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Page 146 of 1731910 · PDF PAGE 362
…N HuTCHINSON, Natu Minimus. AMBERGRIS. A Selection of Poems by ALEISTER CROWLEY. Elkin Mathews. 3s. 6d. Printed by Strangeways and Sons, Great Tower Street, Cam- bridge Circus, W.C. We don’t like books of selections, and you can’t make a nightingale out of a crow by picking out the least jarring notes. The book is nicely bound and printed—as if that were any excuse! Mr. Crowley, however, must have been surprised to receive a bill of over Six Pounds for “ author's corrections,” as the book was printed from his volume of Collected Works, and the …
1910 · PDF PAGE 362
…N HuTCHINSON, Natu Minimus. AMBERGRIS. A Selection of Poems by ALEISTER CROWLEY. Elkin Mathews. 3s. 6d. Printed by Strangeways and Sons, Great Tower Street, Cam- bridge Circus, W.C. We don’t like books of selections, and you can’t make a nightingale out of a crow by picking out the least jarring notes. The book is nicely bound and printed—as if that were any excuse! Mr. Crowley, however, must have been surprised to receive a bill of over Six Pounds for “ author's corrections,” as the book was printed from his volume of Collected Works, and the …
1954 · PDF PAGE 289
…T TEARS have people picking up odds and ends which may be perfectly irrelevant, and insisting that they conceal forecasts. This excludes Great Pyramid lunatics; it would be quite simple to do the same sham calculations with the Empire State Building; when the architects protested, it is simple to reply : why, but of course! God was most careful not to let them know what they were really doing, or they would have died of fright! This argument was actually put forward by the Spiritists when Zancig confessed that his music-hall exploits· were acco…
1905 · PDF PAGE 56
…p’s eye Catches its brilliancy Strange lights and hues are horn: I have seen twelve colours hover on a single spray of thorn. There is a great grey tower! Cut clear against the deep ; In the sun’s wakening hour I think it has the power To touch the soul of sleep With its tender thought, and bid me to awake for joy—and weep. This night I am earlier. No drowsy thoughts drew nigh At eve to make demur That I be minister To Cynthia maidenly : All night I have watched her sail through a black and silver sky. Within my soul there fight Two full and ur…
1905 · PDF PAGE 172
…ven Stars! CORA. Tam cut off from God ! bull-emen in’ their corruption Can you not see? Loathsome linked Whisper lewd fancies in my ear. Great fish, Monstrous and flat, with vile malignant eyes, And crawling beetles of gigantic strength, Crushed, mangled, moving,! are about me. Go! Go! do not touch the carcase of myself That is abased, defiled, abominable. MADELINE. O Heart of Jesus! Thou art bleeding still ! This was Thy true disciple. Leave her not, Sweet Jesus, in this madness. Who is this? Enter ULRIC; he carrtes a rasor. ULRICc.? I have a …
1919 · PDF PAGE 291
…hampagne, and other wines, she breaks the entire series by producing cocaine. In literature, there are Poe and Whitman. Neither of these great men had the broad base of education. They have shot up by the mutation of a spiri- tual De Vries. Alexander Harvey reminds me constantly of Poe, but he is a Poe without the element of tragedy or morbidity; while his comic spirit is more in- effably delightful than that of any other human being, past or present, with whom Iam familiar. Poe’s comedy was labored, clumsy, hard-working foolery. Alex- ander Ha…
1929 · PDF PAGE 66
… a small boy, a negro, dressed in a yellow tunic and baggy breeches of pale blue, entered the room. He carried a salver, on which were a great flask of wine and two goblets of gold. Then, to her utter amazement, Cyril Grey stepped into the room with Sister Cybele. They took the wine from the boy, and, each placing the left hand on the [95] left shoulder of the other, they touched their goblets, and, throwing their heads back, drained them. The boy took the empty cups and disappeared. She saw Cyril and Cybele draw together; they gave a laugh whi…
1905 · PDF PAGE 96
…hollows weird and white, Toward the sorrow of the snow 3 To desolation black and blind They move, and leave us death behind. The Lord is great: the Lord is wise Within His temple to foresee With calm impenetrable cyes The after glory that shall be ; But we, of mortal bodies born, Laugh lies consoling unto scorn. The God of Israel is strong; His mighty arm hath wrought this day A victory and a triumph-song— And now He breathes upon His clay, And we, who were as idols crowned, Lie dust upon the empty ground. She goes, our sorrow’s sacrifice, Our …
1906 · PDF PAGE 23
…s Of belly rank with exhalations foetid. Upon this rottenness the sun shone deadly straight As if to cook it to a turn, And give back to great Nature hundredfold the debt That, joining it together, she did earn. The sky beheld this carcase most superb out- spread As spreads a flower, itself, whose taint Stank so supremely strong, that on the grass your head You thought to lay, in sudden faint. The flies swarmed numberless on this putres- cent belly, Whence issued a battalion Of larve, black, that flowed, a sluggish liquid jelly, Along this livi…
1929 · PDF PAGE 49
…tril. He then sprinkled a little upon a handkerchief, and put it to the wound on her head. Suddenly the sculptor rose to his feet with a great cry. His hands were covered in blood, which streamed from his own scalp. "Quick! back to the studio!" said Simon. "We don't want to make explanations. They'll both be all right in five minutes, and they'll think it all a dream. As, indeed, like the rest of things, it is!" But Cyril had to carry la Giuffria. The rapid successions of these mysterious events had ended by throwing her consciousness completel…
1944 · PDF PAGE 95
In this card, therefore, is foreshadowed the final stage of the Great Work. Behind the figure, its edges tinged with the rainbow, which has now arisen from the twin rainbows form‐ ing the cape of the figure, is a glory bearing an inscription VISITA INTERIORA TERRAE REC‐ TIFICANDO INVENIES OCCULTUM LAPIDEM. “Visit the interior parts of the earth: by rectification thou shalt find the hidden stone.” Its initials make the word V.I.T.R.I.O.L., the Universal Solvent, to be discussed later. (Its value is 726=6 x 112=33 x 22.) This “hidden stone” is al…
1907 · PDF PAGE 40
…. ANGELA, If I must— Sir PERCY. You must. ANGELA. Ah love! (She yields herself up to him. A long pause.) Learn my first lesson; at these great moments of life, silence is the best. (Aszde.) There is a more important one. Had that silly gowk but the wit to lead him—d_fizz—where were I now? Nota drain on hisstores, but a—rofessor Spooner,} 1 A well-known Oxford Professor, who en- joys the reputation of having invented the blunder of the class ‘‘ half-warmed fish” for ‘¢ half-formed wish.”
1909 · PDF PAGE 396
… stinkard quibbles ! This defender of truth! How he delights with apish malice to write “in England,” wishing his hearers to understand “Great Britain” ; and when taxed with the malignant lie against his brother which he had thus cunningly insinuated, to point out gleefully that “ England ” does not include “Scotland.” Indeed a triumph of the Reason ! And why all this pother? To reduce all men to their own lumpishness. These louts of the intelligence !_ These clods—Clodds! My good fellows, it is certainly necessary to plough a field sometimes. …
1909 · PDF PAGE 396
… stinkard quibbles ! This defender of truth! How he delights with apish malice to write “in England,” wishing his hearers to understand “Great Britain” ; and when taxed with the malignant lie against his brother which he had thus cunningly insinuated, to point out gleefully that “ England ” does not include “Scotland.” Indeed a triumph of the Reason ! And why all this pother? To reduce all men to their own lumpishness. These louts of the intelligence !_ These clods—Clodds! My good fellows, it is certainly necessary to plough a field sometimes. …
1929 · PDF PAGE 199
… are waiting for us in the garden," she said, taking Iliel by the arm, like a nurse with an invalid. And she drew over her shoulders the great lunar mantle of blue velvet with its broidered silver crescents, its talismans of the moon, and its heavy hanging tassels of seed pearls; and upon her head she set the tiara of moon-stones. "Come, they are waiting." So Iliel suffered herself to be led once more into the garden. In the east the first rays of the sun gilded the crest of Posilippo, and tinged the pale blue of the firmament with rosy fingers…
1996 · PDF PAGE 81
… system,” with all the enthusiasm of Archimedes, and it only dawned on me later, with a curious burst of laughter at my naïveté, that my great discovery amounted to a platitude. From this I came to another discovery: I perceived why platitudes were stupid. The reason was that they represented the summing-up of trains of thought, each of which was superb in every detail at one time. A platitude was like a wife after a few years; she has lost none of her charms, and yet one prefers some perfectly worthless woman. I now found myself able to retrac…
1906 · PDF PAGE 42
…ent eyes, He sits, holds bed’s last slattern-sweet surprise, Late plucked from gutter to grace groves of Pan. 1 The seven Rishis are the great Sages of India. They received from the Gods the sacred Books.
1907 · PDF PAGE 156
… head Uniform, self-repeating, comparable At last to a man’s life: twice seven times dead Ere the light flickers in that citadel, Or the great whiteness lure his soul instead Of many-coloured earth: ere the strong spell Fail, and the Fates with iron-shapen shears Cut the frail silver, hide him from the years.
1905 · PDF PAGE 11
…ds A lesser, inner, more divine, that holds A sin less palpable and less profane. The inmost is the home of God. Te moulds Infinity, The great within the small, one stainless unity! XVIII. I dare not to the greater sins aspire5 I might—so gross am I—take pleasure in These filthy holocausts, that burn to sin A damnéd incense in the hellish fire Of human lust—earth’s joys no heaven may win ; Pain holds the prize In blood-stained hands; Love laughs, with anguish in Ilis eyes. NIX. These little common sins may lead my lust To more deceitful vices, …
1905 · PDF PAGE 254
…esty? Listen. You loved me when I was a child ; And, in my childish way, I looked to you, Loved sitting at your knee and toying with The great cross-hilt, or watching how the steel Outshone the jewelled scabbard when you drew (You would not Jet me touch) the delicate blade Half out: and also fingering your harp, Picking child’s tunes out, while you curled my hair Between two fingers, dreamily enough ! Then, too, you went away out of my life! You see the symbol you have been to me? The swift high mind, the heart of gold and fire,