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…thin me deeds veils; the song within me dumbness. God! in what prism may any man analyze my Light? Immortal are the adepts; and yet They die— They die of SHAME unspeakable; They die as the Gods die, for SORROW. 73
…OF THE GOAT O! the heart of N.O.X. the Night of Pan. TIAN: Duality: Energy: Death. Death: Begetting: the supporters of O! To beget is to die; to die is to beget. Cast the Seed into the Field of Night. Life and Death are two names of A. Kill thyself.
…is ecstasy; so also is its death. In love the individuality is slain; who loves not love? Love death therefore, and long eagerly for it. Die Daily.
… pleasure in the sport. This is the Comedy of Pan, that man should think he hunteth, while those hounds hunt him. There are no other comedies or tragedies. Cease then to be the mockery of God; in savagery of love and death live thou and die! Thus shall His laughter be thrilled through with Ecstasy.
…l the vampires in their boughs that glow, Brooding on blood-thirst—these are not so strange And fierce as life’s unfailing shower. These die, Yet time rebears them through eternity. 99
…he slaves of reason call this book Abuse-of- Language: they are right. Language was made for men to eat and drink, make love, do barter, die. The wealth of a language consists in its Abstracts; the poorest tongues have wealth of Concretes. Therefore have Adepts praised silence; at least it does not mislead as speech does. Also, Speech is a symptom of Thought. Yet, silence is but the negative side of Truth; the positive side is beyond even silence. Nevertheless, One True God crieth 2rzliu! And the laughter of the Death-rattle is akin.
…a cross; This sackcloth rends my soul to wear, My self-denial is as dross. O, Shu, that holdest up the sky, Hold up thy servant, lest he die!’ ** That our world-worn men of art should believe for a moment that moral salvation is possible and supremely important is an unmixed benefit. If Mr. Crowley and the new mystics think for one moment that an Egyptian desert is more mystic than an English meadow, that a palm tree is more poetic than a Sussex beech, that a broken temple of Osiris is more supernatural than a Baptist Chapel in Brixton, then th…
… Aleister Crowleyin much the same way. Yet Mr. Crowleyis one of our few real poets. He has written thingsin ‘Ambergris’ which will never die. Some years ago a little book of verse appeared, called ‘Amphora,’ which being anony- 129 i