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…h he) ; “ For surely in some sore distress May be Sir Palamede.” Then they Rose as one man in glad liesse To honour that great health. ‘“God’s way Is not as man’s” (quoth Lancelot). “Yet, may God send him back this day, His quest achieved, to Camelot!” “ Amen!” they cried, and raised the bow! ; When—the wind rose, a blast as hot 109
…h he) ; “ For surely in some sore distress May be Sir Palamede.” Then they Rose as one man in glad liesse To honour that great health. ‘“God’s way Is not as man’s” (quoth Lancelot). “Yet, may God send him back this day, His quest achieved, to Camelot!” “ Amen!” they cried, and raised the bow! ; When—the wind rose, a blast as hot 109
XXXI From God's sweet air Sir Palamede Hath come unto a demon bog, A city where but rats may breed In sewer-stench and fetid fog. Within its heart pale phantoms crawl. Breathless with foolish haste they jog And jostle, all for naught! They scrawl Vain things all night that they disown Ere day. They call and bawl and squall Hoarse cries; they moan, they groan. A stone Hath better sense! And these among A cabbage-headed god they own, With wandering eye and jabbering tongue. He, rotting in that grimy sewer And charnel-house of death and dung, Shri…
… on earth, however great, can stretch a cord, however fine, into a horizontal line that shall be absolutely straight.” The definition of God as infinite therefore denies man implicitly; while if he be finite, there is an end of the usual Christian reasons for worship, though I daresay I could myself discover some reasonably good ones. [I hardly expect to be asked, somehow.] The resulting equilibrium of God and man, destructive of worship, is of course absurd. We must reject it, unless we want to fall into Positivism, Materialism, or something o…
"GOD" AND "SELF" 205 To formulate the idea of 'self' at all, you must posit limitations; anything that is distinguishable is a mere temporary (and arbitrary) selection of the finite from the infinite; whatever you choose to think of, it changes, it grows, it disappears . You have got to train your mind to canter through those leafy avenues of thought upon the good green turf of Indifference; when you can do it without conscious effort, so that up-down, in-out, far-near, black-white (and so on for everything) appears quite automatically, you are…
…mere maternity You share with swine and cattle! All your care Is duty: let the harlot cleanse herself— Tardy repentance !—In the name of God! Worse, you have lied, and built me up a house Of trust in you as being truth and love, - Who are in truth all lies, all treachery! You made me love you as an honest man ! You watched this passion, this intolerable Desire, this flame of hell; you fed it full, Sunned it and watered—O my brain will snap !— Only to blast it. Take your story back ; Be what you will except that infamous! For as my mother—I shou…
… Come, my Habib, the roses blush, the waters gleam, the bulbul sings — To pierce thy podex El Qahar’s urgent and immi- nent design !7 1. God — not Noah. But the grape here means the physical basis of Ecstasy. 2. The word used here is not [Persian text] but [Persian text] the square root (arithmetic). Possibly a pun with the word [Persian text] jazbat, which I have translated “ charm.” However there is (ac- cording to Mahbub) a mystic truth con- cealed. Arithmetic like all sciences was at one time considered magical by the vulgar ; to this day t…
…t is that we have never seen one ourselves!” This, it will be seen, is the Freethinkers’ * old, old conclusive argument: “There is not a God because we have no experience of a God.”+.. . “ There is not a South Pole because we have not trudged round it six times and cut our names on it with our pocket-knives !” Now what is knowledge ? Something is !—Call it Existence. What exists ? “T exist!” answers the Idealist, “I and I alone!” rather than believe in the resurrection of a dead person, but his speech was rash, for itis on the faith of universa…
…t is that we have never seen one ourselves!” This, it will be seen, is the Freethinkers’ * old, old conclusive argument: “There is not a God because we have no experience of a God.”+.. . “ There is not a South Pole because we have not trudged round it six times and cut our names on it with our pocket-knives !” Now what is knowledge ? Something is !—Call it Existence. What exists ? “T exist!” answers the Idealist, “I and I alone!” rather than believe in the resurrection of a dead person, but his speech was rash, for itis on the faith of universa…
… 111 TO ALLAN MACGREGOR. MAN of Sorrows : brother unto Grief ! O pale with suffering, and dumb hours of pain ! O worn with Thought ! thy Godhead springs again The Soul of Resurrection : thou art chief And lord of all thy Soul : O patient thief Of God’s own fire ! What mysteries find fane In the white shrine of thy white spirit’s reign, Thou man of Sorrows : O, beyond belief ! Let God's own Peace be with thee : let thy days Prosper in spite of thine unselfish soul ; And as thou lovest, so let Love increase Upon thee and about thee : till thy way…
…it whirls Out in a chaos of creative curls And sheathes itself in Me, Arisen above all things that be. III Even as the burning tongue Of God to God that clung
…HE MAN. You won't? O if you knew what I suffer! I will pay you double. CHEMIST. I’m afraid not, sir. You may try else- where. Trk MAN, O God! O God! [Goes out. To him enter on the pavement a bedrageled female. THE WoMAN. Come home, ducky, won’t you? THE MAN. O God! OGod! I cannot bear it any longer. It is the last I have. [He fumbles awhile inside his coat. THE WoMAN (catching hold of him). Come, stand me a glass of wine, there’s a dear. THE MAN. Ah! that is well. Can I use this woman, I wonder ? THE WOMAN. O God! I am punished. Sir Percy here!…
… My auguries are done, my vengeance drawing near Is at your throat. I will be gone. Tis here ! Tis here ! [She disappears. MORTADELLO. God ! God ! Im poisoned. Stop the fiend ! Arrest her, friends ! All my wealth for a leech ! So Mortadello ends ! No ! Jesus ! up and out ! By God ! Ill kill her first, Though all my blood is boiling and my bowels burst ! Give me my sword ! If I must go to hell, I swear
…t weight of shining armour! Here’s a posy, here’s a garland, here’s a chain of daisies! Here’s a charmer! There’s a charmer ! Praise the God that crazes men, the God that raises All our lives to ecstasy !” Sir Palamedes was too wise To mock their gentle wooing; He smiles into their sparkling eyes While they his armour are undoing. “ For who” (quoth he) “ may say that this Is not the mystery I miss?” Soon he is gathered in the dance, And smothered in the flowers.
… is poured, And all the earth is blasted ; the green sward Burns where it touches, and the barren sod Rejects the poison of the blood of God. Yet, through the foam of waters that enclose Their sweet salt bosoms, through the summer rose, Through flowers of fatal fire, through fields of air That summer squanders, ere the bright moon bare Her maiden bosom, through the kissing gold Where lovers’ lips are molten, and breasts hold Their sister bodies, and deep eyes are wed, And fire of fire enflowers the sacred head Of mingling passion, through the s…
202 ORPHEUS Alas ! my soul is filled with fear, Is the hard conquest here? Where is Eurydice? The god hath faded Back to invisible abodes And on these rocky roads Comes no deep perfume of her hair light- braided. Alas! I listen ! and no breath Assures the walls of death That life remembers, that their hate is quelled. My ears, my scent avail. me nought; My slavish eyes are bought By the command wherewith I am compelled, Alas ! my heart sinks momently. Fear steals and misery. From faith in faith of Hell my thoughts dis- sever. Yet, O my heart! a…
…ath Movel I say, and shew your- selves] Unveil the mysteries of your Creation Be friendly unto me, for I am the servant of the same your God, the true worshipper 01 the Highest The Angle 01 Δ of V, in the tablet 01 V The Lord 01 the Waves and the Waters, the King of the Hosts of the Sea, THE THIRTEENTH KEY ΝΑΡΕΑΙ Babajehe das berinu (?שע0030113 larinuji vonupehe doalime: conisa olalogi oresaha das cahisa 316131 Micama isaro Mada od Lonu-sahi-toxa, das ivaumeda aai Jirosabe, Zodacare od Zodameranu. Odo cicale Qaal Zodoreje, lape zodiredo Noco Ma…
…ath Movel I say, and shew your- selves] Unveil the mysteries of your Creation Be friendly unto me, for I am the servant of the same your God, the true worshipper 01 the Highest The Angle 01 Δ of V, in the tablet 01 V The Lord 01 the Waves and the Waters, the King of the Hosts of the Sea, THE THIRTEENTH KEY ΝΑΡΕΑΙ Babajehe das berinu (?שע0030113 larinuji vonupehe doalime: conisa olalogi oresaha das cahisa 316131 Micama isaro Mada od Lonu-sahi-toxa, das ivaumeda aai Jirosabe, Zodacare od Zodameranu. Odo cicale Qaal Zodoreje, lape zodiredo Noco Ma…
… 00-0-a-ipé (South, West, North), I invoke and move thee in the name of paoanu Mada, oD DO Gada soba ilasa iebe boaluabe: od do the true God, and in God whom thou worshippest : and in €metajisa qoadnu; od Do-o-a-ipe micacljoD0 Mada, Febevobe the seal of thy creation: and in the mighty names of God, Iehevohe Cetragrammaton das adarepanu ilasa peripesol, ilasa od gabé Tetragrammaton, who cast thee down from Heaven, thou and the spirits of oresa; ov Do-0-a-ipe tofijilo micaclzo00 AHavda Das i quo-a-al peripesol, darkness, and in all the names of t…
… turn back Over my shoulder if so be that thus My mouth may find thy mouth, if aught there lack To thy desire, till love is one with us. God ! I shall faint with pain, I hide my face For shame. I am disturbed, I cannot rise, I breathe hard with thy breath ; thy quick embrace Crushes ; thy teeth are agony—pain dies In deadly passion. Ah ! you come—you kill me ! Christ ! God ! Bite ! Bite ! Ah Bite ! Love’s fountains fill me.