The Hybrid Genre,  Wratlicu Wyrd, or Wondrously Strange, that most ambitious ruin,
lies sprawled across my past, testament to a time when every chance encounter
seemed significanct, when life and art were wound in a magic braid.  The result is a
work  spun out of control that I could neither satisfactorily complete nor dismiss.

         
A recording of Calliope's song from Act One, Scene One.


in time of daffodils (who know
the goal of living is to grow)
forgetting why, remember how

in time of lilacs who proclaim
the aim of waking is to dream,
remember so (forgetting seem)

in time of roses(who amaze
our now and here with paradise)
forgetting if, remember yes

in time of all sweet things beyond
whatever mind may comprehend
remember seek (forgetting find)

and in a mystery to be
(when time from time shall set us free)
forgetting me, remember me          (ee cummings)