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Page 19 of 671907 · PDF PAGE 73
MADAME RODIN EROIC helpmeet of the silent home! Shall who sings Art not worship womanhood? There is depth of calm beneath the sea’s fine foam; Behind the great there is ever found the good. Honour and glory to the sacred house And ark of the covenant of holy trust, The unseen mother and the secret spouse Ever availing in the sorrow and dust That aye avenge the artist’s victory won, That cover up his monuments of fame, That twist his sight, once steadfast on the sun To the fear folded in the robes of shame:— Lest he, to all the world plain victo…
1908 · PDF PAGE 38
…n the pinnacles of life By greeting Thee with Mary hail ! III Some of us conquer and succeed ; Some in the battle flinch and fail : Thou art enough for either need :— All greet Thee with the glad “ All hail ” ! Amen. B 31
1910 · PDF PAGE 172
…nhabit the untrodden ways, Set ! Thou my god and I thy priest, Thy temple hidden in the haze Of deserts death to god or beast ! Thou who art both shalt foin and feast With me who am both, thy hates co-heir, Lord of the West and of the East The scorpions hole, the lions lair ! I kissed his mouthsublime despair ! Our souls were one ; our bodies met Yea ! darkness cover everywhere The secret of the House of Set !
1910 · PDF PAGE 90
…s glassy red At the buffet of the wind On its cheek all wrinkle-lined. Ah ! thou Lord God ! thus thrice I made thy sacrifice. Still thou art dumb, Though I am duly come
1919 · PDF PAGE 116
…s in strong souls a stimulus to the Will. It is the Furnace of Thirst that burneth up all dross within us. But to each act of Will is a particular Dryness correspond- ing: and as Love increaseth within you, so doth the torment of His absence. Be this also unto you for a consolation in the ordeal! Moreover, the more fierce the plague of impo- tence, the more swiftly and suddenly is it wont to abate. Here is the method of Love in Meditation. Let the Aspi- rant first practice and then discipline himself in the Art of fixing the attention upon any …
1910 · PDF PAGE 81
The Pains and Pleasures of Redemption. 73 But thou art a fool, Habib : thou thoughtest that I was angry with thee. Never, by Allah ! Nor, though He plagueth His lovers, is He ever wroth against them. So eagerly did I kiss every red weal upon thy vel- vet buttocks that thou didst wish thy beating had been prolonged by a whole day. Also, for every peppercorn that did shoot from thy podex, thou hadst a balm. Wise art thou who badest me sell this my garden to buy more pepper therewithal.6 Repine not, therefore, O man ! at the chastise- ments of All…
1909 · PDF PAGE 30
Lonely, o life, art thou when circumstance Occult or open keeps us twain apart! Lamenting through the dreary day there dance Anaemic thoughts; the bruised and bloodless heart Beats as if tired of life, as I am tired Who all these days 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 Dia…
1909 · PDF PAGE 38
…f the wind, Out of the whirlwind did He answer me; Gird up thy loins now hike a man, and find If thou canst answer like a man to Me! Who art thou darkening counsel by thy word, And in thine ignorance accusing Them Who. ere thy prayer was formulated, heard And crowned it with its passion’s diadem ? Who isthe Son of Man, that We should mind him ? Or visit 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…
1911 · PDF PAGE 38
…n the pinnacles of life By greeting Thee with Mary hail ! III Some of us conquer and succeed ; Some in the battle flinch and fail : Thou art enough for either need :— All greet Thee with the glad “ All hail ” ! Amen. B 31
1911 · PDF PAGE 75
…, that all the other darkness that I have ever conceived would be like bright light beside it. His voice comes in a whisper: O thou that art master of the fifty gates of Understanding, is not my mother a black woman? O thou that art master of the Pentagram, is not the egg of spirit a black egg? Here abideth terror, and the blind ache of the Soul, and lo! even I, who am the sole light, a spark shut up, stand in the sign of Apophis and Typhon. I am the snake that devoureth the spirit of man with the lust of light. I am the sightless storm in the …
1922 · PDF PAGE 35
…y at school. And as she paced she chanted from that magnificent litany of Captain J.F. C. Fuller, “Oh Thou golden sheaf of desires, that art bound by a fair wisp of poppies! I adore thee, Evoe! I adore thee, 1 AO!” She sang full-throated, with a male quality in her voice. Her beauty was so radiant that my mind ran to the breaking of dawn after a long night flight. “In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly, but westward, look! the land is bright!” As if in answer to my thought, her voice rolled forth again :— “QO Thou golden wine of the sun, tha…
1930 · PDF PAGE 67
…oceed. 9. Now let a current of light, deep azuré flecked with scarlet, pass up and down the spine, striking as it were upon thyself that art coiled at the base as a serpent. Let this be exceeding slow and subtle; and though it be accom- panied with pleasure, resist; and though it be accompanied with pain, resist. 10. This shalt thou continue until thou art exhausted, never relaxing the control. Until thou canst perforai this one section 9 during a whole hour, proceed not. And withdraw from the médi¬ tation by an act of will, passing into a gent…
1907 · PDF PAGE 74
LE PENSEUR LIND agony of thought! Who turns his pen Or brush or lyre to Art, shall see in this The symbol of his battle against men For men, the picture of the torturing bliss Of his necessity: sits clutched and closed Into himself the adept of wizard thought. Gripped in his own embrace he sits: keen-nosed The invisible bloodhounds ache upon the slot! Soon, soon they are on him: soon the fangs of hate, The sharp teeth of the infinite are in him! Shall love, or fame, or gold, those pangs abate? What siren with smooth voice and breast shall win h…
1909 · PDF PAGE 70
…feel. Recause the wheel revolves, forsooth, shall we Deny a top and bottom to the wheel? The Initiation I am the centre tco, and stand apart. Tam the All, who made the All, in All | Who ain, being Naught. 1 am the bloodbright Heart. Wreathed with the Snake, and chaos is their pall ‘Thou art as I; this mystery is ours. These blood-bought bastards of futility Can never know us, fair and free-born flowers. So they may say — they will — of you and me: '- These poets never know green cheese from chalk: ‘This is the sort of nonsense lovers talk.” Thy
1912 · PDF PAGE 12
…, shoot Thy glance to rapture’s darkling root, Discarding name, form, sight, and stress Even of this high consciousness; Pierce to the heart! I leave thee here: Thou art the Master. I revere Thy radiance that rolls afar, O Brother of the Silver Star! CROWLEY“ AHA l”
1929 · PDF PAGE 404
… and subtle. The aesthetic point was, however, not at stake. The attitude of the authorities was an insult and outrage to the freedom of art. The entire innocence of the statue made their action less defensible, thought personally I do not believe in any restrictions based on prejudice. Great art is always outspoken and its effect on people depends on their minds alone. We have now discovered, in fact, that the most harmless phenomena of dreams really represent the most indecent and abominable ideas. If we choose to find an objectionable meanin…
1911 · PDF PAGE 138
…d against thee. For thou canst not penetrate by force, who hast refused it; nor by authority, for thou hast trampled it under foot. Thou art bereft of all but understanding, O thou that art no more than a little pile of dust! And the images rise up against me and constrain me, so that the Aethyr is shut against me. Only the things of the mind and of the body are open unto me. The shew-stone is dull, for that which I see therein is but a memory. TOLGA, ALGERIA. December 13, 1909. 8.15-10.10 p.m. 136
1919 · PDF PAGE 48
…ion. Thou must (1) Find out what is thy Will. (2) Do that Will with (a) one-pointedness, (b) detachment, (c) peace. Then, and then only, art thou in harmony with the Move- ment of Things, thy will part of, and therefore equal to, the Will of God. And since the will is but the dynamic aspect of the self, and since two different selves could not possess identical wills; then, if thy will be God’s will, Thou art That. There is but one other word to explain. Elsewhere it is written—surely for our great comfort—‘Love is the law, love under will.” 42
1905 · PDF PAGE 70
Our little love and hate, Our hunger and our fear, Pass to a solemn state Pregnant with hope and fate. O Orpheus, we are here! THE EARTH Life hidden in death, Life shrined in the soul, Life bright for his breath, Life dark for his goal, I am Mother, and Burier, and Friend—- Look thou to the end! I am Light in thy Love, Iam Love in thy Life. I am cloistered above Where the stars are at strife. I am life in thy light, and thy death Is part of my breath. My voices are many, Thy lyre is but one; But thou art not as any Soul under the sun! Thou hast…
1910 · PDF PAGE 46
…is she ; The soul of her love is in me ; Lithe kisses with music are curled. Like light on the meadows we dwell ; Like twilight clings heart unto heart ; Like midnight the depth of the spell Our love weaves, and stronger than hell The guards of our palace of art. We are one as the dew that is drawn By the sun from the sea : we are curled In curves of delight and of dawn, On the lone, the immaculate lawn, Beyond the wild way of the world.