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…s of prayer ! Champney’s physique being impaired, one may suppose by his excessive devotion of Jesus, he arranged to give 60 strokes one day, and 60 the next. My memory fails — perhaps Barton will one day oblige with his reminiscences — but I fancy the first day came so near killing him that he escaped the second. I remember one licking I got — on the legs, because flog- ging the buttocks excites the victim’s sensuality ! — 15 mi- nutes prayer, 15 strokes of the cane, 15 minutes more prayer, 15 more strokes — and more prayer to top it ! 5. On S…
1910 · PDF PAGE 115
…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 a snake, The itch of blood, the shapeless thing that nestles Between my baby breasts, The lion lust that wrestles With mine own soul — I understand so little — Nay ! not the tiniest tittle ! All that I know is this — the pangs consume
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…ed And eventually killed. THE VULTURE That sounds lovely. THE LAMB Do you think so ? I record my vote against it. THE DOVE Stupid ! in a day or so We will have you rise again. THE LAMB Really ! I may be a dullard ; But I cannot see the point Of this most elaborate nonsense.
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…es and the lyres ! Follow, o follow, Sweet seed of the sun ! Through the wood, through the hollow, The race is begun That shall fill the day up With the roses of pleasure, The rod — and the cup — And the crown of our treasure ! Sweet are our voices ; Our bodies are bare ; Their spirit rejoices Afloat in the air,
1910 · PDF PAGE 117
…o thy lament, The ululation of that wolfish stress ; And I am sent To heal thy loneliness. MIRIAM Ah ! thou art not as he that saw me To-day. Thou art comelier than he, And softly mayest thou draw me From this perplexity. But hast thou — hast thou such a thing of fear (Like an old giant’s knotty spear) As he ? Thou dost not laugh and leer As he did. No ! I will not show my face She drops her veil. Stand back, stand back a space ! She advances toward him.
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…leuth-hound scent for subtle truth, The essential youth Of all things is corrupt. I will away Into the mystic palaces of Pan Hidden from day, Hidden from man, Awaiting there the coming of the Sphinx Whose genius drinks The poison of this pestilence, and saves The world from all its lords and slaves. Ho ! for his chariot-wheels that whirl afar ! His hawk’s eye flashing through the silver star ! Upon the heights his standard shall be plant Free, equal, passionate, pagan, dominant, Mystic, indomitable, self-controlled, The red rose glowing on its …
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… pain and joy — With equal eye — in the meantime — Dear boy, Wake ! Let us revel it the while we may, Love dawning ever with the dawning day. Wake, brothers, sisters ! It is time to stir. The owl, the night-hawk, sad and sinister,
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…s with the prostitute : Our spinsters chaste in criminal abortion, And matrons with the pox for marriage portion ; Husbands who pimp all day for their young wives, Athletes from Oxford, pathic all their lives, Who sport the “ so ” coat, the sotadic necktie, And lisp their filthy pun “ Mens conscia recti ” ! Priests who are celibates — outside the choir ! Maidens who rave in Lesbian desire ; The buck of sixty, cunning as a trapper, Stalking the pig-tailed, masturbating flapper ; The creeping Jesus — Caution ! we may shock it ! — With one hand th…
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…raphic survive. Shakespeare, Sterne, Swift, Rabelais, Villon, — what names have we to put against these ? Milton and some lesser. And to-day ? What authors of the last century do we find on our shelves ? Byron, exiled, yet with wealth suffi- cient to mock his foes ; Shelley, expelled from Oxford, exi- led, robbed of his children ; Keats, bullied into consump- tion ; Blake, nigh starved ; Flaubert, Baudelaire, Gautier, Zola, Richepin all prosecuted, suppressed ; Verlaine, his life a mere holiday between spells of prison. I cannot quote you the g…
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…egan with Luther, perhaps, and went on with Wesley : but no matter ! — what I am trying to get at is the religion which makes England to-day a hell for any man who cares at all for freedom. That religion they call Christianity ; the devil they honour they call God. I accept these definitions, as a poet must do, if he is to be at all intelligible to his age, and it is their God and their religion that I hate and will destroy. THE POEM ITSELF I should really leave this to my friend Captain Fuller to dissect at his leisure, that he might bye-and-b…
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…lue — they must seem miracles of virility and truth. Natural love and love of Nature are poetry everywhere ; and (idleness !) I hope one day to be able to leave the English hypocrites to their own beastliness, and live in my own world. Until I am wanted ; in the hour of battle. One thing I must ask ; let this book be assiduously
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… the poor sheep ! pota- toes ? bad for his fat ; artichoke ? bad for his gout. Tomatoes ? cause of cancer. Wine ? the great curse of our day, my dear sir. Milk ? a mere mass of tubercle bacilli. Water ? Typhoid ! do you want to poison me, my dear friend ? Beer ? Well, perhaps a little beer — for he has sha- res in a brewery. You have already seen how this awful fear of nature and of God is twisted into an engine of oppression and tor- ture against any one who declines to grovel and cringe before their filthy fetish. It is obvious that cowardice…
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… without very serious attention. In the first place, my predecessor Shelley was so natu- rally gentle that his Prometheus can be read to-day by our young ladies without their ever suspecting that he was getting at God. Nietzsche on the other hand is very obscure, very super- ficial, very philosophical, and he did not write English. I have been trained in a harder school than Shelley ; and so my little finger is thicker than my father’s loins. He went and “ trod the glaciers of the Alps ” — the Mer de Glace ; I broke the record by my 68 days on …
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… the moun- tains, where my tutors could not follow me, and where delightful peasant girls could and did follow me — God bless them ! One day I had a difference of opinion with a tutor, in the course of which he fell from a rock into a loch (whose name I forget) near Forsinard. Memory fails to recall the actual cause of dispute ; but I think I had thrown his fishing-rod into the loch, and thought that it was expedient for him to try and retrieve it. The same night he found me in the heather with Belle Mc. Kay the local beauty (God bless her !), …
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… revolting cruelties which they inflicted on the only pretty and decent member of the family, my dear “ sister ” Isabelle, caused me one day to knock their heads together and walk out of the house. They sent me to Cambridge. I found myself my own master, and settled down to lead a righteous, sober and godly life ; and to make up for lost time in the matter of education. Outside purely scholastic subjects, they had taught me to fight, to love the truth, to hate oppression, — and by God ! I think they taught me well. On my soul, I should thank th…
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…d abode in me and I in him — and wrote for four nights night by night, until the World’s Tragedy lay finished and perfect before me. All day I kept myself up to the mark by the stern