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…her and looked so dear and deep Into her eyes, the wells and woods of sleep, And took the violet from his breast, and stood A glad young god within the golden wood. 39
THE INTERPRETER Moruer of Light, and the Gods! Mother of Music, awake! Silence and Speech are at odds; Heaven and Hell are at stake. By the Rose and the Cross I conjure; I constrain by the Snake and the Sword; Iam he that is sworn to endure—Bring us the word of the Lord! By the brood of the Bysses of Brightening, whose God was my sire; By the Lord of the Flame and the Lightning, the King of the Spirits of Fire; By the Lord of the Waves and the Waters, the King of the Hosts of the Sea, The fairest of all of whose daughters was mother to me; By t…
THE INTERPRETER Moruer of Light, and the Gods! Mother of Music, awake! Silence and Speech are at odds; Heaven and Hell are at stake. By the Rose and the Cross I conjure; I constrain by the Snake and the Sword; Iam he that is sworn to endure—Bring us the word of the Lord! By the brood of the Bysses of Brightening, whose God was my sire; By the Lord of the Flame and the Lightning, the King of the Spirits of Fire; By the Lord of the Waves and the Waters, the King of the Hosts of the Sea, The fairest of all of whose daughters was mother to me; By t…
…of youth ! What gnarled and knobbed Live tree throbbed, throbbed With formidable threat — why did I fear ? What mystery encloses me ? My God ! protect me ! See On the horizon what strange star awakes, Like a gross lion that shakes His tawny mane — and roars. Am I the prey ? See ! like a tangle of black snakes An evil smoke obscures the firmament Belched from his throat ! Now I repent This mine adventure ; I must creep, creep in — I fear the night — oh day — day — come, sweet day ! Best was thy spur, the bloodied silver ache That stings me like …
…. All wild things Yearn towards the kiss that ends in blood. AGAVE, Blood! Blood | Bring wine! Ha! Bromius, Bromius! M/ENADS Come, sweet God, Come forth and lie with us!
…. All wild things Yearn towards the kiss that ends in blood. AGAVE, Blood! Blood | Bring wine! Ha! Bromius, Bromius! M/ENADS Come, sweet God, Come forth and lie with us!
CHICAGO MAY To meet me! there's a guerdon far above All God's in our unalterable sum_ Of infinite abasement ‘and success— Come, let our spirits mingle! bodies follow According to the grace and kindliness (Of space’s master, Zeus, and time's, Apollo, T love you, Laylah! I am with you now. One kiss, one kiss! O let us part no more! One kiss, one kiss on each beloved brow! ‘One kiss, one kiss where we have kissed before! Irise, I come to you! I come to you! ‘You will be maniac to meet with me. I ride, I race over the bounding blue: ‘You will be th…
…n a master-idea. We have dismissed infinity as the figment of a morbid mathematic: but in any case the same disproof applies to it as to God.—A. C. 3 Hail unto Thee, the Blessed One, the Perfect One, the Enlightened One ! VOL. If. antitheses of noumenon and phenomenon, unity and multiplicity, and their kind, are all reconciled, and the only question that re- mains is that of finding the most satisfactory means of attaining Nirvana—extinction of all that exists, knows, or feels; extinction final and complete, utter and absolute ex- tinction. For…
…lass of pure literary lism, which Crowley has arisen to overthrow. A second Prometheus, he has snatched the fire from the secret place of God's glory, and bro ht it down in the hollow tube of his ecstasy-waking flute, and in the white chalice o God’s awful Dawn, he now offers them the wine of the Via Lactea caught from the rosy nipples of the Virgin of the World, of which he hath drunk, whereby the heart of man is glad. The ATHEIST says: A capital exposition. . . . Far as we are from admiring the dreamy romanticism of Captain Fuller’s hero, his s…
…ms cadent as a rhyme Move me as waves that rise and fall. They are the parts, that crash or climb ; I only comprehend the All. I sit, as God must sit; I reign. Redemption from the threads of pain I weave, until the veil be drawn. I burn the chaff, I glean the grain ; In silence I await the dawn. THE ATHANOR. LIBERTINE touches of small fingers creep Among my curls to-night: pale ghastly kisses, Like mournful ghosts roused from their ruined sleep By clamorous cries of murder. abysses Loom in the vista keen eyes penetrate, Vague forecasts of immea…
… an episode, for me ‘indirectly, and through man’s struggle with the elemental powers. In these poems you shall hear the laughter of the gods and of the devils; understand their terrors and ecstasies; live in their heavens and hells. But I not only heard and understood and lived; I sounded and imposed and begat: you must also do both, or the universe will still be a mystery to you as to the others. OF LIFE As for the meanest monad, knit To man by mightier bonds than skill Of subtle-souled psychology May sever. Aim in chaos? None. The soul rolls…
…wavering on Eddying and rippling through the desart sky That now is peopled with the diamond wings That float through all the palaces of God. O now to join them rise the armies vast 34
…one and fire from out the firmament, And all my substance in its fall be spent ; Lest I lie there beneath a barren sea Forgotten of high God, until there went The final trumpet of the dead, who flee Vainly that fearful blast of judgment. Woe is Me ! My feet, in spite of me, in circles bend ; I meet my own tracks often, all in vain I seek some tower or cliff to make an end, I find no object on the distant plain ; Misty distortions crowd upon my brain, And spectre fountains gurgle on the ground ; I drop to drink, and hear the horrid strain Of chu…
…uscoundrel. Out of the way, fool! [Kunocking John over, bursts the door open and enters.| There you are, you snivelling little swine. My God! to think that damned puppy’s my son! Come out of it! VAUGHAN [who has entered and rung the bellfor the servants}. I shall have you locked up for assaulting my servant. BRANDON. And you for abducting my son. He’s coming with me now or, there'll be a fuss.) Mark my words, you rascal. — : [Enter two Footmen. VAUGHAN. Seize that man. [Zhey sezze and hold him after a struggle.| EEsmé! go away to your room; thi…
…2 THE LESBIAN HELL So in a little from the silent Hell Rises a spectre, disanointed now, Who bears a cup of poison terrible, The seal of God upon his blasted brow, To whom His angels bow. Rise, Phantom disanointed, and proclaim Thine own destruction, and the sleepy death Of those material essences that flame A little moment for a little breath, The love that perisheth ! Rise, sisters, who have ignorantly striven On pale pure limbs to pasture your desire, Who should have fixed your souls on highest Heaven, And satiated your longings in that fire…
…bt-goat, slew the goat of doubt ; And that which inward did for ever tend Came at the last to have come out; And I who had the World and God to friend Found all three foes! Drowned in that sea of changes, vacancies, and woes! XXI Yet all that Sea was swallowed up therein ; So they were not, and it was not, 99
…bt-goat, slew the goat of doubt ; And that which inward did for ever tend Came at the last to have come out; And I who had the World and God to friend Found all three foes! Drowned in that sea of changes, vacancies, and woes! XXI Yet all that Sea was swallowed up therein ; So they were not, and it was not, 99
…ess , and still , Unfathomed bliss of night , And seasons moving at their various will : The cup no human thirst can drain outright , No god can ever fill : 187
…rality and the other Decency. He is slippery with Hypocrisy, like a slug; and, labelling the totality of his defects Perfection, defines God as Faeces so that he may flatter himself with the epithet divine. The whole manœuvre is described as Religion. 78. Lift up thyself! for there is none like unto thee among men or among Gods! Lift up thyself, o my prophet, thy stature shall surpass the stars. They shall worship thy name, foursquare, mystic, wonderful, the number of the man; and the name of thy house 418. 79. The end of the hiding of Hadit; a…
…had never a naked limb; then as the brute in him stirs sleep ily, he plasters Love with mire, and leering, grunts that Love was never a God in the Temple Man, but a toothsome lump of carrion in the corner of his own stye. But we of Thelema, like the artist, the true lover of Love, shameless and fearless, seeing God face to face alike in our own souls within and in all Nature without, though we use, as the bourgeois does, the word Love, we hold not the word “too often profaned for us to profane it”; it burns inviolate in its sanctuary, being re…