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Page 78 of 2031898 · PDF PAGE 42
…urse is on thee for thy dule, That thou shalt know and be assured I am the Lord.” The loud-voiced choir would drown in song The voice of God ; their music woke Echoes through chancel weird and long— In thunder and fierce fire and smoke Jehovah spoke. “ On with the farce ! My perjured priests, The wolves that raven through my flock, Nay, wolves in shepherd’s garb, wild beasts That fang and tear my lambs, and mock At Judah’s stock. “ On with the grim foul farce ! Black hell Gapes to receive all actors there.
1898 · PDF PAGE 130
…nt from the corpse-caress. Ah, this Rots blood and body ; see, the liquor’s lees I drained, whose pangs are fierce with Syphilis. Christ God, damn soul, but quench the pain of these ! This is th’ abyss ! * * * This is th’ abyss. Behold wherein I lurk The lazar-house my mind, wherein do work The horrid charnel-priests, whose loathly song Sickens my soul, and quells the spirit strong. Hell-fire within my heart ! and poisoned blood Through every vein and artery pours a flood
1905 · PDF PAGE 45
…D-LOTUS THE ashen sky, too sick for sleep, makes my face grey ; my senses swoon. Here, in the glamour of the moon, will not some pitying godhead weep For cold grey anguish of her eyes, that look to God, and look in vain, For death, the anodyne of pain, for sleep, earth’s trivial paradise ? Sleep I forget. Her silky breath no longer fans my ears ; I dream I float on some forgotten stream that hath a savour still of death, A sweet warm smell of hidden flowers whose heavy petals kiss the sun, Fierce tropic poisons every one that fume and sweat thr…
1905 · PDF PAGE 110
…t of gold These arms enfold. Give me your lips and kiss me once! O wife, Come back to life ! Nay, let the wind but stir the silky hair, (God’s lesser air, Not His full blossom of woman’s breath!) O wife, Come back to life! III
1910 · PDF PAGE 31
…he wind, and know no certain path Yet their worst shades are tinged with dawning beams ! I have dreamed life a circle or a line, Called God, and Fate, and Chance, and Man, divine : I know not all I say, but through it all Mark the dim hint of ultimate sunshine ! Remember me for this ! And when I go To sleep the last sleep in the slumberous snow, Let child and man and woman yet recall One little moment that I loved you so ! Let some high pinnacle my tombstone be, My epitaph the murmur of the sea, The clouds of heaven be fleeces for my pall, My …
1910 · PDF PAGE 108
THE RED STAR. 55 Each in its emerald pavilion Like the death-god’s majesty Burning his ensanguine pain In my blood, my heart, my brain. Yea ! with the scent of myrrh And musk, and oliban, and strange perfumes Begotten in pre-natal glooms When all was — what ? with infinite ambergris The excellent kiss Of Pan enshrouds me and invades. See how the night-borne shades Darken the grove ! There is no moon to-night The foul red star blots out the stars. So, Pan, thy love That brooks not any light Shall brand its shameful scars Even on this flesh — thi…
1944 · PDF PAGE 98
… things and most remote. Even the horns of the goat are spiral, to represent the movement of the all‐pervading energy. Zoroaster defines God as “having a spiral force”. Compare the more recent, if less profound, writings of Einstein1. 1Compare Saturn, at one end of the Seven Sacred Wanderers, with the Moon at the other: the aged man and the young girl—see “The Formula of Tetragrammaton”. They are linked as no other two planets, since 32=9, and each contains in itself the extremes of its own idea. (See also Appendix: Atu xxi.)
1944 · PDF PAGE 92
…he is crowned with the crown of Osiris; he represents Osiris in the waters of Amennti. Yet more, he is the original secret male creative God: see Atu XV. “Redeunt Saturnia regna.” It was only the cor‐ ruption of the Tradition, the confusion with Set, and the Cult of the Dying God, misunderstood, deformed and distorted by the Black Lodge, that turned him into a senile and fiendish symbol. With the sweep of his scythe he creates bubbles in which are 1The Qabalists embodied in the Book of Genesis, Caps I and II, this doctrine of regeneration. NChS…
1907 · PDF PAGE 129
… lust to entice The insane to filthier raptures, carrion spice Of ordure for perfume, bloom there, fixed bold By the calm of the Master, god-like to behold The horror with firm chisel and glance of ice. Ay! and the petty and the sordid soul, A servile whore’s deformed debauchery,? Grins from the image. Let posterity From Rodin’s art guess Mirbeau’s heart, extol The lethal chamber men ere then will find For the pimp’s pen and the corrupted mind. 1 Le jardin des supplices, Octave Mirbeau. 2 Les mémoires d'une femme de chambre, par Octave Mirbeau,…
1930 · PDF PAGE 111
…, and perform a ritual of banishing Malkuth. But here let him not leave the square to circumambulate the circle, but use the formula and God-form of Harpocrates. 10. Let him advance in turn to the squares Jesod, Hod, Netzach, Tiphereth, Geburah, Chesed and banish each by appro- priate rituals. 11. And let him know that such rituals include the pronuncia- tion of the appropriate names of God backwards, and also a curse against the Sephira in respect of ail that which it is, for that which distinguishes and séparâtes it from Kether. 12. Advancing…
1898 · PDF PAGE 93
…beat and heave when I press lips of fire, hell’s princeliest boon, To thy mad petals, green and gold like angels’ wings, when as a flood God’s essence fills them, and the blood throughout their web grows icy cold ? To thy red centre are my eyes held fast and fervent, as at night Some sad miasma lends a light of strange and silent blasphemies
1898 · PDF PAGE 108
… That clings them round, as fighting men Forget their wounds, with no distrust Of death. Yea, dust may turn to dust, Man’s spirit to his God again, But memory cannot fade, and while My hot devouring kisses rain On thy worn face, in writhing pain Biting my lips, that fiercely smile As tigers’ lips, and gnaw thy mouth, Till the blood spurts in dainty style And blinds and bruises me awhile, Yet satiates the awful drouth ; I suck, and shudder, and rave, and clutch, Thy breasts, with wounds and sores uncouth, Drenched with diseases of the south, The…
1903 · PDF PAGE 89
THE THIRTIETH DAY “ For god’s sake, lords, convey my tristful Queen, For tears do stop the floodgates of her eyes.” King Henry IV. Bitter reproaches passed between us twain, Hers real, mine with sneering logic sewn Proving my trespass hardly half her own, Its cause ; I proved her how she made me fain And left me mad, and led through joy and pain To that unthinkable thing : I might atone No whit in this way : then that stubborn stone My heart grew tears : we were good friends again. Therefore at night I added nothing new : Only a little while I …
1906 · PDF PAGE 74
…sober destinies Thought’s river shall its ripples run Into the one, the one, the one, the one. Bursting the universe, a grip Girds me to God; aha! the bliss! Begone, frail tortures wrung from whip, Weak joys sucked hard from leman’s lip, Ye are naught at all, are naught at all, in this! But brown Habiba’s fawn-wide gaze And white Zuleikha’s drowsy glance Woo me to waking unto day’s Delight from night’s unmeasured trance :— To drink, to dally, to desire, to dance. Ah! beautiful and firm your hips, Habib! ah! coolthsome your caress, Zuleikha! sof…
1910 · PDF PAGE 409
…ombs— Old pagan fables run to seed! Sir Palamede with fury fumes. So doth the Head that jabbers fast Against that woman’s tangled tale. (God’s patience at the end must fail !) Out sweeps the sword—the blade hath passed Through all her scraggy farthingale. “This chatter lends to Thought a zest ” (Quod he), “but I am all for Act. Sit here, until your Talk hath cracked The addled egg in Nature’s nest!” With that he fled the dismal tract. c 33
1910 · PDF PAGE 409
…ombs— Old pagan fables run to seed! Sir Palamede with fury fumes. So doth the Head that jabbers fast Against that woman’s tangled tale. (God’s patience at the end must fail !) Out sweeps the sword—the blade hath passed Through all her scraggy farthingale. “This chatter lends to Thought a zest ” (Quod he), “but I am all for Act. Sit here, until your Talk hath cracked The addled egg in Nature’s nest!” With that he fled the dismal tract. c 33
1910 · PDF PAGE 167
157 AVE ADONAI PALE as the night that pales In the dawns pearl-pure pavilion, I wait for thee, with my doves breast Shuddering, a god its bitter guest Have I not gilded my nails And painted my lips with vermilion ? Am I not wholly stript Of the deeds and thoughts that obscure thee ? I wait for thee, my soul distraught With aching for some nameless naught In its most arcane crypt Am I not fit to endure thee ? Girded about the paps With a golden girdle of glory, Dost thou wait me, thy slave who am, As a wolf lurks for a strayed white lamb ? T…
1912 · PDF PAGE 105
…great renown Rode through the land upon the quest, His sword loose and his vizor down, His buckler braced, his lance in rest. Now, then, God save thee, Palamede! Who courseth yonder on the field? Those silver arms, that sable steed, The sun and rose upon his shield? The strange knight spurs to him. Disdain Curls the proud lip as he uplifts His vizor. ‘Come, an end! In vain, Sir Fox, thy thousand turns and shifts!” Sir Palamede was white with fear. Lord Christ! those features were his own; His own that voice so icy clear That cuts him, cuts him …
1913 · PDF PAGE 134
H . O . Meredith . And God, the creature of my brain , Still went before me sowing seed Of unimagined lust and pain , The thought before the accomplished deed . III. But the dim process of the years , Hidden behind my impulses , Distilled an antidote for fears Sweeter than honey of upland bees . The sun that went yet still returned Nor ever faltered on his race , The moon that on her errand burned And stars a- dance in the halls of space . The plant that flowered and yearly fell , All things that went and came in dust , River and sea , contrive…
1904 · PDF PAGE 66
…, If thou wilt that of Egypt’s crocodile.” 746. Lost ! Lost ! Lost !78—See The Lay of the Last Minstrel. 759. Ain Elohim.79—“There is no God !” so our Bible. But this is really the most sublime affirmation of the Q abalist. “A in is God” For the meaning of Ain, and of this idea, see “Berashith,” infra. The “fool” is He of the Tarot, to whom the number 0 is attached, to make the meaning patent to a child. “I insult your idol,” quoth the good missionary ; “ he is but of dead stone. He does not avenge himself. He does not punish me.” “I insult you…