Benjamin Edgar Williams

On Thursdays and the days that follow
Benjamin Edgar Williams
�2005

I once read and tend to agree that we have so little control of our lives. Our hair color, eyes, nationality, race, birthplace, parents and day of arrival into this continual play are pre-determined. Our ability to choose, the ideology we ascribe to, the freedom we guard with unyielding devotion, that right that we enjoin as a coming of age, dilutes to little more than an agreement to perform within the limitations of our script. I believe, for the most part, that we rehearse behaviors that model our mommas and daddies and their deficiencies and the impact of their mommas and daddies. We perform, produce and move to hit our �marks�, as directed, in our arenas and stages of life.

It is interesting, that we are called offspring. In this, I believe, unravels a truth. In time, we are launched and bounce into tracks of conformity or rebellion, which tears at us, in an effort to prevent the past and its inherent curses.

Many of our choices unveiled, are not choices at all, but responses...

�I was born on a Thursday, as was my father, my father-in-law, my eldest daughter, my oldest and youngest sons�


I was born William D. Daniels of Compton, California in the 54th year of the 20th millenium. I honor my ascendants; my father, maternal and paternal grandfathers with my pseudonym, Benjamin Edgar Williams.