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…neteen centuries shalt thou Plague earth with that agonizing brow, And then that age of sordid strife Give place to the aeon of love and life. A lion shall rise and swallow thee, Bringing back life into Arcady. So strong shall he roar that the worlds shall quake And the waters under the heaven break, That the earth, of thy father’s hate accurst, Shall be greener and gladder than at first. ISSA I shall endure then, if the Ultimate Be reached through the black fate. ALEXANDER Let that sustain thee — yet this hour I put forth all my torture-power
1910 · PDF PAGE 163
…alance the effect — What next ? JOHN I cannot say. ISSA I resurrect. JOHN What good would that do ? ISSA As I understand, It would spoil life for everyone. JOHN How grand ! How simple ! ISSA Look, boy, I am tired of things. Joy, that had legs before, hath now got wings. I am exceeding weary.
1910 · PDF PAGE 101
…t the ape, All the wine of time run dry ? 2ND NYMPH Ah ! the grisly spoil of rape Dark with vilest ecstasy ! IST NYMPH Listen, how shall life escape From such death it breedeth by ? 2ND NYMPH Hangs there not a single grape From that nightshade galaxy ?
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…age that Mr. Raven in the Meeting at Ealing had deliberately said with slow and weighty em- phasis : “ He that hath the Son hath eternal life ”. Mrs. Cameron almost wept for joy. When (the mes- sage continued) Major Mc. Arthy had risen to his feet and retorted : “ He that hath the Son of God hath everlas- ting life ”, Mr. Cameron executed a Highland though funereal fling. When Mr. Raven, stung to the quick, had shaken his fist at the Major and yelled : “ Brother, you’re a sinful old man ! ” Mrs. Cameron “ had always known there was something ” …
1910 · PDF PAGE 183
…’s prophet loose my nails I’ll gibe no more at prophet’s whales. PUBLIUS I loathe and despise all kinds of fiction Whether or no it ease life’s friction. AGRIPPA Anoint the next fair lambkin’s fleece With rock-sand in the stead of grease. PUBLIUS He speaks again. ISSA Forgive me, brothers ! I knew not what I did. PUBLIUS His mother’s Here; wants the body.
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…XI wise in time, luckily, and my “ Retro Satanas ” takes this form. Let me define my position. It is quite true that my attitude to real life, the life of Nature, is perfectly “ sane ” and “ wholesome ”. In a perfect society I should regard even my “ Alice ” as perverted art : for in a sane world one is insane to proclaim sanity. But art (which is the Word of the Masters to the World) must move with that world and follow it into its corruption, redeeming the same. The simple humanity, the great guffawing indecency, of Shakespeare is well enough…
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THE BLUE DWARF. 9I For life or death. Now ! — — Stretch ! — Plague on the wretch ! Friends, ease me — with a scimitar ! ALEXANDER We learnt not that from the dark Star. MIRIAM Why then, be cursed ! My belly is about to burst. The hag and the baboon come forward. THE HAG Ho ! we will lift the prudish latch. Dear apeling, hold the torches while I catch This monster. So. Dispatch ! MIRIAM God ! let it be a boy. I would enjoy His love. Who hath come forth with such keen pain Owes keener pleasure, going back again. A curse upon that Dove.
1910 · PDF PAGE 102
…R Nay ! the star is cruciform. IST NYMPH Thus the holy cross is cloven From Pan’s purpose purple-woven. Even for centuries nine and ten, Life of women — death of men ! In that sinister sad star Men shall bear the upright bar, Hanged for honesty and truth, Wisdom, courage, love, or youth. Women bear the cross-bar, living In the filth beyond believing. Svelte or buxom, fair or dark, Go to the maw of the greedy shark
1910 · PDF PAGE 68
…, fallen lax in mid-caress, there enter a Philosopher Heracleitus and his Disciple Chrysippus. HERACLEITUS Look, my darling, and confess Life one flame of loveliness ! CHRYSIPPUS Master ! Master ! How fairy fond Is yonder maid like a lily-frond !
1910 · PDF PAGE 171
… know Thy father’s final overthrow. My soul the heights and depths has spanned. I hold the star-streams in mine hand. I am the master of life and death And of every spirit that quickeneth. Yea ! in the light of knowledge, Pan
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… to that decayed Glow of wet rot in the wintry wood. Ay ! from this star disaster-rayed A very wormwood draught is brewed : The light of life shall shrink dismayed At the dawn of prostitute and prude ; And the pagan glory fade From the brows of womanhood. IST SATYR But the boy shall thrust the maid From the sunlight to the shade. He shall make her passion good. 2ND SATYR Nay ! for all the world-decay Rots from sapphirine to grey. All the leprous lichen clings Round the comeliness of things. Brothers ! sisters ! fauns and elves ! Dryads ! Oreads…
1910 · PDF PAGE 176
…. Dead be dance and dream and revel ! Thought and courage, things of evil ! Corn and milk, wine and oil, The guerdon of degrading toil ! Life’s bright draught of honied leisure Soured to sick and tasteless pleasure. All the gracious grape degraded, To a fatuous foulness faded ; Ecstasy divinely deep Bartered for a brutal sleep In whose grunting crapulence They may forget the glory whence They came, and hide in a stinking slum
1910 · PDF PAGE 175
…to death. I myself the tool of priests, Tyrants, merchants, hags and beasts, Lawyers, doctors, artizans, Whores and theologians ! All my life misunderstood Built in slime and nursed with blood ! This my death divinely hallows Boot and rack, stake and gallows. Strong men crushed beneath my domes, Children tortured in my homes, Women tricked and raked and herded
1910 · PDF PAGE 103
…it may be ; In the open or by stealth, By their slenderness or sleekness. For harlot worn and blubbing baby Nineteen centuries shall see Life run horizontally. 2ND NYMPH Soul shall follow body’s station. They shall cling to degradation, Dance to the clank of the chains that eat Deep ulcers in their fettered feet. Lock love the dove in a close cage, And loose the tiger marriage : To the camel of joy be a needle’s eye, And a wolf’s-throat to monogamy. Youth’s lusty god shall turn them sick, While they dote on age’s gilded stick. Beauty shall shiv…
1910 · PDF PAGE 174
…g that must lurk In the desert world — waste by thy Work — Itself its loveliness transplant To a flawless field whose grace should grant Life to that bright inhabitant. ISSA These eyes are blind with blood and tears ; They strain across the doubtful years ; They search the stars : the earth they scan ; All, all spells Misery to Man. Of whom I am. First, fables gross and foul Hooted and hissed by human snake and owl About me, twisted into doleful engines Of greed, hate, envy, jealousy and vengeance.
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…hole leaping heaven with the light Till all the world is drunken with delight. You with your own authentic filth defiled Robbed Keats of life, and Shelley of his child, Corrupted Swinburne to your foul disease, Denied Blake bread — are you fed full on these ? You hate the wise, true, beautiful, and holy : — Dogs ! is there nothing you can do to Crowley ? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Therefore I see and speak, who would be dumb And blind : but Thou dost call. Master, I come, ALEISTER CROWLEY.
1910 · PDF PAGE 172
…whole world — that hung on thee ! Hadst thou but made thee Emperor, And led thy legions into war ! Thou broken reed — a birth unclean, A life sucked up in sordid spleen, A death absurd, most foully wrought To the shape of thy father’s leper-thought. This be thy doom, that thou shalt see The curses that are born of thee ! Thou black bat that hast barred the sun From the sight of man, thou minion Of death and disease, of toil and want, Of slavery, knavery, greed and cant, Of bigotry, murder, hypocrisy — Speak thou the things that are seen of thee…
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…eir own blood ? But who shall understand the Soul of Pan ? Involved in All and still apart from All ! For steeped therein as I am all my life, I know but exquisite beatitude, Knowing the whole, Then who shall know or care What may befall the part ? One must remain ; Many must change. Then all is well. The strife Is but the ferment of the forward still Immune from grief, intolerant of ill, Fronting the double foe — of pain and joy — With equal eye — in the meantime — Dear boy, Wake ! Let us revel it the while we may, Love dawning ever with the d…
1910 · PDF PAGE 70
… in the sphere of molten glass Whose radiance changes and shifts and drapes The infinite soul in finite shapes. There is light, there is life, there is love, there is sense
1910 · PDF PAGE 155
I02 THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. Pah ! but the brothel-reek contaminates. There is no air — thy bed is poisonous, Thy breath — thy leper-life lascivious — Fill me with loathing. Murder-waking hates Surge in upon me as I see thee there Wanton and white in that red touzle of hair As if a sow were wreathed with poppy-flowers. Pah ! I am sick of these delirious hours. John’s lips are cool like olive-oil — and thine, Even at the best, like some black stormy wine. MAGDA Oh beast thou art ! Didst thou not surely quicken me With child ? ISSA Thy lewdness and t…