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…must be alone. It is not fitting— Maurya. You are ill; come and be tended yourself, first. Criospa. No! I am well. You are a girl, not a God. Maurya. Oh! Oh! Have I done amiss? Am I not Criospa. Stop, don’t! [Aside.] I must be man—tut ! tut !— [Aloud.| Why, little sister, know Those whom we worship as our gods are gods. The power is mine: that art no skill resists. No God dethrones himself ; none can. Will he, nill he, God must be God: it 1s a luckless fate for a girl’s dower, a thankless way for a maiden’s feet. Maurya. Why, then, am I not the…
1903 · PDF PAGE 3
THE GOD-EATER
1903 · PDF PAGE 5
THE GOD-EATER A Tragedy of Satire BY ALEISTER CROWLEY WATTS & CO. 17 JOHNSON’S COURT, FLEET STREET, LONDON, E.C. 1903
1903 · PDF PAGE 18
… whose last smooth link Slides o’er Time’s cogwheel. In the beginning then The vastness of the heavens and the earth Created the idea of God. So Levi once Sarcastic in apostasy ; @ rebourse. So Miller, mythopoeic in his mood Of the unmasking mythopoeia. Now Profounder science, Spencer’s amplitude, Allen’s too shallow erudition, Frazer’s Research, find men have made—since men made aught— Their Gods, and slain, and eaten. Surface ! I, Criosda of the Mist, see truth in all Rather than truth in none. Below the rite The sight ! Beyond the priest, th…
1903 · PDF PAGE 21
19 I scent the prey. I sniff the air. The dawn of day Makes Maurya May The Goddess rare. The light of the stars Be hers : go, go, Ye silent folk, Harness your cars ! Brace the yoke ! It is time to Know. Ho! Ho! Desolate deeds ! She bleeds, she bleeds. The golden head Is drooped for aye. She is dead, she is dead. She is God, and I? I am might. I am power. I am light For an hour. I am strong, I grow. Ho! Ho! I taught Criosda The evil runes. _ Mine were the tunes His passion sang.
1903 · PDF PAGE 30
28 Tore me: I heard the tears drop in my heart. I heard the laughter of some utmost God Hid in the middle of matter. That was I, The hideous laugher of the maniac laugh When loathing makes the bed to lust, and twine The limbs of agony about the trunk Of torture—rapture stabbing through—Maurya ! Ay, that was 1; and I the weeping wolf That howls about this hell that is my heart ; And I the icy and intangible That beholds all, and is not. RupuHa. Three in one ! One in three ! Death to the sun ! Glory to thee ! Thou wast there ! Enough ! It will gr…
1903 · PDF PAGE 9
THE GOD-EATER Criospa, Maurya. [The Scene ts an old Baronial Hall, elaborately, yet somewhat grotesquely (from the incongruity) fitted up as an antique Egyptian temple, C. an altar berween two obelisks; on it a censer vomits smoke in great volumes. Above at back of stage 1s a stately throne, square and simple, on steps. In it sits MAuRYA, quiet and silent. She is dressed in sombre green robes, lightened with old rose facings. She is heavily braceleted and ankleted with gold, and her crown is a gold disc supported in silver horns, rising from he…
1903 · PDF PAGE 17
…door clangs to with the same nerve-shattering shock. CRIOSDA staggers to altar; and, with his hand on it, turns towards door.| Mouths of God’s mercy ! I would her eyes were bleed- ing wounds in my heart! Ahthough! If she were a dog I could not do it. She is my sister [Turns with a cry to throne and flings up his hands.| and I will ! Death ! Death ! It is a year to-night. I arrayed her first In yon gold ornaments—My brain 1s sick ! I want coffee—or hashish—No ! That is for her ! I must be very clear and calm, very clear, very calm, How I must be…