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.

Wednesday, April 18, 2007


To: Sis
From: “Danny Boy”, “Daniel the Preacher” “Prodigal Dan”

Sis, sorry I haven’t replied to all your E-mails – laptop crashed. Aw hell, you know better. It’s my life that’s crashed and this time BIG TIME!! I’m betting Mom or Dad has already filled you in. I just got to the point where I couldn’t stay in the seminary another
night!!! It’s not at all how they portrayed it back in Cedar Rapids. Look, I’m not against gays in the priesthood, but I could count on one hand the seminarians I felt weren’t gay. It became a major distraction. I couldn’t study. I couldn’t pray. I didn’t know who to pray to anymore! That was the breaking point: I don’t even know if I believe in a god anymore. My confessor, Fr. Cszyzk, said I should sort things out in the world and come back if I felt it was right. When I told the folks I was coming home, shit flew. No doubt you’ve heard I’ve broken my Mother’s heart, and Dad’s too embarrassed to go to the Knights of Columbus hall for his nightcaps.

“Three years!! Three years we’ve supported you! And now you have doubts!! What the fuck is there to doubt???”---- It was vintage Dad.
So anyway, I can’t go back to Iowa right now. I’m keeping up my studies at DePaul, and crashing with a couple ex-seminarians from the Grad School. At night, I hit some clubs, see some movies, hear some music.

Last Friday I went to a concert at the Metro School of Music, where they were playing music by Felix Culpa, the janitor at the school ----the janitor!!! How weird is that! Very weird! The music was called “Shallow Graves” and it’s about this guy’s wife who’s buried in Italy, and he loved her very much.There's women with beautiful voices singing lush harmonies. And there’s this gorgeous woman/child dancing around in this flowing, white, nearly see-through gown, sometimes humming along and looking at the audience, and other times seemingly in her own world. That would be “ESPERANZA!!!” (caliente!!!)

So the concert ends and everybody’s doing the stand-up-and-clap number, and people are chanting “FEE-LIX! FEE-LIX!” But the dude’s a no-show. At his own concert! No Felix Culpa! So I went backstage and everyone was concerned about Felix, except for Esperanza, who was just standing in a corner, sipping on a bottle of Rolling Rock She was smiling a bit as she looked right at me ,
She took my hand and said, “Let me teach you how to dance.”

Then she started to hum softly over and over this sweet tune as she led me back past the light booth, to the prop room. And ----well, you know----we knocked ourselves out -----I mean, she knocked me out. Remember the rollercoaster back in Cedar Rapids? This was better!

Dan
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