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Page 31 of 901909 · PDF PAGE 50
…CORRESPONDENCES CLXXXI. CLXXX. Correct Designs of Tarot Trumps. Titles of Tarot Trumps. A bearded Ancient seen in profle*. . . . . .| TheSpiritofAdmp ........ . {il A fair youth with winged helmet and heels, equipped | The Magus of Power 12 as a Magician, displays his art * A crowned priestess sits before the veil of Isis be- | The Priestess of the Silver Star . 13 tween the pillars of Seth * Crowned with stars, a winged goddess stands upon | The Daughter of the Mighty Ones . 14 the moon * A flame-clad god bearing equivalent symbols* . Sun of t…
1907 · PDF PAGE 21
Above soul, spirit, heart, thought, being, mind, Allbut most irrevocably entwined And irrevocably alone. XVI HERE was a boy with O ! the face of dawn, The mother-of-pearl that shimmered on his skin, The breasts like golden roses circling red, The limbs like limbs of a young fawn For lithenessO ! for innocence of sin His eyes burned wondrous bright, his sun-crowned head Danced with its sweet and sacred hopes, So that he paced the enamelled slopes Laughing upon the laughing lake below, Expectant of some strange experience Worth all the woes of …
1910 · PDF PAGE 53
…Upon this bed from which he hath withdrawn ! He may return. A million morns May follow that first dire dæmonic dawn When he did split My spirit with his lightnings and enveloped it ! XXIX So I am stretched out naked to the knife, My whole soul twitching with the stress Of the expected yet surprising strife, A martyrdom of blessedness. Though Death came, I could kiss him into life ; Though Life came, I Could kiss him into death, and yet nor live nor die ! XXX Yet I that am the babe, the sire, the dam, Am also none of these at all ;
1910 · PDF PAGE 47
XLII PROEM. For as I love with spirit and with sense I nauseate at this crawling crapulence, Our whole state, summed in one supreme enigma, Solved (in a second) by a simple Σ. Monstrous conjunctions with black man and brute Level our ladies with the prostitute : Our spinsters chaste in criminal abortion, And matrons with the pox for marriage portion ; Husbands who pimp all day for their young wives, Athletes from Oxford, pathic all their lives, Who sport the “ so ” coat, the sotadic necktie, And lisp their filthy pun “ Mens conscia recti ” ! Pr…
1905 · PDF PAGE 59
52 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT Because my hand may fasten on the sword If my heart falter not, and smite Those lampless limits most abhorred Of iron night, And pass beyond their horror to attack Fresh foemen, light and truth to bring Through their untrodden fields of black, A victor king. I know all must be well, all must be free; I know God: as I knowa friend ; I conquer, and most silently Await the end. VESPERS. THE incense steams before the Christ ; It wraps His feet with grey, A perfumed melancholy mist, Tears sacred from the day ; An awe, a holine…
1929 · PDF PAGE 96
… get no result. An exquisitely amusing incident bearing on this point is as follows: Gerald Kelly, Ivor Back and one or two other ardent spirits, inspired by my success, decided to do Magick themselves. They hired and furnished a room at Cambridge for the purpose and proceeded to evoke various spirits. Nothing happened. At last one of the greatly daring extended his little finger outside the circle. He was not "slain or paralysed as if blasted by the lightning flash" and thence concluded that Magick was all rubbish. I offer this example to logi…
1901 · PDF PAGE 31
…e A lust to match these agonies. The desert wind my body burns, The voice of flesh consumes my soul ; My body towards the city turns, My spirit seeks its fierier goal ; In wells of heaven to quench my thirst, And take God’s hand among the first. I conquered self, I grew at last A prophet chosen of the Lord ; I blew the trumpet’s iron blast That called on Zimri Omri’s sword ; My voice inflamed the fiery steel That was to smite upon Jezreel. And now, I haste from yonder sands, With fervour filled, to say God’s doom To Ahab of the bloody hands, Th…
1913 · PDF PAGE 181
… thee forth, a flower Too fair for the garish day, the barren sod. My Rose! My ensanguined Rose! For ever mine, Mine in the birth of the spirit : the flash that fades, Unveiling still, lights thee, that bloomest still Till that thou dost fulfil The old gray world, divine With the breath of thee in the cool, white colonnades. 143
1913 · PDF PAGE 181
… thee forth, a flower Too fair for the garish day, the barren sod. My Rose! My ensanguined Rose! For ever mine, Mine in the birth of the spirit : the flash that fades, Unveiling still, lights thee, that bloomest still Till that thou dost fulfil The old gray world, divine With the breath of thee in the cool, white colonnades. 143
1961 · PDF PAGE 45
…nstantly more rare. Also, the Exercise of our Freedom will cause Men to be born with less and ever less Affliction from that Dis-Ease of Spirit, which breedeth these false Wills. But, in the while of waiting for this Perfection, thou must by Law assure to every Man a Means of satisfying his bodily and his mental Needs, leaving him free to develop any Super-Structure in Accordance with his Will, and protecting him from any that may seek to deprive him of these vertebral Rights. There shall be therefore a Standard of Satisfaction, though it must …
1901 · PDF PAGE 38
…h, and drank, and died ! Her murders and her blasphemies, Her whoredoms, God has paid at last ; Upon my bosom close she lies, Her carnal spirit holds me fast. My blood, my infamy, my pain, Seal my subjection and her reign. My veins poured out her marriage cup, For holy water her cruel tongue ; For blessing of white hands raised up, These perfumed infamies unsung ; For God’s breath, her sharp tainted breath ; For marriage bed, the bed of death. The hounds that scavenge, fierce and lean, Snarl in the moonlight ; in the sky
1905 · PDF PAGE 79
…the trackless steppes of your Untrodden Land ? ALEISTER CROWLEY. PARIS, A.B. 2446. I MIGHTEIST Self ! Supreme in Self-Contentment ! Sole Spirit gyring in its own ellipse ; Palpable, formless, infinite presentment Of thine own light in thine own soul’s eclipse ! Let thy chaste lips Sweep through the empty aethers guarding thee (As in a fortress girded by the sea The raging winds and wings of air Lift the wild waves and bear Innavigable foam to seaward), bend thee down, 74
1905 · PDF PAGE 129
…rd Without the lute’s own word. So on the soul of Zôhra grew A fashioned orb of fiery dew : Yet (as cool water on a leaf) It touched his spirit not with grief, Although its name was sorrow. “ O for a name to borrow ” (He mused) “ some semblance for this subtle sense Of new experience ! For on my heart, untouched, my mind not used To any metre mused, Save the one tranquil and continuous rhyme Of joy exceeding time, Here the joy changes, but abides for ever, Here on the shining river Where the dusk gathers, and tall trees begin To wrap the shallo…
1905 · PDF PAGE 128
…he chin Hinting of laughter: even now she seems A folded rosebud, where the ivory skin Closes the ripe warm centre flower, the mind, The spirit that was beautifully kind, The sense of beauty shadowed in deep dreams, Sent through the horn gates by some sleepy wind. All lingers: all is gone: a little while, And all the live sweet rapture of the smile Of her whole being is discomfited, The body broken, desolated, vile, Til nought remains but the memorial urn Of deep red gold, less golden than did burn Once the strong breast: the ash within is shed…
1928 · PDF PAGE 81
… quotes, like all unbelievers, the sayings of the Fathers of the Church. I know that the devil gladly haunts barren places, and that the spirit of murder and of lust inflames itself miraculously in solitudes; but it is just possible that this solitude is only dan- gerous for the idle and dispersed soul, which peoples it with its passions and chimeras. It is certain that a wind-bag whose su- preme pleasure consists in speaking from a platform or a rostrum would run serious trou- ble of becoming a furious madman on Robin- son Crusoes island. I d…
1899 · PDF PAGE 35
…s, Spake not a little while, and then began : O thou, a child of Heaven, and a man, Even so my lover, shall my woeful song So move thy spirit for my bitter wrong (God-nurtured though thou be) against the rods Laid on me by my mother, whom the gods, Righteous in anger, doomed, for fiery sin Kindled by hell-flames, cherishéd within Her lustful heart, for sin most damnable, To suffer torment in remotest hell, Where the grim fiend grinds down with fiery stones The unrepentant marrow of mens bones, Or chills their blood with poisonous vials of de…
1905 · PDF PAGE 15
…e veils of the Heaven be rended and ended. Now, single myself as thy soul, I pray to Apollo indeed! Fling forth to the starriest goal My spirit, invoking his rede ; Care nought for his mercy or ire ; Reach impious hands to his lyre. Determined to die or control _ Those strings the immortal at last, though the strings of this heart of me bleed. Come life, or come death ; come disdain Or honour from mutable men, I cry in this passionate pain— My blood be poured out in the pen! 16 .
1907 · PDF PAGE 127
…thought to love, and sees Himself exalted at the amber knees Of God the Father : his bowed forehead burns With chastity’s white star: no spirit yearns More keenly from the abyss; yet, God! are these Subtle star-sparks of spirit chastity’s? These deep-set shiverings saint nor sage discerns ? Laughter and love are over him, entice His life to sweeter scent of sacrifice. She knows God’s will, not he! Her ardour licks Flowers from the dust. of breath, Dost rot in worship at the shrine of death! O mystic rapture of the crucifix | O fool! that, heavy…
1898 · PDF PAGE 10
…ul through all the city vast : Men were afraid. But II knew Jehu was here, whose sword should dip Deep in my loves adulterous lip. The spirit filled me. And behold ! I saw her dead stare to the skies. I came to her ; she was not cold, But burning with old infamies. On her incestuous mouth I fell, And lost my soul for Jezebel. I followed him afoot, afire ; Beneath her window he drew rein ; She looked forth, clad in glad attire, Haggard and hateful, once again ; And taunted him. His bastard blood Quailed, but his violent soul withstood. He blen…
1899 · PDF PAGE 40
… canst not see who hovers over thee ? For I am she thou seekest. Come with me And tell me all thy grief ; thy prayer is heard Before thy spirit clothes in wintry word The fire it throbs with. And her eager doves Waited. From seas grown calm the wanton loves Lifted the hero to the pearly car, Whose floor was azure and whose front a star Set in seven jewels girt with ivory. Then the light rein the goddess left to lie Unheeded, and the birds flew on apace,