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…isoned shaft fed with corrupting germs Hath stricken us to earth : the wound corrodes, Breeding within us all its noisome worms, All the black larvae of the accurst abodes : — The virgin of our reed-shrill ecstasies Raped by the stinking satyr of disease! -— 18— ! Il! I who have loved you — shall I love you now, Your teeth dropt out, your fair flesh fallen away, The Crown of Venus on your itching brow, The coppery flush, the leprous scurf of grey? The god that rots the Ifving flesh of man Fills up your mouth — one ulcer — with his groans And al…
1909 · PDF PAGE 45
…old By some strange silent sacred exorcism. You have said 'I love you' — sacraments are true ~ I exchange the salutation. I love you The Black Mass
1909 · PDF PAGE 30
…s have never seen your face, Nor touched the body that my soul desired, Nor have inhaled the perfume of the place That you make sweet —- black dogs of doubt and fear Howl at my heels while care plies whip and spur, Driving me down to the dull damned dead sphere Where is no sight or sound or scent of Her Our Lady Dian, but where hag and witch Hecat bestrides her broom ~~ the bestial bitch!
1909 · PDF PAGE 38
…isit the vain virgin of his pleasance ? Yet ever as he went We stood behind him And conipassed her with Our continual presence? From the black whirlwind the most high God sayeth : Why did ye doubt, 0 ye of httle faith ?
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…e, Chiliads of rape in one unearthly tune. There is the sacrament of sin unveiled And there the abortion of Demeter eaten, The potion of black Dione distilled, The measure of Pan by whirling women beaten. These are but symbols, and our souls the truth; These sacraments, and we the gods of them ; The sabbath incense curls to us to soothe Our spleen, engarlands us, a diadem For that unutterable deed that hurled Us, flaming thunderbolts! against the world. — In ASIII There needs not ask the obscure oracle Whereto these dire imaginations tend. We r…
1909 · PDF PAGE 27
…! Lola! Lola! Lola! peals, And Lola! Lola! Lola! echoes back, Till Lola! Lola! Lola! Lola! reels The world in a dance of woven white and black Shimmering with clear gold greys as hell resounds With Lola! Lola! Lola! and heaven responds With Lola! Lola! Lola! Lola! — swounds All light to clustered dazzling diamonds, And Lola! Lola! Lola! Lola! rings Ever and again on these inchaunted ears, And Lola! Lola! Lola! Lola! swings My soul across to those inchaunted spheres Where Lola is God and priest and wafer and wine — O Lola! Lola! mystic maiden o'…
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…shining With flowers of heaven or flames of Phlegethon Into his hermit cell, her love entwining Into his life with spells that murmur on Black words! For one thing be you sure the same My wine is as the music of your name! Marden. Believe me, mystic maiden 0’ mine, That title shall assure the throne of heaven To you — the more so that your love divine That maidenhood to me hath freely given? Nor have I touched the ark with hands unholy, Nor with unsaintly kisses soiled the shrine: Nepenthe, amaranth, vervain, myrrh and moly Are deathless blooms…
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… husband? The accursed murderer Her God ? — if so be that she hath a God. Foul curses from my life’s envenomed flood Break in a vomit of black foam and blood. IX As one entranced by dint of cannabis, Whose sense of time is changed past recognition, Whether he suffer woe or taste of bliss, He loses both his reason and volition. He says one word — what countless ages pass! He walks across the room —— a voyage as far As the astronomer’s who turns his glass On faintest star-webs past the farthest star And travels thither in the spirit. So It seems …
1909 · PDF PAGE 51
… kings! No sparrows from her prudish Paphian home! Mingle in madness with strange sisterhoods! Call upon Artemis! She will not bend Dare black Aornos with Daedalian wings! To lift you from your seas of bitter foam! oo, All words! words! there’s a hunger to express Nay! wrap yourself and rub yourself in silk! ° press The infinite pangs, the infinite mighty blisses Drink of my blood, engorge my fruitless sperm! Stored in the house of rapture and distress For you were suckled on the poisonous milk Whose key is one of our blood-tainted kisses That …
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…) Therewith, like Maenads ready to be mated Betfcre the Lord of bassara and thyrse. Yea ! we are lifted up! Crested Kithairon Shakes his black mane of pines, and roars for prey. Heave all his bristling flanks of barbéd iron! Fiesh thy red hunger on the bleeding day, O tanreéd night ! till from thy mother maw We wrench the lion child of wonder and awe! — 26 — IX This wine is sovereign against all complaints. This is the wine the great king-angels use To inspire the souls of sinners and of saints Unto the deeds that win the world or lose. One dro…
1909 · PDF PAGE 68
…on my decaying blood; They gnaw the last sweet morsel from my bones. — As on the parched-up earth there flames the flood Of the monsoon, black dust and barren stones [.eap into green, so I whose epitaph Your passion writes, awake to live — to laugh! — 10 — Al Even to the end of all must I resist. New deaths, new births, each minute bolling oyer. I can go on for ever, an you list — Now, now! O no! I will not. O my lover! Spare me! Enough! Take pity! Mutely moans Your mouth in little sobs and calls and cries And catches of the breath, whose bliss…
1909 · PDF PAGE 65
…day; Let me not hang like Christ ! Now snap my spine: Surely you know the trick — when from your lips I see a thin chill stream of stark black blood Trickling, the stream ofhate that glows and grips My lesser life within its sickening flood. Be pitiful, and end your cruelty ! Suck out the life of me, that I may die! an { O.f —— V O brooding vampire, why art thou arisen? Why art thou so unquiet in the tomb? Why hasthy corpse burst brilliant out of prison ? Whence get the lips their blood, the cheeks their bloom? Is there no garlic I may wear aga…
1909 · PDF PAGE 80
…Our Blessed Lord, we can forgive. It is for our loving Lord to set His foot upon the necks of our enemies, and to cast them out into the blackness of darkness for ever. This is quite unintelligible to me. I think this is what is called Echolalia, a sure sign of ‘degeneracy’; or, as I prefer to think, a wickedness which has gone, dreadful as it sounds to write, beyond the Infinite Mercy of God. “ I will send them strong delusicn, ” Oriflamme. — How obscene is all this sym- bolism! THE HERMIT Myrrh — musk. — The perfumes of Sorrow and of Lust. Ma…