Fainting for the first time late in life's journey

 Fainting for the first time late in life's journey

fiction

edward w pritchard

Recently I had the experience of fainting for the first time late in life's journey while sitting utterly alone at a medical test in a still darkened hospital room at 8AM and despite the half dozen or so in  panic Doctors and nurses rushing to revive me I experienced a calm serene moment or two similar to being a young child. As perhaps my temporary loss of consciousness being the spirit leaving the body I was later reminded of Saint.John's of the cross' famous poem

I abandoned and forgot myself,

...

all things ceased; I went out from myself,
leaving my cares forgotten among the lilies. 

Following Clayton Delaney

 following clayton Delaney

fiction

edward w pritchard

One day all of us must follow Clayton Delaney and pass from the Earth. As songwriter Tom T Hall says,

like Clayton, it's OK if at the end when you are suffering and dying it's fine if you finally get religion.

For me , I go out a Pantheist, in the style of Spinoza. 

More and more lately, when I wake up early in the morning, I spend a minute or two, listening through an East facing open window, for the sound of the Universe expanding in all directions. 

Men from New York in expensive hats

 Men from New York in expensive hats

fiction

edward w pritchard

When will the men from New York in expensive hats stand outside the stock exchange with grim looks on their faces? Waiting, waiting for someone to fix things.  

Over the last couple of hours the NASDAQ futures stock index took an ominous decline in over night action. Looks to me like there is a lot of hot air in the tech stocks of late.

I prefer women in hats and predict that if the stock market gets itself in a mess this October the ladies in hats will be standing worried right besides the men there in New York Manhattan this fall.

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.