Well", he said "I guess I'll take the inflation if I can and then I'll choose when to eat steak and what to buy with the higher interest I earn on the money I have in the Bank."
Another time...
end part 1
fiction
edward w pritchard
People are not good at figuring out what is actually happening but that doesn't stop armchair experts from looking for the cause and effect between everything and anything and writing about it.
This is another of one of those type of articles about inflation and prices. This is advice for young people who are unaware what it means when the Government tells us that inflation will return for real soon.
Back in 1974 or thereabouts this old writer was selling insurance to black folks in the urban neighborhood trying to get started in life. One afternoon an eighty eight year old black man retired from " The Goodyear" explained to me what inflation was. I was trying to sell him an another insurance policy he didn't need.
" He said, concerning inflation " when the government says inflation is low I get 2% interest on the five thousand dollars I have in the bank and if I want to buy a nice steak I pay 99 cents a pound for a good steak. " If the government says inflation has went up to 16% per year I get about 16% interest on my 5,000 that I have in the bank on the money that it took me my whole life to save. With low inflation I get one hundred dollars interest per year on my money that I can spend if I want to buy a steak now and then or with sixteen per cent inflation and interest rates on savings accounts I get eight hundred dollars a year in interest on my money but with higher inflation a nice steak costs more, about five dollars a pound. Either way I can only have steak a few times a year because my digestion is delicate nowadays. "Well", he said "I guess I'll take the inflation if I can and then I'll choose when to eat steak and what to buy with the higher interest I earn on the money I have in the Bank."
Another time...
end part 1
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