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THE NEW WINE 203 Mysticus , we , if we enter the vortex of subjectivity and objectivity , " shall be tossed about as the world this 2,500 years . "11 IDEALISM In the philosophy of Plato idealism took the shape of a strictly formal characteristic , there was nothing in itself, as Kant might have explained it , an idea however dating back long before either Plato or Kant , and to be first found in any degree of maturity in the Upanishads of post-vedic India . Form was reality, and nothing else , it was the sole and only essence . From such metaph…
1910 · PDF PAGE 27
…y one more satire. The invention was not cowardice but art. My sympathies are entirely with the alleged author of the Quatorzains ; in a world of Winnington-Ingrams it is about the best that any one can do. At the same time, I have a foible : I should like to pro- duce ideal poetry ; poetry free from the false conditions of modern crapulence. “ Clouds without Water ” and this World’s Tragedy are mostly nonsense to a Nina Olivier or a Dorothy Lamb, those avatars of Pagan art. But to a Dilke, lamed by a kick from the British ass ; or to a Burton,…
1898 · PDF PAGE 34
28 AD LYDIAM, UT SECUM A MARITO FUGERET AD LYDIAM, UT SECUM A MARITO FUGERET I The bird has chosen, and the world of spring Under Love’s banner is enrolled, but thou, Chained to the iron couch of wedlock fast, Art mourning while all nature else doth sing The deep delights of Love. Still on thy brow Lurks the dark shade, thy smile is overcast With fear of the world’s thought, and lips of love Pale at that spectre, imminent, immense, Cold Chastity, the child of Impotence, And eyes grow dim with grey distrust thereof. Forget, dear heart, forget ; …
1911 · PDF PAGE 10
… I heard a Great Voice from above crying: Thou liest! For the Volatile hath indeed fixed itself; but it hath arisen above thy sight. The World is desert: but the Abodes of the House of my Father are peopled; and His Throne is crusted over with white Brilliant Stars, a lustre of bright gems. In the North is a Man upon a Great Horse, having a Scourge and Balances in his hand (or a long spear glitters at his back or in his hand). He is clothed in black velvet and his face is stern and terrible. He spake saying: I have judged! It is the end: the ga…
1907 · PDF PAGE 218
…ght of which there is nothing concealed which shall not be discovered . It has taken 100,000,000 years to produce Aleister Crowley . The world has indeed laboured , and has at last brought forth a man . Bacon blames the ancient and scholastic philosophers for spinning webs , like spiders out of their own entrails ; the reproach is perhaps unjust , but out of the web of these spiders , Crowley has himself twisted a subtle cord , on which he has suspended the universe , and swinging it round has sent the whole fickle world conception of these exc…
1928 · PDF PAGE 168
Then at last my soul broke forth, and wisely did she cry, No matter where, no matter where, so long as it is out of the world!
1944 · PDF PAGE 218
world, and drenched it in foul darkness for five hundred years. He will delight to draw close parallels with the cognate phenomena displayed before the present generation.
1910 · PDF PAGE 141
THE DOCTRINES OF BUDDHISM Having sat for seven long years under the Bédhi tree Gotama opened his eyes and perceiving the world of Sam- sara* exclaimed: “Quod erat demonstrandum!” True, he had attained to the spotless eye of Truth and had become Buddha the Enlightened One; he had entered the Nothing- ness of Nibbdna,j and had become one with the Uncreated and the Indestructible. And now he stood once again on the shore line of existence and watched the waves of life roll landwards, curve, break and hiss up the beach only to surge back into the o…
1910 · PDF PAGE 141
THE DOCTRINES OF BUDDHISM Having sat for seven long years under the Bédhi tree Gotama opened his eyes and perceiving the world of Sam- sara* exclaimed: “Quod erat demonstrandum!” True, he had attained to the spotless eye of Truth and had become Buddha the Enlightened One; he had entered the Nothing- ness of Nibbdna,j and had become one with the Uncreated and the Indestructible. And now he stood once again on the shore line of existence and watched the waves of life roll landwards, curve, break and hiss up the beach only to surge back into the o…
1901 · PDF PAGE 119
THE HOLY OF HOLIES. 107 THE MOUNTAIN CHRIST. WORLD of moonlight ! Visionary vale Of ocean-sleeping mountains ! Mighty chasm Within whose wild abyss there chants the pale, The dolorous phantasm Of wrecked white womanhood ! The wizard cold Grips the mute valley in his grasp of gold ! Yonder the hatred of the dismal steep Sweeps up to wrathful thunders, that are curled In billowy menace, as the deadlier deep That menaces the world With breaking foam : so hangs the glacier, rent By giant sunrays, in the frost-grip pent. Yonder again rears up the cr…
1919 · PDF PAGE 395
…so to Paranirvanic bliss— but at the close of Kalpas without number; Nirvénas gained and lost from boundless pity and compassion for the world of deluded mortals. This is quite contrary to Buddhist teaching. Buddha cer- tainly had ‘Parinirvana,’ if there be such a thing, though, as Nirvana means ‘Annihilation’ and ‘Parinirvana’ ‘complete Annihilation,’ it requires a mind more metaphysical than mine to distinguish between these. It is quite certain that Buddha did not require any old Kalpas to get there, and to suppose that Buddha is still about…
1913 · PDF PAGE 184
THE EQUINOX I am stirred to the depths of me when the wind blows The notes of the lyre To me, O lost Rose! My rose of the world, My rose of the mire, With petals soft-curled O’er the heart of desire,— I am he who shall bear thee; who knows not and knows; Whose heart is impearled In the heart of the Rose. By the bow that is bent, By the veil that is torn, By the strength that is spent, By the babe that is born, By the river of starlight that ceaselessly flows By the god’s starlit tent, Oh, I hail thee, my Rose. So day and her lover, And night an…
1913 · PDF PAGE 184
THE EQUINOX I am stirred to the depths of me when the wind blows The notes of the lyre To me, O lost Rose! My rose of the world, My rose of the mire, With petals soft-curled O’er the heart of desire,— I am he who shall bear thee; who knows not and knows; Whose heart is impearled In the heart of the Rose. By the bow that is bent, By the veil that is torn, By the strength that is spent, By the babe that is born, By the river of starlight that ceaselessly flows By the god’s starlit tent, Oh, I hail thee, my Rose. So day and her lover, And night an…
1909 · PDF PAGE 68
…ate. In examining any phenomenon and analysing it we first notice its Name and Form (Nama and Rupa). “Here is a Rose,” we say. In such a world live the entirely vulgar. Next (with Berkeley) we perceive that this statement is false. There is an optical sensation (Vedana) of red; an olfactory sensation of fragrance; and so on. Even its weight, its space, are modifications of sense; and the whole statement is transformed into “ Here is a pleasurable set of sensations which we group under the name of a rose.” In such a world lives the sensuous arti…
1909 · PDF PAGE 68
…ate. In examining any phenomenon and analysing it we first notice its Name and Form (Nama and Rupa). “Here is a Rose,” we say. In such a world live the entirely vulgar. Next (with Berkeley) we perceive that this statement is false. There is an optical sensation (Vedana) of red; an olfactory sensation of fragrance; and so on. Even its weight, its space, are modifications of sense; and the whole statement is transformed into “ Here is a pleasurable set of sensations which we group under the name of a rose.” In such a world lives the sensuous arti…
1911 · PDF PAGE 55
THREE POEMS FOR JANE CHERON Doth not the World's great Alchemist Rule earth's alembic with the sun ? Is not the mind a foolish mist, And is not water one? The slim white body that you gave, Wild Jaja’, with exotic nautches Wanton and wonderful, a wave Of debonair debauches, Is worth the virgin limbs and lips Of her the virtuous, the viceless, With life who never came to grips, Who gave me nothing priceless. Give me the purity distilled From dervish sweat and satyr bruises. The Holy Graal with wine is filled From no unbroken cruses. Doth not the …
1911 · PDF PAGE 55
THREE POEMS FOR JANE CHERON Doth not the World's great Alchemist Rule earth's alembic with the sun ? Is not the mind a foolish mist, And is not water one? The slim white body that you gave, Wild Jaja’, with exotic nautches Wanton and wonderful, a wave Of debonair debauches, Is worth the virgin limbs and lips Of her the virtuous, the viceless, With life who never came to grips, Who gave me nothing priceless. Give me the purity distilled From dervish sweat and satyr bruises. The Holy Graal with wine is filled From no unbroken cruses. Doth not the …
1913 · PDF PAGE 28
E . N . da C. Andrade . STUDENTS' SONG . POR God's sake, let us laugh a little, 1 All our days we strive to seek Things the world calls worthy , brittle Bubbles breaking while we speak . Half believing old pretences , Fearing censure from the wise , Down we bow 'fore what our senses Tells us are inanities. The sun's out: damn their teaching The sun 's out : damn all preaching We are wise , but we will prove We are not too wise to love. Teachers , when you've often said it, You believe much foolishness : Preachers, do you really credit All you t…
1905 · PDF PAGE 112
…ct: Man’s-work is God made mani- fest; Life is all Peace again. And Dreams are beyond life. Their wider scope, Limitless Empire o’er the world of thought, Help my desires to press Beyond all stars toward God and Heaven and Hope ; And in the world-amazing chase is wrought Somehow—all Happiness. THE TRIUMPH OF MAN. BEFORE the darkness, earlier than being, When yet thought was not, shapeless and unseeing, | Made misbegotten of deity on death, There brooded on the waters the strange breath Of an incarnate hatred. Darkness fell And chaos, from prodi…
1901 · PDF PAGE 53
… and breakers grown grey, When the storm sweeps triumphantly home From the bed of the violate day, In the furious waves of the sea, wild world of tem- pestuous night, Our song is as light! In the tumult of manifold fire, Multitudinous mutable feet That dance to an infinite lyre On the heart of the world as they beat, In the flowers of the bride of the flame, in the warrior Lord of the Fire, There burns our desire! AMENHATEP. Cry now, bewail the broken house, bewail The ruin of the land; cry out on Fate! CHORUS. Slow wheels of unbegotten hate An…