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Page 7 of 791911 · PDF PAGE 39
…ness completely and immediately.) Tue Cry OF THE 21ST AETHYR, WHICH IS CALLED ASP A mighty wind rolls through all the Aethyr; there is a sense of absolute emptiness; no colour, no form, no substance. Only now and then there seem, as it were, the shadows of great angels, swept along. No sound; there is something very remorseless about the wind, passionless, that is very terrible. In a way, it is nerve-shaking. It seems as if some- thing kept on trying to open behind the wind, and just as it is about to open, the effort is exhausted. The wind is …
1954 · PDF PAGE 71
38 MAGICK WITHOUT TEARS But there is a restricted and conventional sense in which the word may be used without straying too far from the above philosophical position . One might say: "Magick is the study and use of those forms of energy which are (a) subtler than the ordinary physical-mechanical types, (b) accessible only to those who are (in one sense or another) 'Initiates'." I fear that this may sound rather obscurum per obscurius; but this is one of those cases-we are likely to encounter many such in the course of our researches-in which we…
1907 · PDF PAGE 97
NABUCHADNOSOR ENSELESS the eyes: the brow bereft of sense. J Hunger is on the throne of pride; and naught Fills the gray battlefield of ancient thought, The market places of intelligence, Save need and greed; whose royal words incense The jealous God of Israel is distraught. No jewels in the casket nobly wrought. The shrine is grand; the god is ravished thence. On clawing hands and hardened knees the King Exists, no more; is it a little thing? King Demos, hear my parable! We pass, We poets, see you grovel at our feet, Despise our love, and tend…
1909 · PDF PAGE 14
…oke Of slain things kindled, and fine frankincense. Look — deep beyond the phantoms these evoke Are sightless halls where spirit stifles sense. There do I open the old book of Fate Wherein They’ pictured my delight and me Flushed with the dawn of rapture laureate And leaping with the laughter of ecstacy. Mine eyes grow aged with that hieroglyph Of doom that I have sought : the fatal end. That which is written is written, even if Great Zeus himself— great Zeus! — were to befriend. Even in the spring of the first floral kiss : ‘’ No happy end the…
1930 · PDF PAGE 83
…but rouse himself to make the relation submit to analysis, to render it in rational terms, and thereby enlighten his mind and heart in a sense as superior to fanatical enthusiasm as Beethoven’s music is to West African war-drums. Section Gg. The adept should hâve realised that his Act of Union with the angel implies (i) the death of his old mind save in so far as his unconscious éléments preserve its memory when they absorb it, and (2) the death of his unconscious elementa themselves. But their death is rather a going forth to renew their life …
1898 · PDF PAGE 22
…. The world moves not. I gaze upon the abyss, Look down into the black unfathomed vault Of Starland and behold—myself. The sea To give a sense of motion or of sound Washes the wall of this grey tower in vain ; 12
1954 · PDF PAGE 318
…ying into a Black Lodge, and finding himself at home there. Against this risk we look to our insurance; there are two infallible: Common Sense and the Sense of Humour. To this rule there is, as usual with rules, an exception. Some states of mind are of the same structure as poetry, where the "one step from the sublime to the ridiculous" is an easy and fatal step. But even so, pedantry is as bad as ribaldry. Personally , I have tried to avoid the dilemma by the use of poetic language and form ; for instance, in AHA! It is all difficult , damned …
1906 · PDF PAGE 70
… knees My bearded head is lazily lain, Shows like some stirring of the breeze Fluctuant in the poppied grain, No more at all: the vulgar sense is slain. Of all the world alone abides The faint perfume of Patchouli, That subtle death in love; it glides Across the opening dream, derides The fetich folly, immortality. Awake, O dream! Let distant bells And vague muezzins haunt the ear, Gaunt camels kneel by dusky wells, Imagination greyly hear: Allahu akbar! Allahu kabir! Over inhospitable sands Let the simoom its columns spin ! In snowy vales, unt…
1906 · PDF PAGE 43
…e foundation of the rock!” The miner swore. ‘* You —— fool! You clever ! go to school And college and be ——-! Strike you! There ain’t no sense in forty like you! If I don’t clear this muck, the pick Will foul and jam, slip, swerve, or stick. Clear off the chips, the blow goes true. Now, mister, off, my to you!” The last oath faded in the air. The poet woke and was aware 33
1919 · PDF PAGE 433
…nking. The aspirant is now in fact beyond all thought, and this talk of building high the wall or dam is too much like poetry to be good sense. What it means is, “Beware lest the re- awakened Ego, the Chiah, should become self-conscious, as it is liable to do owing to its wedding with Neshamah.” Or, shall we say, with Nephesh? For the organism has now been brought to perfect harmony in all its parts. The Adept has a strong, healthy, vigorous body, and a mind no less perfect; he is a very different person from the feeble emasculate cabbage-chewi…
1905 · PDF PAGE 236
…ody of mortality— - Nay, but on steeper slopes my love shall Strive ! Our bodies perish and our hearts revive Vainly, unless the shaking sense beware The crested snakes shot trembling through our hair, Their wisdom ! unite, One crownéd column of avenging light, Fixed and yet floating, infinite, immense, Caught in the meshes of the cruel sense, Two kissing breaths of agony and pleasure, Mixed, crowned, divided. beyond age or measure, Time, thought, or being! Now thine eyes awake, Droop at my kisses ; the Jong lashes slake Their sleek and silky t…
1898 · PDF PAGE 72
…gn thought, To its own strength a slave by witchcraft brought ! This is not Love but Lust, not Life but Death is found, All the halls of sense with strife cry and resound. The Brain awakes in wrath ; behold ! the foemen flee, All the earth is clad with gold and all the sea ; Driven back the demons yield, falter and cease ; For a little while the shield of sleep is peace. Clear and bright the lamp burns ; clean and sharp the sword, While I watch their paths between before the Lord. 62
1901 · PDF PAGE 116
( 102) LOVE’S WISDOM HERE is a sense of passion after death. Passion for death, desire to kiss the scythe, All know, whose limbs in envious glory writhe, And lie exhausted, mingling happy breath. ‘‘Could I end so—this moment!” Lingereth The lazy gaze, half mournful and half blythe. But there’s another, when the body dieth— Hast thou no knowledge what the carcass saith ? I watched all night by my dead lover’s bed. I saw the spirit; heard the motionless Lips part in uttering a supreme caress: “T care not nor for life nor death;” they said, ‘““Onl…
1912 · PDF PAGE 49
…rcher skill. All night he sits, with ardour strange And hope new-fledged. A gambler born Aye thinks the luck one day must change, Though sense and skill he laughs to scorn. So now there rush a thousand rats In sable silence on the corn. They sport their square or shovel hats, A squeaking, tooth-bare brotherhood, Innumerable as summer gnats 43
1912 · PDF PAGE 71
…ep obscurity.” So delveth he a darksome hole Within the bowels of Etna dense, Closing the harbour of his soul To all the pirate-ships of sense. And now the questing of the Beast Rolls in his very self, and high Leaps his whole heart in fiery feast On the expected ecstasy. But echoing from the central roar Reverberates many a mournful moan, And shapes more mystic than before Baffle its formless monotone! Ah! mocks him many a myriad vision, Warring within him masterless, Turning devotion to derision, Beatitude to beastliness. E 65
1910 · PDF PAGE 201
…ephyr, on a still evening, will throw out of the perpendicular an ascending column of smoke. But presently, as the will gains power, the sense of hearing, little by little, as it comes under control, is held back from hearing the lesser sounds, then the greater, and at length all sounds. The vibrations of the will having re- pelled the sound vibrations of the air, and brought the sense of hearing into Equilibrium. Now the upward mounting fila- ment of smoke has become the ascending columns of a great volcano, there is a titanic blast behind it,…
1910 · PDF PAGE 201
…ephyr, on a still evening, will throw out of the perpendicular an ascending column of smoke. But presently, as the will gains power, the sense of hearing, little by little, as it comes under control, is held back from hearing the lesser sounds, then the greater, and at length all sounds. The vibrations of the will having re- pelled the sound vibrations of the air, and brought the sense of hearing into Equilibrium. Now the upward mounting fila- ment of smoke has become the ascending columns of a great volcano, there is a titanic blast behind it,…
1913 · PDF PAGE 138
mous was attributed toan actress. It bore a strong religious note, an ecstatic sense, and it was at once recognized as genuine poetry. Now it has come forth again, retitled ‘Hail Mary,’ and signed Aleister Crowley. We hope it will be widely read, and serveas an introduction tosomeof Mr. Crowley’s other works of poetry. Particularly we hope the Church will look at it. They will find a religious sense that will astonish some of them. The real trouble about Mr. Crowley is this: he is a true poet—he cannot compromise. The persecution of silly and u…
1901 · PDF PAGE 61
THE COURT OF THE PROFANE. 49 It hath no shape ; and I have no escape ! It wraps around me, as a mist, despair. Fear without sense and horror without shape Most surely there ! O melancholy ! charming child of folly, Where is thy comfort told without a word ? Where are thy plumes, beloved melancholy, Familiar bird ? O emerald star, deep beauty’s avatar, Are thy skies dim ? What throne is thine above ? Where is the crown of thee—thy sevenfold star, My heart of love ? Then from the clinging mist there came a singing, A dirge re-echoes to the poet p…
1930 · PDF PAGE 14
splendidly described as horse sensewhich comes from intimate wordless unintellectual communing with Nature (please do not take that word com- muning in any bad sense ; if it were not for Baldwin, I would be a Conservative myself)the instinct of some people, who at the bottom of their hearts, did not so much believe in these phantasms. It was not so easy to get them to go out and murder a lot of inoffensive people at the word jump. They had to be supplied with something a little more tangible. You will notice how all this sort of argument …