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.

Saturday, April 14, 2007

Maxine in Italia


(Maxine at the Admiral Theater in Chicago)

Maxine has now returned to Italy, to Calabria, where there has been growing interest in the news from Chicago concerning Felix Culpa. The legend of Felix and Maxine grew larger when the Sybarites saw Bishop Bassanni come home in a coffin. They knew it was their vindication, and somehow St. Sybian had intervened. The grave of Mia, Felix’s other wife and Maxine’s daughter, has become a secret destination of pilgrims. (I am sworn to secrecy about the name on the grave, until Maxine releases me.)


(Maxine in latest photo from Italy)


She has now become, she says laughingly, a high-priestess of sorts.
In other words, people line up to go to bed with her! She is managing the Bergamot orange presses, and making a variety of balms and perfumes from the essence of that bitter fruit.

She is planning a retrospective concert of Felix Culpa’s Music, culminating in a performance of “Malocchio del Amore”, that large-scale, dramatic ode to the licentiousness at the heart of St. Sybian’s teachings, which set in motion so many unfortunate events. As only scraps of papers exist along with the fading memories of some of the performers, she has asked me to come to Calabria, to help recreate the composition. It is very tempting as I miss Maxine greatly and would love to see the places she has told me about. I am also intrigued by her plans for a grand finale. All Maxine will say is that she knows where “Bastardi Bassanni “ is buried.

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