Collected Works (Vol. III)

THE STAR AND THE GARTER 17 APPENDIX A MADEMOISELLE LE MODELE—DITE JONES (Zo serve as Prelude to a possible Part 11) (The humour of this curious poem is partly personal, and Crowley wished to omit it for this reason. let it drop.| IN order to avoid the misunderstanding, which I have reason to believe exists,! I append this simple personal explanation : let it serve, more- over, as the hors d' wuvre to a new feast. For it is not manifest that who wrote so much when all was mystery, should write yet more now all is clear? It is perhaps due to you, the bed- rock of my mountains of idealism, that I at- tained the magical force to make all those dreams come true: for that, then, this. Further, should Nietzsche play you false, and supply no key to this Joseph confection; a kid glove and an ortolan are alike to him— and, if this be a haggis, much more is this the case !—you may apply to the only educated man in your neighbourhood, as you applied before in the matter of the Bruce Papyrus (I do not refer to the Bruce Papyrus which all whorun may read—all honour to the scribe!), and he will take pleasure in explaining it to you line by line, and letter by letter, if that will serve. Possess yourself in patience, that is to say, and, should I return from the wilds into which my restless destiny so continually drives me, you may hope for a second part which shall excel the former as realism always must excel idealism. I have no hope for your brain, and, I am sorry to add, as little for your heart ; but there must be a sound spot in you somewhere [could you not be zatuxal?—But no, no!], and that spot may yet be touched and healed by the Homocea of irritable, if never yet by the Lanoline? of amoroso-emasculatory, verse. With this, then, farewell ! I There is an eye through which the Kabbalist Beholds the Goat. There is an eye that I have often kissed. (That hath a throat.) 1 A young lady in the Montparnasse Quarter chose to imagine that she was the ‘‘ Star” itself; not merely the model for that masterpiece, as was the case. 2 Latin, Homo, a man; cea, waxen: hence, an angry man.—A. C. 3 Tibetan, La, a pass; English, no, No! Greek, Linos,a dirge ; hence, a temporary peean,—A. C. VOL. IIl. But some of the criticism is so apt, and the satire so acute,that we were unwilling to There is an eye that Arab sages say Weeps never enough. There is an eye whose glances make the day The day of Love. There is an eye that is above all eyes, That is no eye. (Stood proud Anatta on the Bridge of Sighs And thundered ‘‘ Why ?”’) Which eyes are mine, which thine, poor ape, discover, And even yet thou hast not lost thy lover. II. Khephra, thou Beetle-headed God ! Who travellest in thy strength above The Heaven of Nu, with splendour shod Of Thoth, and girt about with Love ! O Sun at midnight! in thy Bark The cynocephali proclaim Thy effulgent deity, and mark The adorations of thy name In seemly stations one by one, As thou encirclest blinder poles Than Khem or Ammon showed the sun In one-eyed sight of secret goals. So I adore, and sing: for I This magic monocle avow, Distorted from Divinity And wrought in subtler fashion now. An invocation shrined and sealed Be this! The many hear me not, Though I be vocal, thou revealed. I scorn the eye, uphold the—what Gods call the lotus poppy-hued, Brave wound of weeping Isis !—eye Of Demiourgos, understood Of none, O Lily, ladily Laden with lays of Buddhist bard, Maiden with ways and bays of mirth, And music—is the saying hard? Shall ‘‘ Cryptic Coptic ” block the birth Of holy ecstasy? Forbid, Ye Gods, forbid! Posed block, you fail Of bulging heart by drooping lid. Can you not serve as finger-nail?