Growing up at the end of a culdesac at the end of a culdesac at the end of a culdesac, Edward Butcher (James Metzger) was a good child and followed the fold. The social agreements offered up by his family, school and community made sense. It was easy to play the game, and he excelled along the way. Everything seemed perfect. And then a bunch of stuff happened, and other stuff started making sense, too. Mythologies crumbled, and beneath these crumblings older mythologies (perhaps) were remembered. A lot of love, forgiveness, permission, compassion, and acceptance emerged, all longer term perspectives of how I seek to engage the world. We all need a primary postulate by which to live. Essentially, life got swept up in some sort of adverbial reality - living beyond the noun - and now this website exists.
Because a writer often takes another way, and sometimes that path feels viable, too... After the bunch of stuff happened, the mythological constructs of the American way of life began falling away like sand through his fingers, and now, in the marketplace of labels he realizes he is just another middle class white guy, and, therefore, wonders if his voice really needs to seek much space in the marketplace of ideas. But it's that... The marketplace. Capitalism is a bristly notion. He's not seeking a free ride. He cleans up after himself, does so for the larger community at large, and thinks there needs to be a lot more dancing in the world. But where? Where's the dancing. Wherever it is, it often costs money. But, to design, have you ever seen Edward Butcher walking down the street?
Remember(, supposedly), people are corporations too.
A work in progress... but it may as well be live along the way
"The word, my tool of creation, is simply an agreement. My favorite work often involves moments when agreement is challenged, when words and their influence potentially fail in context, when words are simply not enough, or assumed to contain more than is tenable."
this is a life