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The purpose of this site is, for the
most part, to provide the reader with a glossary of the League of
Elder. It's a big world, and not always friendly, often times I don't
stop to take a breath and explain things. It's also intended to be a
collection place of thought and art. There are pictures along with the
words and I wanted to share them.
The League of Elder was created in
1994. I was freshly graduated from college with a degree in literature,
floundering, still living with my college chums and reveling in the
last few days of my childhood.
I created it not for myself, but for
someone else, as a catharsis. I'd become obsessed with a character on
television. Yes, obsessed is a good word. Nothing wrong with a little
obsession I suppose, if properly confined and tempered. Obsession, when
kept to one's self, can be a good thing.
I created the basic outline of the
League of Elder for said TV character whom I was devoted to, and,
hence, the original concept was merely a teleplay I banged out on an
old 8088 PC using WordStar (you'll notice I've not mentioned the name
of the character in question, and I shall not).
As I said, my childhood was ending, my
roomies were heading their separate ways and life caught up with me
quickly. Cut off from the parental tithe, I found myself in need of
gasoline and other such trifles, and I spent the next thirteen years
trying to get by, plying a trade as a telephone technician. The years
went by and thinking technically became a bad habit-all the creative
things stuck in my head got swamped out and lost, forever it seemed.
Flash forward in time. I—now
married, with mortgage and with pet— was recently digging through my
filing cabinet looking for tax documents, of all things.
There, under all the filed stuff and out-sized legal documents, was a
copy of the teleplay I wrote back in `94. I pulled it out,
opened it, read it, and found myself remembering everything.
The characters I'd created all bobbed to the surface and floated there,
crying out for me to do something with them.
For some reason I couldn't forget
these characters, they were always there, bubbling about in the rear of
my skull. Finally, one day I found an old miniature golf
score card in my coat pocket. It had been there for some
time. I made to throw it away, but as I did so, I looked at
the empty squares meant to fill in the shots for each hole.
I felt inspiration come on. I grabbed
a pencil and wrote in the slots: SYGILLIS OF METATRON
And that was nearly a million words
The League of Elder, stifled for all
those years, came busting out of me, and there was no stopping it. It's
a science fiction series, but an admittedly weird one. It contains, all
at once, all of my fears, joys, sensibilities, taboos and fantasies. It
is, at the same time, continental and demure, techno-punk and
Blade-Runneresque. What you get in the League depends on the road you
take-go one way, and you find yourself in a wooded villa right out of
the 1700's populated by coat-tailed gentlemen and corseted ladies, go
another and you might find yourself on a steamy street watching blood
sports on 4-D vid screens and witnessing people getting robotic arms
and legs installed right there on the sidewalk as ripcars fly overhead.
It's a world of clash and contrast
where people wear either very elaborate clothing, or they wear
virtually nothing. However, amid all this uneasy chaos, there is no
question that good is good and evil is evil, the heavens are soared
above a clear and well-rooted ground.