What is art but living in space one has created . . . living it so totally, that all around you see what is real . . our possibilities become are our realities . . . and all our realities possible.
What sort of art do you want to make?
My poem for Danielle is about discovering how fantasy, and mediation, in a ritualized manner, creates rythms of recital, which become drama, and creates a scene. With certain letters there can only be certain voices. This is the song of Danniella as accurately as I could sing it to her . . . . . . .
Our lives are in someways the genetic code of a life form so much more vastly complex than us that we simply cannot see it . . . there always is another larger circle . . . what song would that life form want me to sing if I only had these letters, and a Muse who took the form of Danniella . . . so I sing the song.
It's important to remember this is fiction, fantasy, a bawdy drama, written into poetic form. It is meant to be performed with a chorus.
Who is this character writing the poem? A guy that obviously digs Danniella, will go to the end of the earth with her, make kids, build a house, the whole deal.
That's a much better story don't you think? My assignment is to use all the words, to tell the whole story.
Muse and Myth bear only the most superficial resemblance. The work here is not specific, though a specific person inspired it. Daniele Duce is fictional, the one who helped me imagine her is not.
To any and all who come upon this song for Danielle Cebilia Duce, . . please keep a sense of levity, of theater, and humor.
