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Page 107 of 1291910 · PDF PAGE 310
…tead, he sold matches in the streets of London; from which abyss a church meant warmth, light, incense, music, and a pageant of hope. To-day, as in the days of Nero, Christianity is no more than the slum-born shriek of the degenerate and undersized starvelings that inhabit the Inferno of Industrialism. So also Thompson, impotent from abuse of opium, reviles Shelley and Byron for virility. “O che sciagura essere senza cog] ”—— Dirt, dogma, drugs! What wonder and what hope lies in the soul of man if from such ingredients can be distilled such win…
1910 · PDF PAGE 310
…tead, he sold matches in the streets of London; from which abyss a church meant warmth, light, incense, music, and a pageant of hope. To-day, as in the days of Nero, Christianity is no more than the slum-born shriek of the degenerate and undersized starvelings that inhabit the Inferno of Industrialism. So also Thompson, impotent from abuse of opium, reviles Shelley and Byron for virility. “O che sciagura essere senza cog] ”—— Dirt, dogma, drugs! What wonder and what hope lies in the soul of man if from such ingredients can be distilled such win…
1905 · PDF PAGE 221
…hat was delight, is ruin, may breed love aloud ; jo j s . again, Four angels trumpet, and earth shivers: the Even as darkness brecds the day: when life is slain, heavens shroud Their faces in blank terror for the sound of ° . . . . them : O who will hear my chant, my cry ; my The mountains are disturbed and roar ° the voice who hear, azure hem Even in this weary misery, this danker mere, (hat laps all lands is broken, lashed in fiery Me, in mine exile, who am driven from foam, yonder mountains And all God’s thunderbolts are crashel— Blue-gray, …
1913 · PDF PAGE 468
THE EQUINOX epic of martyrdom; it was an acceptance and an offering; a prayer for his people, and a pardon for his murderer. The day was falling, and the church was beginning to grow dark. The Archbishop, his arms raised to heaven, lighted by a last ray which penetrated the casements of the nave, stood out upon a dark background, where one could scarcely distinguish a pedestal without a statue, on which were written these two words of the Passion of Christ: Ecce Homo! and farther in the background, an apocalyptic painting representing the four …
1913 · PDF PAGE 468
THE EQUINOX epic of martyrdom; it was an acceptance and an offering; a prayer for his people, and a pardon for his murderer. The day was falling, and the church was beginning to grow dark. The Archbishop, his arms raised to heaven, lighted by a last ray which penetrated the casements of the nave, stood out upon a dark background, where one could scarcely distinguish a pedestal without a statue, on which were written these two words of the Passion of Christ: Ecce Homo! and farther in the background, an apocalyptic painting representing the four …
1929 · PDF PAGE 54
…did, should be perceived, in just the same sense as a man might see the Sun. The second part begins with the words: '“Behold! I am yesterday, to~day, and the brother of to- morrow.” The magician should imagine that he is hearing this voice, and at the same time that he is echoing it, that it is true also of himself. This thought should so exalt him that he is able at its conclusion to utter the sublime words which open the third part: “Behold! he is in me, and I am in him.” At this moment, he loses con- sciousness of his mortal being; he is tha…
1905 · PDF PAGE 182
…ours of night, No sleep so sweet as this is, Whose pulse of purple blisses Beats calm and cool and light. No life so fair with roses, No day so swift to close is ; No cushion so reposes Fair love so sweet and slight. MORS JANUA AMORIS. ‘* None but the dead can know the worth of love."—KELLY. IN the night my passion fancies That an incense vapour whirls, That a cloud of perfume trances With its dreamy vapour-curls All my soul, with whom their dances The one girl of morta! girls, The one girl whose wanton glances Soften into living pearls Comes, …
1906 · PDF PAGE 11
…hing you are ! THE LITTLE HALF-SOVEREIGN.! RED is the angry sunset, Murk is the even grey, Ileavy the clouds that hover Over our Hell to-day. “¢* Say, in our dark Gomorrah, Lord, can an angel find Fifty, but fifty, righteous— Body—I say not Mind.” Sadly the angel turneth— ‘* Stay, ere thou fleest, stay ; Canst thou not find me twenty?” ‘‘ Nay” is the answer, ‘‘ nay.” ‘* Are there not ten, bright spirit, Hidden, nor quickly seen, Somewhere in Hell’s dark alleys, Somewhere in Walham Green? ‘‘ Speak, for I see thy forehead Sadden in dark denial, I…
1907 · PDF PAGE 205
…S VEL LABORIS 199 ALECTO. Hate and fear Leave not for long that bosom. TISIPHONE. Now away ! Back from this night more splendid than our day! MEGZERA. We may not drag him down this chance. ALECTO. Despair Not, O my sisters! TISIPHONE. The next suppliant’s prayer Rejected— MEGAERA. Come, my sisters, we'll be there. HADES. Well, be it so. O wizard, by this strength Thou hast availed in deepest Hell at length. I grant thy prayer. Eurydice be given To the sweet light and pleasant air of heaven ! Even on this wise. With Hermes for a guide Up the dre…
1996 · PDF PAGE 107
…giant gesture. Next, he must give himself utterly up to that Form; he must annihilate himself absolutely in every act of love, labouring day and night to lose himself in lust for it, so that he leave no atom unconsumed in the furnace of their frenzy, as did of old his Father that begat him. He must realize himself wholly in the integration of the infinite Pantheon of images; for if he fail to formulate one facet of himself, by lack thereof will he know himself falsely. There is of course no ultimate difference between the Artist as here delinea…
1902 · PDF PAGE 146
… . . . echoes of Mr Swinburne, Tennyson, and sometimes of Mr Gilbert." "Sickly, sensuous vein." " Holds the first place among the latter-day poets." " The fairest promise of not only good but great work to come . . . has the prophet's vision . . . verse worthy of the greatness of his theme ... all the attributes of a true poet." "Elaborate and perverse . . . the most irresistible trait he can find in a maiden is that she should bite like a mad dog ... Mr Crowley is a strong and genuine poet."
1907 · PDF PAGE 192
…ands of Being firm, invulnerable dews Tincturing its bitter brass, Shielding its vital mass From every word that cries, ‘‘ Thus, and thy day shall pass.” We avail ALACUS. Typhon ! Typhon ! Typhon ! Heard ye that awful moan Leap through the blackness from the miser- able throne? Vain as each pallid ghost, Where is thy fatal boast, Destroyer named of old on Khem’s! disas- trous coast? Old power of-evil curled Below the phantom world, Canst thou destroy, whose might to misery is hurled ? RHADAMANTHUS. What god beyond these twain Abides or may rema…
1930 · PDF PAGE 7
…this j so ail that He doth is unto this end. Ail His Orgia bear fruit; what was the work of a month when He was a full Major Adept is to day wrought in a few minutes by the Words of Will, uttered with the right vibrations into the prepared Ear. — 127 —
1996 · PDF PAGE 146
…. Sigmund Freud, and his school, especially by Jung, Psychology of the Unconscious? which the reader should consult.) The fatigue of the day’s toil creates the toxins whose accumulation is the “Will to Die.” All mystic attainment is of this type, as all Magick is of the “Will to Live.” At times we all want nibbana, to with draw into the Silence, and so on. The Art of it is to dip deeply into “Death,” but to emerge immediately, a giant refreshed. This plan 1 [Crowley read C. G. Jung’s Psychology of the Unconscious on its first appearance in Eng…
1906 · PDF PAGE 100
…e to go. ARGUS. A fool allows a moment’s irritation To move the purpose of a thousand years. Go, go! HERACLES. Remember! We are met this day To call upon the name with praise and prayer Of great Athena, since our ship is built With sculptured olive pregnant in the prow, And all the length of pine is coiled and curled With the swift serpent’s beauty, and the owl Sits in huge state upon the midmost bench. Thus, therefore, by the manifest design, Joining the wisdom to the power and will, We build the Argo. ARGUS. What a heavy club Wecarry ! And ho…
1905 · PDF PAGE 97
MYSTERIES: LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. 1898. THE FIVE KISSES} I, AFTER CONFESSION. Day startles the fawn from the avenues deep that look to the east in the heart of the wood : Light touches the trees of the hill with its lips, and God is above them and sees they are good : Night flings from her forehead the purple- black hood. The thicket is sweet with the breath of the’ breeze made soft by the kisses of slum- bering maids ; The nymph and the satyr, the fair and the faulty alike are the guests of these amorous shades 3 The hour of Love flickers and f…
1929 · PDF PAGE 235
…be done to recognize your services. That your crazy theory should have proved correct is only one more example — we have many such every day — of the operation of the laws of
1911 · PDF PAGE 206
…ul tear. These are with me, these are of me, these approve me, these obey, Choose me, move me, fear me, love me, master of the night and day. These are real, these illusion: I am of them, false or frail, True or lasting, all is fusion in the spirits shadow-veil, Till the KnowledgeeLotus flowering hides the world beneath its stem ; Neither I, nor God life-showering, find a counterpart in them, As a spirit in a vision shows a countenance of fear, Laughs the looker to derision, only comes to disappear, Gods and mortals, mind and matter, in the glowi…
1911 · PDF PAGE 206
…ul tear. These are with me, these are of me, these approve me, these obey, Choose me, move me, fear me, love me, master of the night and day. These are real, these illusion: I am of them, false or frail, True or lasting, all is fusion in the spirits shadow-veil, Till the KnowledgeeLotus flowering hides the world beneath its stem ; Neither I, nor God life-showering, find a counterpart in them, As a spirit in a vision shows a countenance of fear, Laughs the looker to derision, only comes to disappear, Gods and mortals, mind and matter, in the glowi…
1906 · PDF PAGE 194
…ne, as final proof, with not even the intervention of a Bertillon to excuse so palpable a folly, so egregious a crime. What father of to-day would disin- herit, would hunt down to death, a beloved son, on such evidence? Or are we to take it that the eclipse gave proof unshakable of a phenomenon so portentous? In Scene ii. we have another taste of Kent’s gentlemanly demeanour; let our conven- tionalist interpreters defend this unwarrantable bullying if they dare! Another might be so gross, so cowardly; but not our greatest poet ! A good portion …