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Page 27 of 1301954 · PDF PAGE 376
…st, the most natural, that is to say, the most brutish. You have complained pathetically on more than one occasion that I do not seem to know my own mind about Nature; that I am always contradicting myself. Sometimes I tell you that everything is in Nature ; that everything moves by Nature; that to oppose Nature is to provoke endothermic reaction, and then I leap headlong through the hoop of my own construction and want you to defy nature, to attack her, to overcome her. Really, dear Master, it is too bad of you! I know it sounds bad but there …
1905 · PDF PAGE 166
…were vain. The great magician’s soul Is far too weak to risk Elizabeth. All this is past and under me. Above, Around, the magian tree of knowledge waves Its rosy flowers and golden fruit. I know Indeed that he is caught therein who craves ; But I, desiring not, accept the glow And blossom of that Knowledge that is Love. 161
1913 · PDF PAGE 113
…t. The continent that used to be Is hidden in the purple sea . * BIRTH . CHE who gives birth in woe Forgets her pain at morn , Joyful to know A man is born . And all her senses sing That from her blood and bone New life should spring, New , yet her own.
1913 · PDF PAGE 55
…but red; red is therefore the one colour that it is not. This Law, Reason, Time, Space, all Limita- tion blinds us to Truth. AJl that we know of Man, Nature, God, is just that which they are not; it is that which they throw off as repugnant. The HIMOG is only visible insofar as He is imperfect. Then are they all glorious who seem not to be glorious, as the HIMOG is All-glorious Within? It may be so. How then distinguish the inglorious and per- fect HIMOG from the inglorious man of earth? Distinguish not! But thyself Ex-tinguish: HIMOG art thou,…
1907 · PDF PAGE 78
…ood evening, my dear young friend. Welcome, very welcome! Come to the fire, man, and warm your- self. ‘‘ Jam satis terris nivis,”—if you know your Horace as you know your Ovid, we shall get along splendidly. [DENYS stands stupefied. A\.AIN watts, DENYs., I fear, sir, I don’t know my Ovid. [Vth the air of one primed to repeat a lesson.) I beg a thousand pardons, Monsieur. ALAIN, Don’t apologise, don’t apologise. I’ve been expecting you all the evening. DENYS, Excuse me, sir, there is some mistake— ! ALAIN. No! No! There is no mistake. Be at ease…
1913 · PDF PAGE 391
…Son for the sin of guilty men... . FAITH. Say no more about it. As enunciated by you, these propositions are in fact absurdities. Do you know what is the number of God, you who do not know God? Can you reason about the operations of the unknown? Can you under- stand the mysteries of charity? I must always be absurd for you; for, if you understood them, my affirmations would be absorbed by your theorems; I should be you, and you would be me; or, to put it better, I should no longer exist, and Reason, in the presence of the infinite, would halt, …
1913 · PDF PAGE 391
…Son for the sin of guilty men... . FAITH. Say no more about it. As enunciated by you, these propositions are in fact absurdities. Do you know what is the number of God, you who do not know God? Can you reason about the operations of the unknown? Can you under- stand the mysteries of charity? I must always be absurd for you; for, if you understood them, my affirmations would be absorbed by your theorems; I should be you, and you would be me; or, to put it better, I should no longer exist, and Reason, in the presence of the infinite, would halt, …
1922 · PDF PAGE 46
32 The Diary of a Drug Fiend a joke to fill up on coke—or words to that effect, Sir Peter.”’ How in the devil’s name did he know what I had been taking ? “Men who know things have no right to go about the world,’’ something said irritably inside myself. But something else obscurely answered it. “That accounts for what the world has always done —made martyrs of its pioneers.”’ I felt a little ashamed, to tell the truth; but Lamus put me at my ease. He waved his hand towards a huge arm-chair covered with Persian tapestries. He gave me a cigarette…
1954 · PDF PAGE 63
… true to his own nature, and at the same time adapt himself to his environment.) 10. Nature is a continuous phenomenon, though we do not know in all cases how things are connected. (Illustration: Human consciousness depends on the properties of protoplasm, the existence of which depends on innumerable physical conditions peculiar to this planet; and this planet is determined by the mechanical balance of the whole universe of matter . We may then say that our consicousness is causally connected with the remotest galaxies; yet we do not know even…
1898 · PDF PAGE 106
…n the thin blood raced From out the stricken side. The incense fumes, the chant is low, Perfume around is shed ; I am as one of Them who know The secrets of the dead : The sorrows that walk to and fro, The love that hides his head. O living Head ! whose thorns are keen To bruise and pierce and slay ; O Christ ! whose eyes have always been Fixed fast upon the way, Where dim Jerusalem was seen A city cold and grey ! The flowers of fire that grow beneath, And blossom on the Tree Are fed from his despair and death Who sings of land and sea, And all…
1909 · PDF PAGE 21
XIV Behold! I have said. The destiny obscure Of this our deed obscure we shall not skry. We know " no happy end! — but we endure, Abiding as the Pole Star in the sky. You mix your life in mine — then soul in soul We shoot forth, meteors, travelling on and on Far beyond Space to some dark-glimmering goal Where never a sun or star hath risen or shone ; Where we shall be the evil light beyond time, Beyond space, beyond thought, supreme in deathless pang : Nor shall a sound tnvade that hall of crime, Only the champing of the insatiate fang Of the u…
1913 · PDF PAGE 63
Frances Cornford . I only know the sun shone down As still it shines to -day, And in my fingers long and brown The little pebbles lay . IN DORSET. CROM muddy road to muddy lane I I plodded through the falling rain : For miles and miles was nothing there But mist and mud , and hedges bare . At length approaching I espied Two gypsy women side by side, They turned their faces hard and bold And brown and freshened by the cold , And stared at me in gypsy wise With shrewd , unfriendly , savage eyes. No word they said , no more dared I , And so we pas…
1922 · PDF PAGE 225
…retel once said. Yes, in some infernal way he had made me one of his victims. ‘‘ All right—you shall get enough magical diary to let you know that I’m out of your clutches— I’ll put down just those things which will tell you how I hate you—how I have outwitted you—and you shall read them when my Dead Soul has got a Dead Body to match it.” September 14 I expected Peter would be in; impatient to know if I'd wangled McCall. Instead, he turned up after twelve, full of champagne and—SNOW! My aunt, what a lucky day! He was boiling with passion, grabb…
1910 · PDF PAGE 8
4 Reprinted from THE SKETCH of 24th August 1910. A NEW RELIGION A CERTAIN number of literary people know the name of Aleister Crowley as a poet. A few regard him as a magician. But a small and select circle revere him as the hierophant of a new religion. This creed Captain Fuller, in a book on the subject extending to 327 pages, calls “ Crowleyanity.” I do not pretend to know what Captain Fuller means. He is deeply read in philosophy, and he takes Crowley very seriously. I do not quite see whither Crowley himself is driving ; but I imagine that…
1954 · PDF PAGE 342
THELEMIC MORALITY 309 town in Italy , of those that I know at all, where I spent less than 48 hours.) The Law of Thelema helps us to deal with this question very simply and succinctly . First , it obviates the need of defining the proper "End" ; for with us this becomes identical with the "True Will"; and we are bound to assume that the man himself is the sole arbiter ; we postulate that his "End" is self-justified. Then as to his "Means": as he cannot possibly know for certain whether they are suitable or not , he can only rely on his inherite…
1901 · PDF PAGE 33
… us. ULRIC. Unspoken, I demand thy heart of thee. CORA. My heart is broken. This will murder thine. ULRIC. Kill, but not torture! Let me know the truth.
1902 · PDF PAGE 104
Herald. Silence ! Landgrave. Sir Minstrel, you are insolent ! We do not know you, yet have borne with you, Rudely uprising ere your turn was come :— And you abuse our patience to insult The noble minstrel whose impassioned song Touched every heart. Sing in your turn you may. Love is the theme, not imbecility ! Wolfram. That is the subject next his heart, no doubt ! \^Laughter. Herald. Lord Bertram ! Bertram. I shall sing in other key. \Sings. He is the equal of the gods, my queen. He crowned and chosen out of men, Who sits beside thee, sees Lov…
1906 · PDF PAGE 14
…r bonds than skill Of subtle-souled psychology May sever. Aim in chaos? None. The soul rolls senseless as the sun. III. Existence, as we know it, spins A fatal warp, a woof of woe. There is no place for God or soul. Works, hopes, prayers, sacrifices, sins Are jokes. The cosmos happened so: Innocent all of guide or goal. Else, what were man’s appointed term? To feed God’s friend, the coffn-worm! Iv. Laugh, thou immortal Lesbian! Thy verse runs down the runic ages. Where shalt thou be when sun and star, My sun, my star, the vault that span, Rush …
1922 · PDF PAGE 95
…then the telephone rang. Lou did a two- step across to the instrument. “Qh, it’s for you, Mr. Feccles,” she said. ‘‘ However did any one know you were here? ”’ He gave his funny little laugh. “It’s just what I’ve been telling you, Lady Pen- dragon,” he said, as he walked over to the receiver. “I’m a very much wanted man. Every one seems. to want me but the police,” he giggled, ‘“ and they may get on to me any minute now, the Lord knows.” He became suddenly serious as he talked on the phone. “Oh, yes,” he said to the caller. “ Very annoying inde…
1922 · PDF PAGE 161
…ous to attend to the crime wave. Besides they’re too busy enforcing regulations. England’s altogether different since the war. You never know where you are. Nobody takes any interest in politics in the way they used to, and nobody bothers any more about the big ideas. I was taught about Magna Charta and the liberty of the individual, and freedom slowly broadening down from precedent to precedent, and so on and so forth. All sorts of stupid interference with the rights of the citizen gets passed under our noses without our knowing what it is. Fo…