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… ululating lamentations of Night! Agony! Agony! the Light within me deeds veils; the song within me dumbness. God! in what prism may any man analyze my Light? Immortal are the adepts; and yet They die— They die of SHAME unspeakable; They die as the Gods die, for SORROW. 73
…the union has never been consummated. Yet even about his sterility there is something engaging. He is much too Amer- ican for any Englishman ever to dislike him. The Americans who rile us are the ones who are not American enough. As it is impossible to be angry with the authentic professor or the authentic American, so it is impossible to be angry with Mr. Pound. For one thing, what a simple wholesome American pleasure he culls from the use of French words and phrases! He, like all other real Americans and real professors, disarms by his naivet…
… it. There was, however, a legend that it had once been done. I settled the point by walking up, smoking a pipe, with my dog (I had no woman available) in nine and a half minutes from the beach to the coastguard station. My cousin, Gregor Grant, was with me on my earlier climbs. These were the most obvious, but also the most important, Etheldreda's Pinnacle --- which I named after my dog, or a schoolgirl with whom I had stolen interviews, I forget which --- was the first great triumph. The second was the Devil's Chimney, and the third the Culli…
…ffirm : ‘ Nothing ness is green , or heavy , or sweet .' “ Let us call time , space , being , heaviness , hunger , the categories . If a man be heavy and hungry , he is extended in all these , besides , of course , many more . But let us suppose , that these five are all . Call the man X ; his formula is then Xt + s + b + h + h. If he now eat , he will cease to be extended in hunger ; if he be cut off from time and gravitation as well , he will now be represented by the formula Xs +b. Should he cease to occupy space and to exist , his formula w…
…t augury. But to—night I am too poor in spirit to hope. Lol I was travelling on the paths of Lamed and of Mem, of Justice and the Hanged Man, and I fell into both the pitfalls thereof. Instead of the Great Balance firmly held, I found only Libra, the house of Venus and of the exaltation of Saturn ; and these evil planets, smiling and frowning, overcame me. And so for the sublime Path of Mem ; instead of that symbol of the Adept, his foot set firmly upon heaven, his whole figure showing forth the Reconciler with the Invisible, I found but the stagn…
…sciples held at 60, South Audley Street. His Holiness called them tiger-cubs, nevertheless seldom have I seen sucha pen full of sheep. A man from Ilfracombe proposed this, and a man from Liverpool seconded that; at last a London plumber arose, and with great solemnity declared: ‘‘Gintlemen, hi taik hit ’is ’oliness his really ’oly, hin fact gintlemen hi taik hit ’e his Gawd; . . . hand so hi proposes the very least we can do for ’im his to subscribe yearly towards ’im foive shillins!” (ear, ear” from a comrade in the corner). However, the sheep…
…sciples held at 60, South Audley Street. His Holiness called them tiger-cubs, nevertheless seldom have I seen sucha pen full of sheep. A man from Ilfracombe proposed this, and a man from Liverpool seconded that; at last a London plumber arose, and with great solemnity declared: ‘‘Gintlemen, hi taik hit ’is ’oliness his really ’oly, hin fact gintlemen hi taik hit ’e his Gawd; . . . hand so hi proposes the very least we can do for ’im his to subscribe yearly towards ’im foive shillins!” (ear, ear” from a comrade in the corner). However, the sheep…
…r was an ex- Cantab, named Humphreys, who had at one time been tolerated by Crowley in order to analyze the soul (if any) of the kind of man who fills his rooms with the portraits of “actresses” whom he has never seen, and boasts of their devotion to him. His only other guide appears to have been a solicitor of the kind that writes you terrible threatening letters, and on being told rudely to do what the Oldest Inhabitant of the Northumbrian Capital actually did (as we are incredibly informed) retires into the Pleroma, and confines his activi- …
…r was an ex- Cantab, named Humphreys, who had at one time been tolerated by Crowley in order to analyze the soul (if any) of the kind of man who fills his rooms with the portraits of “actresses” whom he has never seen, and boasts of their devotion to him. His only other guide appears to have been a solicitor of the kind that writes you terrible threatening letters, and on being told rudely to do what the Oldest Inhabitant of the Northumbrian Capital actually did (as we are incredibly informed) retires into the Pleroma, and confines his activi- …
…at Peak-et! And the muscular strength (which I didn’t use then) Comes in for a subsequent day!” “You are old, Father William,” the young man said, “Yet your tongue is as trusty as ever; You consistently lie in a manner that I Consider infernally clever!” “T have answered three questions, and that is enough, Come on, if you’re coming at all! Pi hold you—this Buckingham’s capital stuff— I'll hold—but I’m hanged if I’ll haul!”
…aterless wastes, a wilderness of wit, Embattled Cold, Imagination’s cramp. Now were the Desolation fain to stamp The congealed Spirit of Man into the pit, Save that, unquenchable because unlit, The Love of God burns steady, like a Lamp. It burns! beyond the sands, beyond the stars. It burns! beyond the bands, beyond the bars, And so the Expanse of Mystery veil by veil Burns inward, plume on plume still folding over The dissolved heart of the amazéd lover— The angel wings over the Holy Grail!
…eferences to the obscurer bypaths of classical mythology, and his not less frequent allusions to the works of Qabalistic writers, have demanded much elucidation. In making the explanatory notes, I have endeavoured to strike a golden mean between the attitude of Browning, when he pub- lished ‘‘Sordello,’’ and that of Huxley, who took it for granted that his readers were entirely ignorant: and only such passages or phrases have been annotated as were thought likely to present any difficulty to the student of ordinary intelligence. It is no part o…
80 THE STAR IN THE WEST blending of Messaline and Margaret in the form of one sweet woman . In none of the sonnets can it be said that there is a single scene of lechery . True we shall have our Buchanans and their ilk , and we still have Rossetti's poems with one of his finest sonnets excised to please Mrs. Grundy ; but matters it what the sewer-rat thinks of the linnet's songs ? leave him in his dank drain , for we need him not , neither his opinions . There is a great lesson embodied in this poem . The lesson that Love is only worthy its hal…
…tities including Egotism and Altruism , Time and Space . Passing to that state beyond progress , which is pure freedom and divine Will , man reaches the stage when he ceases to think empirically under the schemata of Time and Space . The mind at such moments reaches heights wherein another light suc ceeds to the light of experience ; there is a mental “ whirl " which , though irrational to pure reason , has an incalculable value , probably depending on certain higher laws unknown to the rational world . When the soul has reached this point , la…
…not obliged to say, ‘Hoots! ma leddy!’ every time he addresses his wife. The fool who bothers with local colour misses the sunshine. The man with the burette misses the sea. Some pious Dutchman of yore, who wanted to paint Abraham and Isaac, gave the old man a blunderbuss. Why not? You can shoot your son with a blunderbuss! I tell you it’s all symbolism, all hieroglyphics. Take Wagner ! " “Take a cigarette," said Ida. He shrugged his shoulders, and surrendered to the event. “ Mr Rolles," she said, ”it is your advice on life that we are asking. …
…not obliged to say, ‘Hoots! ma leddy!’ every time he addresses his wife. The fool who bothers with local colour misses the sunshine. The man with the burette misses the sea. Some pious Dutchman of yore, who wanted to paint Abraham and Isaac, gave the old man a blunderbuss. Why not? You can shoot your son with a blunderbuss! I tell you it’s all symbolism, all hieroglyphics. Take Wagner ! " “Take a cigarette," said Ida. He shrugged his shoulders, and surrendered to the event. “ Mr Rolles," she said, ”it is your advice on life that we are asking. …
… become famous because they are the Fruits of ancient Trees whereof thou art directly the Heir, wherefore (say I) they are more truly germane to thine own Nature than Books of Collateral Offshoots , though such were in themselves better and wiser. Yea, 0 my son, in these Writings thou mayst study to come to the true Comprehension of thine own Nature, and that of the whole Universe, in the dimension of Time, even as the Mathematic declareth it in that of Space: that is, of Extension. Moreover, by this Study shall the Child comprehend the Foundat…
…, for his mind is sterile and unable to conceive , but his ignorance in no way proves that the Qabalah is mere Buncombe . Because a weak man cannot lift a certain weight , that is no criterion that a strong man cannot . There is truth in everything , and truth lies beyond mere utility . If we cannot understand , it is sheer falsehood to say Yes or No , the agnostic mode being the only right course open to us ; yet if it were put to us to answer such a question as Is the reverse of the moon studded with tintacks ? ” “ No !” would naturally be th…
…mour, with green eyes, whose sword is of vegetable fire. That shall avail me. My son is he,—and how shall I bear him that have not known man? All this time intolerable rays are shooting forth to beat me back or destroy me; but I am encased in an egg of blue- violet, and my form is the form of a man with the head of a golden hawk. While I have been observing this, the goddess has kept up a continuous wail, like the baying of a thousand hounds; and now her voice is deep and guttural and hoarse, and she breathes very rapidly words that I cannot he…
…lead my lust To more deceitful vices, to the deeds At whose sweet name the side of Jesus bleeds In sympathy new-nurtured by the trust Of man’s forgiveness that his passion breeds— These petty crimes ! God grant they grow intense in newer, worthier times ! XX. Yet—shall I make me subject to a pang So horrible ? O God, abase me still ! Break with Thy rod my unrepentant will, Lest Hell entrap me with an iron fang ! Grind me, most high Jehovah, in the mill That grinds so small ! Grind down to dust and powder Pride of Life—and all ! 2 1