Recently I have been revisiting pages and pages of lyrics written by a younger self.
Most of them are quite atrocious. Laughable actually, the attempts being made to pay attention to rhythm in such arbitrary ways. I paid little attention to meaning back then, preferring simply to look for clever self-recursive little rhymes and think it was clever.
But today, I think a lot about the meanings of words. With an opera to be pondered, I am thinking even more about that. What the hell kind of a story is this going to be? I'm mostly decided on a scene with a trio with a man and two women in some kind of ritual of "preparation". I imagine them going through their personal/private preparation to get ready for performance of a more public ritual that is big-mojo-juju for all involved.
Ritual also makes me think of fetishes. Not the kind that you are thinking of, no. I think of a fetish in the anthropological sense, more of a ritual object that is for use because of its supposed power. The knife of a great long-dead warrior perhaps, or the skull of a vanquished enemy, or the skull of a powerful animal, etc.
What sorts of fetishes to you keep?