I am Maxine Culpa. Along with my late daughter Mia, I first became aquainted with Saint Sybian through our husband, Composer Felix Sebastian Culpa. He was born and raised in Calabria, Italia, near the site of the ancient Greek settlement of Sybaris, in the last century. When he was thirteen, Sybian began to appear to him, initiating him into her spiritual and sensual world. Felix, who was forced to disappear after unfortunate and definitely unsaintlike events , told us of Sybian's devotion to the pleasures of the father's creation: food, drink, the arts (particularly music and dance) all nature ---especially the body!! With the help of American Musicologist Patrick Lockwood, I have written these entries. Now, He also has been taken from us. Our new Scribe is Daniel Pierce, and our new Goddesss is Esperanza, whom Sybian herself has ordained. I hope that all who view this site will be encouraged to let their minds and senses wander to discover the voluptuous gifts the father freely gives us. Newcomers are urged to go to the earliest postings.

Friday, March 23, 2007

Wisdom's Feast/ Sybian's Dance


She threw a party and nobody came.

Wisdom had the table set with the best of the harvest
Her daughters danced to crush the grapes,
Her sisters brought the spices to mull the wine.
Carefully the fires were stoked and tended.

She commissioned poets to write odes,
Musicians to sing anthems,
Carvers shaped marble, bronze and alabaster.

She threw a party and nobody came.

And Sybian sent out the call:
“Come eat of Wisdom’s food and the wine she has mixed.
Forsake foolishness that you may live
And advance in the way of understanding!"

And she invited them all:
-----The Baptizers and Evangelists,
-----The Prelates in their robes of scarlet and sable,
-----The Generals, on their armored steeds,
---- The Merchants at their counting table.

But the Generals could not rest from their wars,
The priests would not leave their altars,
The merchants, their accounts.

The children were forbidden by their parents,
The students by their teachers,
The servants by their masters.

It was rumored that Pleasure would be there,
The muses and the sylphs,
Maybe even Truth and Desire,
as they went everywhere as one.
It was they that the generals, priests and merchants feared the most.

She threw a party and nobody came.


The food went uneaten, the wine was untouched,
No one heard the music and danced.
Foolishness reigned over all the land,
And war was the order of the day.

Wisdom’s daughters extinguished the candles,
The musicians put away their instruments.
It grew dark and a chill was in the air.

She threw a party and nobody came.

And Wisdom turned to Sybian
“I have drawn a map to the father’s love in your heart.
Anyone who will follow you will break your heart.
This is the sweetest agony,
And this pleasure I have saved for you.”

Wisdom looked back in pity
And sighed as the moon turned cold,
And disappeared in a cloud.

She threw a party and nobody came
And so Sybian danced alone through the night
The saddest of pavanes.





(Found among Felix Culpa's papers at his hotel, but it is not in his handwriting.)
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