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CHICAGO MAY The ache and spasm of this hate is such That it blots out myself and you; it flows Impersonal, ecstatic; at the touch Of language,it is broken up. God knows How, when He spake the Word, the Absolute Burst—hence Chicago. Would He had been mute! No, by the Lord! This hate is a pure joy Like everything that’s pure . . . (the great sow snores/) That's the catastrophe that breaks the boy! n in sleep this hoariest of whores Maintains her reputation. Keep away ‘The breath of scandal from Chicago May! xiv T nicknamed you Chicago May because…
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CHICAGO MAY He took the name of Bailey Bey ‘And tried to bilk Chicago May. Alas| he found her pearls were sham, Heer jewels coloured glass :— But not until my Mary's lamb Had been baptized an ass. Before the booby could say “ knife” He found that Mary was his wife! So now by night it’s baccarat, By noon it is blackmail, ‘Until some windy grandpapa Arrives to swell their sail— A combination gambling-hell And brothel near the Tour Eiffel. i Praise the Lord, O my soul! praise the Lord! Praise Him, the Father and the Friend of all, Whose service is…
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CHICAGO MAY Asperge me, mundabor! Make me pure, ‘And wash me whiter than the snow! ‘That soon I who have slept in a Chicago sewer Be worthy of a marriage with the moon| ‘Oh! but the moon has purity enough, Lustral for all the least that she might love! Ah! then my heart flings free to flare afar Beyond the fierce phantastic flames of foam To Her, for strength and constancy a star, For magick she's the moon! to Her! to Home! “Blow, blow, thou wintry wind !"—and blow away ‘The last foul fetich of Chicago May! PART IV—CHERBOURG Max Yes: Iam you, b…
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CHICAGO MAY PART I—ROME Drceaner I ‘Tus is my hour of peace; the great sow snores, Blowing out spittle through her blubber lips, ‘Champagne and lust still oozing from the pores. Of her fat flanks; then, let my hate eclipse All other lamps of my pale soul, and flare— A curst star sparking in the strangled air! Her shapeless limbs are sticky with stale sweat; Yet, she would wake if I withdrew, belch hard The ferments of the fodder, turn, and fret This inch that is the ruins of a yard. Is there no sparrow, ram, ass, bull can stay The “ love"—dear …
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18 CHICAGO MAY v So snore, sow, snore and stink! Your knight shall keep The holy vigil at his lady's shrine; And when you wake, you shall not need to weep— ‘The grin of your mouth greets the smile of mine. ‘And when you paw and claw your placid prey Tl satisfy your lust, Chicago May! PART III—LA MANCHE 'HBRUARY 1 “Tex Abram raised the knife to slay his son. Does virtue bring about its own reward ? Not every virtue, nor to every one. In my case, anyhow, T thank the Lord ‘That showed me Glory to the great I AM!) A thicket, and the horns of—such a…
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CHICAGO MAY PART II—LONDON Jaxvary I Ap yet I have been faithful : T have tried All a man might to wake a soul within The lazar life of you, sought single-eyed Salvation for you—even through your sin, Alas! you cannot sin ; for sin means will. Chicago May can only gorge and swill. ‘Oh! T have flamed at you, thrust deep my ki Into the fat about your hampered heart! I would have taken you to be my wife; T would have doctored you with love and art. With the first quarter-glass of dry champagne ‘The rift that was clouds hopelessly again. Ah, but I …
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CHICAGO MAY A LOVE POEM w ALEISTER CROWLEY The poscestor of this copy le carncaty requested to retin the same under lek and bey, aad a aowise to pact with it vail the year 1964 1914 PRIVATELY PRINTED Prke FIVE GUINEAS
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CHICAGO MAY If had twopence, you should have it, sure; And I would flee, on hygienic grounds, But as things are, I am extremely poor; T owe a matter of five thousand pounds; ‘And as I have a girl to help, here goes! I cannot both help her, and help my nose. God ! God! God! God! is there no scavenger To cart this nastiness? Or can there be No sewer fit to suck the corpse of her Into the great, all-purifying sea? Her little hand would rather, I opine, The multitudinous seas incacadine! xv If men could hear me, they would smile and say : How this …
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CHICAGO MAY She went to a Levantine Jew. Her bright piastres hire His sordid service; to her stew Behold the wretch retire! A monster, after four or five Months, came ; aborted, but alive. ‘The eunuch of a childless Turk ‘Was bribed by the head wife— Oh, substituted wage for work I— To buy a baby life. ‘The best the mean slave could procure ‘Was this—thrown out on some manure. He took it to the harem, told The tale; it wheezed the sot Whose palsied eyes with rapture rolled At hearing he had got In his old age (his youth was wild ) A real live b…
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CHICAGO MAY To meet me! there's a guerdon far above All God's in our unalterable sum_ Of infinite abasement ‘and success— Come, let our spirits mingle! bodies follow According to the grace and kindliness (Of space’s master, Zeus, and time's, Apollo, T love you, Laylah! I am with you now. One kiss, one kiss! O let us part no more! One kiss, one kiss on each beloved brow! ‘One kiss, one kiss where we have kissed before! Irise, I come to you! I come to you! ‘You will be maniac to meet with me. I ride, I race over the bounding blue: ‘You will be th…
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CHICAGO MAY ‘True self is to all life immune As is the sun's self to the moon, ‘Yet this, that is not love, corrodes ‘That self, or clouds it. Lead me far From earth to the unmoved abodes ‘That lie beyond the utmost star! Ah, no! the martyr asks his Lord For martyrdom as his reward. Give me my pain, and let me keep My love! T have no fear to lose My hate: While now she lies asleep, T have one moment's power to choose. I choose the cross. My love shall gain ‘The price of all my Judas-pain. Il Pure hate is like pure love, a calm, a flow Of the pu…
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CHICAGO MAY VI Upon the toilet-table stand in rows Pomatums that had made Canidia queasy. ‘Now we must change the proverb, I suppose: “ Sweets to the sweet” for * Greases to the greasy.” Yet how can one go adding grease to that Which is the fount and archetype of fat? “Skin foods” and “washes,” unguents, lotions, creams— All the devices hitherto invented For spoiling beauty, in their baddest dreams ‘That those foul badgers, barbers, never feinted. It needed Bond Street and the “ specialists,” ‘Apes of those mirror-minded Onanists! Is there no b…
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CHICAGO MAY Love, the sole rock, the fort, the tower, Whence mortal dauntless may defy The malice of the age, the power Of fate or chance or deity! Even as in moonlight vale and hill In holy light and holy shade Are blest, so he that hath his will In the male mastery of his maid. Translucent, all my soul is bathed In that clear potency and calm ‘Swayed without wind, divinely swathed In silken silence breathing balm. The past is past! the future hangs A haze of grey to eastward woven, ‘A haze that only by the pangs Of the dawn’s birth may yet be…
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CHICAGO MAY From A runs this one tale of lust and greed — And yet you think men love you. Love, indeed1 Lie still, lie still, and let my heart run on From hate to—love. I name the one pure word ‘That she blasphemes ; her life's Satyricon Would taint all speech! Yet “love,” obscenely purred From whiskered lips, stillsends my spi To God from all this miry martyrdom. ‘There is a woman, true, fair, wise, and young, Her soul one flame for art and song, her soul Pure as the trilling musick of her tongue, Her heart one flame—for me. The single goal Of…
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16 CHICAGO MAY 1 Could I have forced you once to crystallize ‘The pure drop that I found—but oh! my fate! No sooner starts the portent to your eyes ‘Than in your lust it must evaporate. I made you think and speak pure thoughts—but deed Is smothered in your goatishness and greed! I dragged you to the country, made you walk ‘And work and wash; but you were too far gone, Cheese can't be made, I find, by churning chalk, Eunuchs may safely swill satyrion, Plaster your cancers while you can the knife Comes all too late to give a chance of life. m1 Oh…
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2 CHICAGO MAY XIL Oh, she's not vicious ! All the world delights in Bores her the business of digesting food (When she's not eating) fils her days and nights in, Eked out with sleep and soddenness, a mood Of greed, of gluttony, that no one nice ‘Would dignify with the fine name of vice. ‘Vice needs imagination all the time. Tt is because the common pleasures pall ‘That man turns to monstrosity and crime. But you have need of none of this at all. ‘You like “what's natural.” Right: for you, in sum, Like Nature's self, abhor a vacuum! Oh, but ther…
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CHICAGO MAY See! what a love is child of that pure hate, ‘What hope the heritor of that despair! All I destroyed 1 save, I recreate. ‘What things shall be annihilate what were. Evil was made that good might come thereby, And life to show us it is good to die! Iv O love! O love! lost, lost beyond all hope! 1 plunged too deep within the mire! I strove To master worlds beyond my horoscope 1 sought out hate, and found it only love. I did invoke pure scorn, and lo! appears The pale veiled goddess of immortal tears. Vile, mean, debauched, a mass of m…
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CHICAGO MAY ‘That sets all loathing tingling through my spine, This hate, hate, hate of this “ good luck” of mine! ag Good luck! God save us! Is there one thing worth Gold buys? You bought love; here's the goods! For health, Look at the ploughman toiling in the earth ! Disease and hatred won you by your wealth, ‘And scorn—foul scorn—even from the tipsy knaves ‘You fling your dollars to, and think them slaves! Each one of all the maggots that swarm round ‘Your swollen carcass knows exactly that; What is too rotten, what is fairly sound, ‘How muc…
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CHICAGO MAY XI ‘She never lets me from her sight an hour. On one excuse, five minutes and no more! ‘And then—even then !—she fears to lose her power. T hear her heavy breathing at the door: She listens. “What's he doing?” One confesses That one must leave you to a pair of guesses. r, she will send me out, some time she feels She is safe, and when my back is turned, she runs Through all my pockets eagerly, and steals Each scrap of writing. She was human once : Her thirty years of whoring have snowed under All traces of it; and, by God, no wonder…
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10 CHICAGO MAY It's all so old, so slack, so soiled, so scarred, So shapeless. Were these really living glands Once, a pure fount to which a boy clung hard ‘And held them with his soft, strong, tiny hands? Well, history says it happened. But a man After all doesn't want to kiss Queen Anne! Ix fall Earth's hateful names I most abhor ‘The name of Mary. "Tis a bleat. Of course You must be Mary. Was there not one sore God could have spared to such a willing horse? Turn stripes to satire! So the only way Has been to cut the R out, and say “* May.” R…