Rioting in an american memory play

 Rioting in an american memory play

fiction

edward w pritchard

I am concerned that this rioting recently occurring in america cities will disrupt the apartment and glass menagerie collection of our casual friend Laura Wingfield  of St Louis, Mo. As you may recall the apartment can only be entered by the fire escape and due to Laura's brother not paying a recent electric bill the apartment is temporarily without electricity. 

I am worried that Laura will trip and fall in the darkness partially caused because of the electric bill situation and from complications of her bad leg. If I could get over to the St.Louis of the 1940's America I would take an old paint brush and paint a red cross on the door of the Wingfield  apartment at the fire escape entrance so the rioters would know that the people living there are one of us; good Americans a little down on their luck. 

Perhaps if anyone reading this gets over that way, to St Louis in a memory play of the 1940's  written by Tennessee Williams they can help Laura Wingfield, also known as Blue Roses, sign up for disability because of her bad leg and the anxiety caused by her inability to properly entertain gentlemen callers. Although I  only know Laura casually I often worry about her and her Mother living there alone in St Louis where nothing ever changes for a poor family living at the top of the fire escape in a dusty old apartment with no electricity and only a glass menagerie collection of horse and unicorn figurines for entertainment.    

Universe expands in all directions faster than the speed of light

 Universe expands in all directions faster than the speed of light

fiction

edward w pritchard

Beloved little boy now a man on his wedding day. Father sitting alone watches ceremony unfold

with proper commotion. Recall son universe expands in all directions faster than the speed of light. 

Boy vanished Father eclipsed.

America I loved you purely

 America I loved you purely

fiction

edward w pritchard

America I loved you purely. Now with no schadenfreude I watch you de-evolve. For lack of morals and no philosophy to hide within my country t'is of thee dissolves before mine eyes. Like a pretty college girl sadder thinking of her six semester fling with her professor I see my Country for what it is.

Crouch on the floor of your cave wearing your mask until in desperation everyone prays for the miraculous vaccine. Clutch to your money mine America and read about German hyper inflation of 1923 and the auto biography of myth maker Albert Speer. 

Flee the cities and hide the children in the bulrushes. An ill wind blows in from across Manchuria. 

  

Fade away Jesus

Fade Away Jesus

fiction

edward w pritchard

First Jesus faded from the scene. 

Then quit spending money. History sanitized and philosophy vanished.

Wait to be ambulance driven to hospital at $1000 a trip. No crowds, no funerals, no more statues.

Cover your face and steel up your heart. Listen at length for the air born sirens to end the crisis. 

Edit and rewind better to have died in battle. 

the train doesn't run to Gettysburg anymore

the Train doesn't run to Gettysburg anymore

fiction
edward w pritchard

The owner told us the train doesn't run to Gettysburg any more a while back so we walk back and forth from East Canton, Ohio over to Gettysburg, Pa on old route 30 with all the paraphernalia for our small circus. The townies don't like circus folks so mostly we travel at night.

Sometimes I walk with the two white elephants for company me being lonely a lot. I enjoy a clear sky for stargazing but a light rain is more than fine also. The rain on the hilly pavement is good companionship and is nice white noise to the clump of the elephants steady steps. Hannibal got elephants over the Alps in winter.

Usually I wear a small backpack with my personal items in it and carry a small old fashion slate chalkboard and two pieces of yellow chalk to write myself  important notes of things I don't want to forget.

There isn't much traffic on 30 these days but a couple of years ago I remember a car went whizzing by with a song on the radio by old Tampa Red  "when things go wrong with you it hurts me too"; ever since  I often hear that old song in my head when I am walking at night. Tampa Red was light skinned and often played a kazoo along with his primitive slide guitar.

If we are trudging up a long hill on a dark night sometimes I will write down a girls name I used to know with my chalk I carry on my small chalk board so I don't forget her and then when I get to the top of the grade I eventually erase her name and put the chalk and chalk board back in my backpack. Doctors say its good for the heart to walk up long steep hills course they do it themselves in a nice car.

Later tonight we should cross the Ohio river on the Jennings bridge. Route 30 only runs for four miles in West Virginia so that part of the trip is a short walk. Coming or going R 30 in WV is no trouble at all.

today is June 16th a most significant day

today is June 16th a most significant day

fiction
edward w pritchard

Today is June 16th a most significant day. Significant that is in Ireland for June 16th 1904 is celebrated year after year because that's the day writer James Joyce chose to have Leopold Bloom spend one extraordinary long day on June 16th 1904; now known as Bloomsday in Dublin Ireland.

You remember the book " Ulysses"; no American has ever finished the novel. Still even here it is acknowledged  as a masterpiece.

June 16th 2020 is a drag here in America.  Covid 19 disrupting the economy, rioting and protests,
and opinion polls today showing only 14% of Americans are extraordinarily happy this June 16th 2020.

Lets go back to 1904.

it shall be so

it shall be so

fiction
edward w pritchard

When are protesters and marchers a mob? Read Shakespeare's" Coriolanus" or if you are not inclined
to read watch Ralph Fiennes trial before the people on you tube's "Coriolanus" clip.

It shall be so say the good citizens.