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… ate and drank the princely wage And almost I grew sleek : And then I married me a wife Who made ten shillings more ; So rich we were we thought that life Was easy for the poor . 108
H . O . Meredith . And God, the creature of my brain , Still went before me sowing seed Of unimagined lust and pain , The thought before the accomplished deed . III. But the dim process of the years , Hidden behind my impulses , Distilled an antidote for fears Sweeter than honey of upland bees . The sun that went yet still returned Nor ever faltered on his race , The moon that on her errand burned And stars a- dance in the halls of space . The plant that flowered and yearly fell , All things that went and came in dust , River and sea , contrive…
KE®AAH NE THE DROOPING SUNFLOWER The One Thought vanished; all my mind was tom to rags: ——— nay! nay! my head was mashed into wood pulp, and thereon the Daily Newspaper was printed. Thus wrote I, since my One Love was torn from me. I cannot work: I cannot think: I seek distraction here: I seek distraction there: but this is all my truth, that Z who love have lost; and how may 1 regain? I must have money to get to America. O Mage! Sage! Gauge thy Wage, or in the Page of thine Age is written Rage! O my darling! We should not have spent Ninety Pou…
THE TEMPLE OF SOLOMON THE KING me. The one dominant thought in my brain was: “That is it,” 2e, Dhyana. The characteristic perspiration which marks the first stage of success in Pranayama possesses the odour, September taste, colour, and almost the consistency of semen. 11th. 6.25-6.45 Pranayama. Fifteen minutes. 10. 20. 30. No perspira- am.am. tion. 10.30-10.45 Pranayama. Twelve minutes: 10. 20, 30. am. am. Pranayama. Eight minutes: 10, 20. 30. 6.0-6.30 With great effort. p.m. p.m. Cannot do Pranayama 30. 60. 15. more than once through, I tried…
THE TEMPLE OF SOLOMON THE KING me. The one dominant thought in my brain was: “That is it,” 2e, Dhyana. The characteristic perspiration which marks the first stage of success in Pranayama possesses the odour, September taste, colour, and almost the consistency of semen. 11th. 6.25-6.45 Pranayama. Fifteen minutes. 10. 20. 30. No perspira- am.am. tion. 10.30-10.45 Pranayama. Twelve minutes: 10. 20, 30. am. am. Pranayama. Eight minutes: 10, 20. 30. 6.0-6.30 With great effort. p.m. p.m. Cannot do Pranayama 30. 60. 15. more than once through, I tried…
…s we've faced the others.”’ The personality of the man radiated energy. The momentary contact with his mind had destroyed the current of thought which had been obsessing ours. Yet it was a fearful pang to be torn away from the fixed idea which had imposed itself as the necessary conclusion of a course of thought and action extending over so long a peri I can imagine a man reprieved at the foot of a scaffold experiencing an acute annoyance at being wrenched away from the logical outcome of his tendencies. “Cowards die many times before their dea…
…would make a most useful volume. This would be your property: so that you get full material value, perhaps much more, for your outlay. I thought of the plan because one such arrangement has recently come to an end, with amazingly happy results: they should lie open to your admiring gaze in a few months from now. Incidentally , I personally get nothing out of it; secretarial work costs money these days. But there is another great advantage; it keeps both of us up to the mark. Also, in such letters a great deal of odds and ends of knowledge tum u…
…hat Mary has to men. Seek not the winepress and the rising sun Beyond thy ken ! Tannhauser [aside). Who is this man that reads my inmost thought ? The Unknown Minstrel. I sing of love, most delicate and pure, Surely the crown of life ! How slow and sweet Its music ! Shall the ecstasy endure, Sunshine on wheat ? 104
…t lies Mid the faint flax of her hair Fallen on her foolish broideries : She is too deathly fair. She staresshe staresshe reads this thought, What black joy her harsh cough affirms. Life leersa jesting Juggernaut ! Death beckons, beckons to the worms. And the smile upon his face is fraught With all its ghastly terms. Out of the glimmer and incense-reek Two clamorous colour-cries emerge. The frightful flush that stains her cheek Is the rouge of the White Scourge ; Her pallor is like a spectre sleek That dances to a dirge. Her slim transpare…
…m his tree the man-vulture. THE VULTURE Yaugh Waugh ! Butch ! this is terrible That all these people should be happy — Pss ! — Without a thought of Me ! Ga ! Ga ! the plague Rot them in hell ! Cramp ! Ague ! Pox ! Gout ! Stone — Hoo ! What shall I do to stop it ? It’s sin — sin — sin. I hate them. Oog ! I want them to go groaning Over imaginary ills With white eyes twisted up to Me, Where I sit and croak And snarl ! Ugh ! Faugh ! I’m Yaugh Waugh ! I’m Yaugh Waugh !
… against that bitter day, and he took fair maidens, and was their servant. And he builded a fine house and dwelt therein. And he took no thought. But he said: Here is a change indeed ! 1 The common formula for beginning a ‘‘ Jataka,” or story of a previous incarnation of Buddha. Brahmadatta reigned 120,000 years. 2 The Sun. 3 The Moon, 4 Perdurabo.,Crowley’s motto. VOL. II. 225 ‘* Now it came to pass that after many years he looked upon his lover, the bride of his heart, the rose of his garden, the jewel of his rosary; and behold, the olive lov…
… Parliament. People said that he lived on her earnings. There were even darker whispers. Two or three pretty wise birds had told me they thought it was she, and not poor little Mati Hara, who tipped off the Tanks to the Boche. Did I mention that my sculptor’s name was Owen ? Well, it was, is, and will be while the name of Art endures. He was supporting himself unsteadily with one hand on the table, while with the other he put his guests in their seats. I thought of a child playing with dolls. : , As the first four sat down, I saw two other girl…
…'m not sure that Fabre d'Olivet didn't skate round the edges. I put to myself this question: when I pronounce the letter so-and-so, what thought or class of thought tends to arise in my mind? (If you practise this in public, people may wonder!) With the vowels, one does seem to find a natural correspondence. (I wrote a ballet , The Blind Prophet, on these lines, long before it struck me to investigate on scientific lines.) The Hindus knew this with their A-U-M: A is the open breath, 0 the controlled force, M no breath at all. (See Magick, pp. 4…
6 ARGONAUTAE But all your prayers are answered by yourselves, As I myself achieve this thought of mine. CHORUS. To me thou seemest to blaspheme the gods. MEDEA. Belike I seem, O ye of little wit. CHORUS. Surely thy tender years and gentle looks Belie such hatred to our king! I scorn To triumph on an enemy once fallen. MEDEA. Fools always! I am tenderer than my years, And gentler than my glances. CHORUS. Sayst thou—what? MEDEA, Ye know me a most powerful sorceress. CHORUS. So I have heard, O lotus-footed one! Nathless I see not any miracle. MEDE…
… lies ! Meanness lauded to the skies ! Pain and ruin and disease Praised, as if they made mine ease. Dead be dance and dream and revel ! Thought and courage, things of evil ! Corn and milk, wine and oil, The guerdon of degrading toil ! Life’s bright draught of honied leisure Soured to sick and tasteless pleasure. All the gracious grape degraded, To a fatuous foulness faded ; Ecstasy divinely deep Bartered for a brutal sleep In whose grunting crapulence They may forget the glory whence They came, and hide in a stinking slum
… dying , And I upon the old red sofa lying , The great brown shadows leaping up the wall , The sparrows twittering ; and that is all . I thought to send my soul to far - off lands , Where fairies scamper on the wind - swept sands , Or where the autumn rain comes drumming down On huddled roofs in an enchanted town . But , O my sleepy soul , it will not roam , It is too happy and too warm at home ; With just the shadows leaping up the wall , The sparrows twittering ; and that is all . THE MOUNTAINS IN WINTER . I INUTTERABLY far , and still , and …
…rglars. Yes, he must kill himself. He drew back the hammer. Cold sweat beaded his flabby face. He could not; and anyhow, how did one? He thought of many stories of people who had shot themselves ineffectively. He felt for his heart and failed to find it, wondered if it had stopped and he were dying, had a fit of fear paralysing all his will. He thought of himself lying dead. No, by God! I can't do it! he cried, and flung the pistol back into the drawer. As luck would have it, the weapon exploded. The bullet broke his jaw, tore away four molar…
…my lady’s gong. A man must eat in intervals of song ! Swift feet run back to hide my hate of her. And then—that hate flies truant, as my thought Rests (surely it beseems the overwrought) And I am left her slave and minister.
…gh upon the hills ice- crowned, Surveys, aloof, the toiling folk far distant on the dusty ground. Among the sleepers vigilant, among the thoughtless eager- eyed The wise speeds on ; the racer so passes the hack with vigorous stride. By earnestness did Maghava attain of Gods to be the Lord. Praise is one-pointed thought’s reward ; Dispersion is a thing abhorred. The Bhikkhu who in Earnestness delights, who fears dispersions dire, His fetters all, both great and small, burning he moves about the fire.
EXORDIUM FRoM darkness of fugitive thought, From problems bewildering the brain, Deep lights beyond heaven unsought, Dead faces seen dimly in rain ; From the depths of Mind’s caverns, the fire Reclaims the old magical lyre; The ways of creation are nought, If only, O mother, O Muse, I may measure Thy melodies in me again ! How wayward, how feeble the child Three watched from the stars at his birth ; Erato the fierce and the mild ; Polymnia grave ; and the girth Broad-girdled of gold and desire, Melpomene’s terrible lyre, That lifts up her life …