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… blocd Languidly ebbs. I see the gathering flame Aspire — expire. I see the evil flood Of time roll even and steady over it, Bearing our God to the accurst ravines; Bearing our God to the abysmal pit Whence never a God may rise. The wolfish queens Of earth have set their faces stern and sour Against us ; we are bidden to cease — to cease! Ha ! how eternity laughs down their hour, Dragoons their malice with its dominant peace. We are forbidden to love — as one who tries At noontide to forbid the sun to rise.
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Ir. I. 5. IT. 1. HL 7. IV. q sqq. VIL In TX. 1, THE ADEPT Ra. — The 'Sun-God’ Horus. — The hawk, also a ’Sun-God’ Apollonius of Tyana, the notorious pseudo- Christ, used to cover himself in wool in order to meditate. Fellatrix. —- Only a Latin dictionary can unveil the loathsome horror of this filthy word, — Impossible to comment on this shocking ‘sin against the Holy Ghost’ To compare the very Spirit or Breath of God to — Oh, Lord, how long? Basilisk. — a fabulous creature that slew all that it looked upon. Lingam. — The Hindu God(') — the mal…
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…tled in mystery; the little things That I have made through weariness of wit, Stars, cells, and whorls, all wonder in their wings! These Gods and men, these laws, these hieroglyphs And sigils of my fancy seem to spire In worship up mine everlasting cliffs I built between my will and my desire. They reach me not ; I made a monstrous crowd, Innumerable monuments of thought, But none is equal; this high head is bowed In vain to the wise God it would have wrought, Had not — Who sitteth on the Holy Throne Thereby must make himself to be alone. II] S…
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x You close on me; by God, you breed in me! My flesh corrupt is tingling with the kiss Of myriads, like the innumerable sea In waves of life that feeds its boundless bliss On the eroded earth. These are your thoughts, Your living thoughts that throng my stagnant veins! Your jackals howl among the holy courts; Your monster brood of devils in my brains T.aughs; oh! they feast on my decaying blood; They gnaw the last sweet morsel from my bones. — As on the parched-up earth there flames the flood Of the monsoon, black dust and barren stones [.eap i…
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Xx To drink one drop thereof is to be drunk. The firm feet stagger, and the world spins round; The fair speech stammers — nature's God hath sunk Into some trivial place of the profound. But he who is drunk thereon is wholly sane, Being wholly mad; he moves with space-wide wings Sees not a world — engulphed in the inane! Nor needs a voice for speech, because he sings. What then of them who are most drunk together As you and I are, mystic maiden 0’ mine, Beyond Dionysus and his tedious tether, Beyond Kithairon and his topmost pine? Why, even now …
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…anate sleek Persephone Tasted in hell; the irrevocable deed I do, and it is done. Naught else could be For us, the chosen of so severe a god To act so high a tragedy, the elect To suffer so, and so rejoice, the rod And scourge ofourown shame, thegilt and decked Oxen that go to our own sacrifice At our own consecrated shrine of vice. Il Over the desert ocean of distress Wereach pale eager hands that quiver and bleed With life of these our hearts that surge and stress In agony of the meditated deed. For in the little coppice by the gate Wherein I…
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…nd— The child is under ground-— who comforts her ? The bastard fool her priest ? The useless clod Her husband? The accursed murderer Her God ? — if so be that she hath a God. Foul curses from my life’s envenomed flood Break in a vomit of black foam and blood. IX As one entranced by dint of cannabis, Whose sense of time is changed past recognition, Whether he suffer woe or taste of bliss, He loses both his reason and volition. He says one word — what countless ages pass! He walks across the room —— a voyage as far As the astronomer’s who turns h…
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XII XIII Wherefore I duly will invoke the God For truth it is, my maiden, we have had Of Tears that he may mingle yours and mine, Already more than our fair share of pleasure. Water therewith Life’s unresponsive sod, The good god Dionysus ivy-clad And raise therefrom some sickly growth of vine Hath poured us out a draught of brimming measure. Whose grape shall yield a bitter draught of woe Let us then rather give the lustiest praise Fit for the assuaging of a deadlier thirst Our throats can sound than pray for further favour; Than Attis knew or…
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…ch? All’s the same. Go on. No — what is this? Why dally? To the hilt! Ah mine, ah mine! Kiss me — I cannot kiss you — kiss me! Kiss! Oh! God! Oh God! Forgive me; I am thine. -— Horses and chariots that champ and clang! The roar of blazing cressets that environ The form that fuses in the perfect pang. A blast of air thorough the molten iron— One scream of light. Creating silence drops Into that silence when creation — stops. -— 112 — XIII So — é finita la commedia. ‘ And if the King lke not the comedy ” (Twine in your hair the fallen gardenia!) …
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… dart, The hope — the horrid hope — whose gleaming fang Now stirs, a serpent’s, underneath your heart! For lo! not vainly we invoked the god That looseneth the girdle of a maid; Even now draws nigh the dreadful period That maketh all the mother-world afraid. With rotten fruit your belly is grown big — Thanks to the bastard god that cursed the fig? : V Your swollen neck is grown a swollen breast Gushing with poisoned milk ; your breathis caught In quick sharp gasps; you get nor sleep nor rest, The monster moving in you in his sport. Surely a mon…
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… Even that taunt has left you smiling still, And silent still — and that is ten times worse. Where is my will, my adamantine will? Curse God and die? I can nor die nor curse. Ah, but I can. The agony extends — Iam wrapt up all in an equal hell. There is a point at which emotion ends. Tam come through to peace, though pain yet swell Its paean in my every vein and nerve. Try me, o God, convulse me to the marrow ! I am its element ; I shall not swerve. Lam Apollo too; I loose one arrow Swift enough, straight enough to conquer you. O Sphinx! Gaze o…
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…atter days, when Satan seems visibly loosed upon earth, the words have a special and dreadful significance even for us who —thanks be to God for His un- speakable mercy ! — are washed in the blood of the Lamb and freed from the chains of death — and of hell. Surely this terrible history is a true Sign of the Times. We walk in the last days, and all the
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…e figured in this brain of mine. The sails of this life’s argosy are furled; The anchor drops in those abodes divine. Master of self and God, freewill and Fate. [ am alone — at last — to meditate,
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TI, #1, AIH. 9. TV. 7. VI. 8. Vil. iX, Blind worms — pious swine. — The poor servants of God! Ah, well! we have our com- fort in Him; like Our Blessed Lord, we can forgive. It is for our loving Lord to set His foot upon the necks of our enemies, and to cast them out into the blackness of darkness for ever. This is quite unintelligible to me. I think this is what is called Echolalia, a sure sign of ‘degeneracy’; or, as I prefer to think, a wickedness which has gone, dreadful as it sounds to write, beyond the Infinite Mercy of God. “ I will send …
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THE AUGUR 1.6, They. — The Fates or Moirae, Ill. 11. The dog-faced god. — Anubis, the Thres- hold-Guardian of the ‘Gods’ of Egypt. Man- tic means prophetic, VI. 14. Child. — The unhappy girl was at this time but 17 years old, VIIL. 5. Justine. — The virtuous but victimized he- roine of the infamous novel of the Marquis de Sade. Af. 6. Sabbath. — Consult Payne Knight : ‘ Essays on the worship of Priapus’, Eliphas Levi : ‘Dogme et rituel de la haute Magie’ and others. XIU, 12,13. Sigil. — Sign-manual. THE ALCHEMIST I. 8, Wolfish queens. — Thus th…
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…r which was meet ”. It may seem almost incredible to many of us, perhaps safely established in our comfortable cures, among a simple and Godfearing people, that any man should have been found to pen the disgusting blasphemies, the revolting obscenities, which defile these pages. Nor can it be denied that a certain power of expression, even at times a certain felicity of phrasing— always, indeed, a profound dramatic feeling — is to be found in these poems, Alas ! that we should be compelled to write the words! That an art essentially spiritual, …
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…such filthy and blas- phemous orgies of human speech (save the mark) but I am firmly resolved (and I believe that I have the blessing of God on my work) toawake my fellow-workers in the great vineyard to the facts of modern existence. Unblushing, the old Serpent rears its crest to the sky; unashamed, the Beast and the Scarlet Woman chant the blasphemous litanies of their fornication. Surely the cup of their abominations is nigh full ! Surely we who await the Advent of our bles- sed Lord are emboldened to trust that this fren- zy of wickedness i…
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…t alas! there is no such word: nothing but a pagan Epicureanism even in the jaws of death. A Prayer Merciful and loving Father, almighty God, grant unto us Thy humble servants and ministers a double portion of Thy Spirit that our eyes may be opened to the wickedness of them that love Thee not, that by Thy grace our ministrations may be used to bring them out of darkness into Light, by the virtue of our crucified Lord, risen and ascended, Thine only- begotten Son, in Whose name we ask this Thy blessing, For Jesus Christ's sake, Amen. The End
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…easance ? Yet ever as he went We stood behind him And conipassed her with Our continual presence? From the black whirlwind the most high God sayeth : Why did ye doubt, 0 ye of httle faith ?
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XII So in this agony of enforcéd silence The sober song breaks to a phrenzied scream ; The shattering brain admits the mad god’s violence, And wild things course as in an evil dream : Devils and dancers, druid rites and dread, Horrible symbols scarred across the sky, Invisible terrors of the quick and dead, Impossible phantoms in mad revelry Conjoined in spinthriae of bestial form, Human-faced toads, and serpent-headed women, All lashed and slashed by the all-wandering storm Caricature of all things holy and human — —- Such are the discords tha…