05/05/2006 - She demands honesty

Worked Monday thru Thursday at Sextant, all the while thinking and directing my energies towards the project. On Monday evening D____ D____ came over and we picked up on the thread of work I established with K____ B____ (LB).

A sequence of poses, then two sequences of words at right angles to each other so that they obliterate their own meaning, then a sequence of poses. The idea is to somehow enmesh the words of the Goddess between two ‘screens’ of the body, metaphorically sandwiching communications with the Muse between two dance performances.

Relations with D____ became more strained as the evening wore on, we were not in synch with each other, in spite of this the words came, and had their dance and held their meaning. Surprisingly there were phrases recommending that I stroke D____'s bottom, literally, kiss her, feel her. These were somewhat difficult for the two of us to read together. Together we buried these 'suggestions', though I’m not sure it was a good idea. Our meeting ended abruptly. It seemed the muse read my mind, and hers, and somehow we both were embarrassed. We want our privacy from each other, a little longer.

The Goddess does not respect individual privacy since 'she' knows all. Those that would talk to her should be prepared to share as well. She demands honesty and frankness. She breaks walls, and says whatever it is that is not said.

The drawing was made as follows:

Brown Umber Red and Yellow Ochre background
12 Poses
2 Layers of Poetry at right angles
7 Poses

As pleased as I am with this work, the first of the fully structured experiments, and as memorable as the session was with D____, I have unfortunately lost the text of the poem forever, due to a computer erasure. Despite all I can still imagine D____'s radiant body taking the different postures in this work. Under the effect of the language our work became somewhat strained. We just ran out of things to say. Perhaps we were stunned by the new level of frankness demanded by the work.

Secure your last Thought

Secure your last thought
   in Beauty,
Notice that around it,
   are men you investigate with sound.

Write to understand.
The one you see muddles him.
Observe and understand,
    cute Father . . .

Trouble,
   in full color,
Soon beasts an emotional language.


Fragment, with D___ D___, May 9, 2006,    1, 2-1, 2-2,  3

The Muse Poems:

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Don't Suffer

There's a foreign-voiced dance,
   In art, life is inclusive!

Good character destroys what won't give night,
Obsessed, it resents, denies, and shares,
Empowers fashions, sees,
     Knows me.

We two are ugly beasts of an original high,
The Graces, think you work,
     I sense bed music.

Avoid negative, high art,
   a dysfunctional right has some impression
      until a subject feels trouble.
Hence her pain was fear.

Understand, the curious best unity.

Reach upon it,
   how solutions could ever write on empty shards.
Have no sympathy.
   We believe we can't go there,

To ever observe our grand space.

w/ Daniella Cebelia Duce 7/24/06, 36, 37, 38

The Muse Poems:

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10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18

19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27

28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36

37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45

46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54

55 56 57 58 59 60 61 62 63

64 65 66 67 68 69 70 71 72

73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 81

Go with the Fantasy

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.

Dance, Danielle Cebilia Duce

I’ll dance a Duce dance,
4 Danielle Cebilia Duce,
U’ll C all I'll dance 4 U,
And C U do a Duce dance 2, Danielle,
In D, A, N, I, E, L, C, U , B,
Danielle Cebilia Duce.

Chorus: "Danielle Cebilia Duce!"

I call Danielle Duce a 'belle'.
Danielle Duce, nice an edible!
I'n a lance Danielle, a dunce,
A banana, an Indiana blade,
A baba, o' DNA.
. . . Eden-ce lucid dude,
An alien Anniellidae!

"An alien Annie - il - li- dae!"

Blend a Cuban dance Danielle,
U decide, u include,
A dance Danielle, in Danube?
Blend a Cuban dance Danielle
In Albania, an Indian audience?

"In Albania, an Indian audience!"

A double bill, Danielle, in Dublin?
Inland in Adelaide?
Dance nine dance'c, in Indiana.
I C U In Cuba, Duce’ll be lauded!
Danielle Duce dance-c bald-ed!
'Danielle Duce dance in balance,'
'In Iceland, Duce danced in abundance.'

"Dance, Danielle n' abundance!"

Bubblin’ bud in Benin!
Bellad’nna nuance’d in Dunedin.
LcD in Lublin! . . . E’ Duce?
Danced in cadence, in Be’lin.
4 ‘en Duce dance’c ended,
Duce and I’ll be bible-banded.

"Duce and I will be bible-banded."

'Ce a bull banana bubaline?
A banded bulbul alaudine?
Duce, I been blinded bad!
I c u cuculine, Danielle Duce,
A biblical linen bible Danielle,
I'll c u bible-banded.

"I'll c u bible-banded."

Danielle Duce, I’ll be candide,
I bubble bud, inbibe LcD.
I need U nice, I need U in’c’an-e
Danielle I cend u a candi-cane,
Nice du be Danielle C-Duced!

"In Danielle Duce I'n C-Duced!"

Lilac and Linden in Canadian land
. . . Dillenia in India,
Albuca, and Caluna,
. . . Uncinia and Cunila
Bulbinella, and Belacanda
Liliaceae and Luculia
. . . . . all Dianella blue!
I bundle all I C 4 U.

" 'E'll bundle all 'e C'ce 4 U!"

I call Danielle Duce ‘belle’,
Danielle Duce, nice an edible!
Oh Danielle, dance nice, be bad!

"Oh Danielle, dance nice, be bad!"

On a bald i’land in Canada, I’ll build ‘e a cabin’
I’ll nail, I’ll build ‘all ‘e need.
I’ll build a den and add a cube,
I’ll build ‘e all ‘e need, Danielle Duce.

" 'E’ll build ‘e all ‘e need Danielle!”

'I ain' Daniel, I ain' lie'n 'n a lion'c den
One nide I’ll lie Danielle nice 'n nude,
Laid in a linen-lace bed,
Danielle Duce, bubie bald.
Danielle, nude, I'll cuddle all!
I'll lie Danielle, on a linen bale,
And laid all 'e need Danielle,
Biblical linen indeed.

"Biblical linen indeed!"

On a bale in Ducie, I'll c Danielle lie . . .
An’ cuddle Daniella nice, do o’ die!
Danielle Duce, nice an edible!
Duce and I do bud’n bubble,
Nice Danielle, nude I cuddle,
In blanc lace, Danielle laid,
A Danielle Duce cub indeed!

“A Danielle Duce cub indeed!”

Danielle and I in'ale a Duce blend.
On cue Danielle! Ideal, in‘c’ane!
An’ ‘en I cuddled Daniella nude in lace,
A bald Daniella dance! Be bad, be nice!

"Oh Daniella! Dance, be bad, be nice!"

Danielle I needed and collided
Danielle Duce and I elided,
And incide Danielle I blended and died!
An’ I’ll be a Dad o’ a Duce cub!

“An' ‘e’ll be a Dad o’ a Duce cub!”

Oh Danielle, dance nice, be bad!
I’ll lied a bale Danielle, in a club
I need u Danielle, I need a Duce Cub!

" 'E need-ce u Danielle, 'E need-ce a Duce Cub!"

An alleale Danielle? A Duce Cub dance?
An alliance, Danielle, a balance,
I’ll n' be clued,
DNA needed, I’ll include . . .

"DNA needed, 'e'll include!"

Blinded, blended, u r undecided?
A clean lab bill liabled,
No aedine blood, no bleed,
Clinic dialed, bled an’ label-eed!
I’ll call a lid o’ DNA on Acid!

“'E'll call a lid o'DNA on Acid!”

Call a cab! ‘n dial a cable!
Danielle Duce ‘ad a bable!
A Duce Dad, I bubble in bud!
I B cub a Duce bundle, a cub Daniel!
I'n a Dad o' a Duce cub!

"E'ce a Dad o' a Duce cub!"

'n a bald Canada i’land,
I’ll build Danielle and Daniel, a cabin.
Danielle Duce I’ll be candid,
In bed I’ll ne b idle!
Nor in nuance, undecided.

"Nor in nuance, undecided."

I’ll nail and build ‘e ‘all ‘e need
‘U undecided Danielle Duce?
A deed I’ll include,
I’ll build a den, and add a cube,
An’ I’ll build all ‘e need, Danielle Duce.

A bible, a Euclid, and Auden.
A bulbul, a dunlin, and a canine cub,
A candle and a bulb, an Aneid, and an Illiad.
A nun in linen, a clue, in lieu . . .
. . . A nannie Danielle’ll need.

“. . . A nannie Danielle’ll need!”

I C Linceed added canned an' blended,
U'll C Aniceed, boiled, blanc-ed and blender-ed,
Cannelli bean, labeled DILL?
Eel ‘n bile, canned, I’n ILL!
U been cucine banned Danielle! I decide!
Danielle ceace! elce I'll die!
Uncinia, nice! Adenia? I'n dead!
Candi-cane 4 Danielle intended.

“A Candi Cane 4 Danielle intended!”

I C U in a band Danielle, I'll C L U a deal!
I C 4 U a label bundled, I’ll du U a CD!
Danielle Duce, and I’ll bubble Cannabaceae!
A Duce Cine Club in Canne indeed!

“A Duce Cine Club in Canne indeed!”

A decade or 3 I’ll abide
I’ll ne dindle in dice,
Ne deal in LcD.
I’ll ne bale, n’ unable be,
Ne abandon ‘e Danielle Duce.
Alibi bi ‘e Danielle, U L C!
I’ll abide bi ‘e Danielle Duce.

" 'E'll abide bi 'e Danielle."

On an I‘land in Canada,
I’ll build ‘e a cabin, and a canine cub.
I’ll nail ‘n build 'e ‘all ‘e need.
I’ll build a den and add a cube,
Danielle can C CNN!
I’ll build ‘e all ‘e need . . . Danielle Cebilia Duce.

‘E’ll build ‘e all ‘e need Danielle . . . Cebilia . . . Duce.”