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…e the poisonous upas-tree, Its shade the ghastly trinity — Religion, law, morality — Sicken with its stifling breath Human loveliness 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
1906 · PDF PAGE 58
My berries from the rustling bough :— Return, and eat, and sleep. Allow For me, the silence and the night; Life, peace; and death, a welcome wight. 50
1905 · PDF PAGE 189
182 TILE TEMPLE OF THE HOLY GHOST LOVE’S WISDOM. THERE is a sense of passion after death. Passion for death, desire to kiss the scythe, All know, whose limbs in envious glory writhe, And lie exhausted, mingling happy breath. * Could [end so—thismoment !? Lingereth The lazy gaze halfanournful and half blithe. But there’s another, when the body dieth -- Hast thou no knowledge what the carcase saith ? I watched all night by my dead Jover’s bed. I saw the spirit; heard the motionless Lips part in uttering a supreme caress : **T care not or for life…
1905 · PDF PAGE 235
…n! I am hurled Far through the vaporous confines of the world With agony of sundering sense, beholding Thy mighty flower, blood-coloured death, unfolding ! Lithe limbs and supple shoulders and lips curled, Curled out to draw me to their monstrous world ! 1 To invest with divine attributes. Warm breasts that glow with light ephemeral And move with passionate music to en- thral, To charm, to enchant, to seal the entrancing breath. I fall! Stop! Spare me!—Slay me! [TANNHAUSER enters into an ecstasy. This is death. [The evil and averse HATHOOR, or …
1913 · PDF PAGE 554
CHAPTER IV MYSTERIES OF PERVERSITY Human equilibrium is composed of two attractions, one towards death, the other towards life. Fatality is the vertigo which drags us to the abyss; liberty is the reasonable effort which lifts us above the fatal attractions of death. What is mortal sin? It is apostasy from our own liberty; it is to abandon ourselves to the law of inertia. An unjust act is a compact with injustice: now, every injustice is an abdication of intelligence. We fall from that moment under the empire of force whose reactions always crus…
1913 · PDF PAGE 554
CHAPTER IV MYSTERIES OF PERVERSITY Human equilibrium is composed of two attractions, one towards death, the other towards life. Fatality is the vertigo which drags us to the abyss; liberty is the reasonable effort which lifts us above the fatal attractions of death. What is mortal sin? It is apostasy from our own liberty; it is to abandon ourselves to the law of inertia. An unjust act is a compact with injustice: now, every injustice is an abdication of intelligence. We fall from that moment under the empire of force whose reactions always crus…
1899 · PDF PAGE 195
…ns of earth with cold. The raw air steams and shivers Above the sluggish rivers, And birds are dumb, the givers Of melodies untold. Here death has quite forgotten An eager lover waits To pass in yonder rotten Black boat his icy gates. He will not free his lover Till Proserpine discover How near he hangs above her, And yearns towards the Fates. Nor life nor death will hear him, Nor God nor Satan aid ; Though Love no more endear him, Nor Passion make afraid. Too cold, too calm, too holy He stands, consuming slowly In the strong flame that wholly …
1910 · PDF PAGE 71
…to the blackness of the abode By TheeO Thou Who made me first ! Thou Who hast made me, tortured me, Mocked me with life, mocked me with death, Mocked me with loveO misery Of each gods death, of each slaves breath ! Yea, for that Thou didst give me her Indeed my Dorothy ! the sun That fires my life, the spell to stir My souls enchantments every one : For this I curse Thee ! she was fair As day and brighter than the moon And all the gold stung in her hair ; And all the dawn of Mayof June ! Kindled her cheeks ; her eyes were blue As all Th…
1996 · PDF PAGE 91
…ery heart of man, and in the core of every star. I am Life, and the giver of Life, yet therefore is the knowledge of me the knowledge of death. Commentary: It follows that, as Hadit can never be known, there is no death. The death of the individual is his awakening to the impersonal immortality of Hadit. This applies less to physical death than to the Crossing of the Abyss; for which see Liber 418, Fourteenth /Ethyr. One may attain to be aware that one is but a particular “child” of the Play of Hadit and Nuit; one’s personality is then perceive…
1909 · PDF PAGE 224
…am the mate for ye all; I am the passionate Pan. Come, O come to the dance Leaping with wonderful whips, Life on the stroke of a glance, Death in the stroke of the lips! I am hidden beyond, Shed in a secret sinew Smitten through by the fond Folly of wisdom in you ! Come, while the moon (the moon !) Sheds her ambrosial splendour, Reels in the redeless rune Ineffably, utterly, tender! Hark! the appealing cry Of deadly hurt in the hollow :— Hyacinth! Hyacinth! Ay! Smitten to death by Apollo. Swift, O maiden moon, Send thy ray-dews after; Turn the …
1909 · PDF PAGE 224
…am the mate for ye all; I am the passionate Pan. Come, O come to the dance Leaping with wonderful whips, Life on the stroke of a glance, Death in the stroke of the lips! I am hidden beyond, Shed in a secret sinew Smitten through by the fond Folly of wisdom in you ! Come, while the moon (the moon !) Sheds her ambrosial splendour, Reels in the redeless rune Ineffably, utterly, tender! Hark! the appealing cry Of deadly hurt in the hollow :— Hyacinth! Hyacinth! Ay! Smitten to death by Apollo. Swift, O maiden moon, Send thy ray-dews after; Turn the …
1898 · PDF PAGE 57
… may be overthrown, And o’er the wilderness appear the moon With cold lips to bestow the inestimable boon. Still I have never prayed for death, but rather Would be found fighting toward the goal I seek, Stretching both hands toward a loving father, And struggling toward some barren voiceless peak With feet made stedfast, if God made them weak ; So, on the journey, in the hottest fight I would be found by Death, whose palace bleak 47
1929 · PDF PAGE 87
…it is painful. “The Psychopathology of Everyday Life” analyses and illustrâtes this phenomenon in detail. Now, the King of Terrors being Death, it is hard indeed to look it in the face. Mankind has created a host of phantastic masks; people talk of “going to heaven”, “passing over”, and so on; banners flaunted from paste- board towers of baseless théories. One instinctively flinches from remembering one’s last, as one does from imagining one’s next, death. 1 The point of view of the initiate helps one immensely. As soon as one has passed this P…
1917 · PDF PAGE 4
…trange: my soul is scared With desolation of the Blinding day Tiare ome oo rom ye that fearful ihe Was not the Sun: my life has been the death, ‘This death may be the life: my spirit sight Knows that at last, at least. My doubtful breath Is breathing in a nobler air; I know, Tinowit in my soul, despite of thi ‘The clinging darkness of the Long Ago, Cruel as death, and closer than a kis, ‘This horror of great darkness. Iam come Into this darkness to attain the light: ‘To gain my voice I make myself as dumb: ‘That I may see I close my outer sight…
1906 · PDF PAGE 84
His death-spasms our love-spasms, my wife; His death-songs are the love-songs that you sung! Ah! Sweet, I love you as I see him stagger On with hell’s worm a-nuzzling to his heart, With your last letter, like a poisoned dagger, Biting his blood, burning his bones apart. Ah! Sweet, each kiss I drink from you is warm With the dear life-blood of a man—a man! The scent of murder lures me, like a charm Tied by some subtlety Canidian. Ay! as you suck my life out into bliss, Its holier joy is in the deadlier thirst That drank his life out into the aby…
1902 · PDF PAGE 73
…l try otherwise —to raise myself : But if I fail, I will not drag her down ; I will return. Venus. To lose thee for one hour Is my swift death—so desolate am I ! I have not got one lover in the world, Save only Tannhauser. And he will go. Tannhauser. One lover ! Who makes up the equal soul Of all the wickedness beneath the sun ? Lilith ! Seek out thy children to devour ! Leave me. I go to my Elizabeth. Venus. no ! It kills me ! That is naked truth. 1 am the soul and symbol of desire. Yet individual to thy love. Stay ! Stay ! One last caress, an…
1905 · PDF PAGE 6
THE DEATH OF THE DRUNKARD (This, the earliest poem ever written by me, has perished save the following fragment. Its date is 1886 or 1887.) I TERROR, and darkness, and horrid despair ! Agony painted upon the once fair Brow of the man who refused to give up The love of the wine-filled, the o’erflowing cup. “ Wine is a mocker, strong drink is raging.” No wine in death is his torment assuaging. II . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Just what the parson had told me when young : Just what the people in chapel have sung : “ Wine is a mocker, strong drink is…
1907 · PDF PAGE 155
…ing only now desire of rest, Not their old rapture: the warm violet eyes Melt into sweet hot tears ; subtler the sighs Are interfused of death ; The brave bright looks grow duller, And fear is mingled with love’s ecstasies Again, and all her breath Fails, and the shape and colour Fade, fail, are lost in the sepulchral seas. WINTER. Know ye mychildren? From the old strong breast Not weary yet of life’s grey change, not drawn Into the utter peace of death, the rest Of the dim hour that lingers ere the dawn, Spring these that laugh upon thee. In t…
1898 · PDF PAGE 42
…d arms most perdurable. I am lost In thought beyond all cost— Nay, but my spirit breaks the slender chain That held it down. The pain Of death is past and I am free. Nay, I, This body, dead, must lie Till Thou come home again, O soaring Soul. The gates supernal roll ! Flash through them, O white-winged, white-blossom ghost ! Ah, God! for I am lost. - [Jephthah remains motionless, [Morning dawns. Enter Jared, Soldters, Prophet. SOLDIERS. . Hail, captain! We are ready now for death, Or victory, if shining wings are fain To hover over dauntless he…
1909 · PDF PAGE 228
BOOK II The Scaffolding of the Temple of SOLOMON THE KING and The ten mighty Supports which are set between the Pillars of Death and Life.