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Page 8 of 1231922 · PDF PAGE 268
254 The Diary of a Drug Fiend Lou answered mechanically, as if he had pressed a button :— “ Death is not a way out of it!” “Thank you,” he said. “It’s a great help to me that you should have been able to remember.” Something in his tone caught my imagination vividly. His eyes burnt through me. I began to wonder whether there were any truth in what was said about the diabolical powers of the man. Could he have divined the reason for our coming to the café? I had the absolute certainty that he knew all about it, though it was humanly impossible t…
1944 · PDF PAGE 253
…re, plant thou the Vine and rejoice without shame. Enforced sacrifice, punishment, loss, fatal or voluntary, suffering, defeat, failure, death. XIII The Universe is Change; every Change is the effect of an Act of Love; all Acts of Love contain Pure Joy. Die daily. Death is the apex of one curve of the snake Life: be hold all Opposites as necessary complements, and rejoice. Transformation, change, voluntary or involuntary, in either case logical development of existing conditions, yet perhaps sudden and unexpected. Apparent death or destruction…
1913 · PDF PAGE 180
…h its days of shade and sheen , Morn 's and evening 's pageantry ? Just to glad the eyes of Love , Quick to see , quick to see . What is death for , O my Queen , Hungry jaws , and sickle keen , Shedding bloom and withering leaf ? Death 's a priest to consecrate Love with grief , love with grief . 161
1913 · PDF PAGE 31
KE@AAH IH DEWDROPS Verily, love is death, and death is life to come. Man returneth not again; the stream floweth not uphill; the old life is no more; there is a new life that is not his. Yet that life is of his very essence; it is more He than all that he calls He, In the silence of a dewdrop is every tendency of his soul, and of his mind, and of his body; it is the Quintessence and the Elixir of his being. Therein are the forces that made him and his father and his father’s father before him. This is the Dew of Immortality. Let this go free, e…
1902 · PDF PAGE 116
…ords. But the commonsense of humankind By logic baffles logic, chains with Deed The lion Thought. It is a circle, friends ! All life and death and mystery ravel out Into one argument — the rounded one. The Unknown Minstrel. Count me your children their arithmetic ! Zero, the circle, grows to one, the line : Both limitless in their own way. Proceed. Two is by shape the Coptic aspirate, Life breathed, and death indrawn. And so Rounds you at last the ten, completion's self, The circle and the line. Why stick at nought ? Bertram. Only a donkey fast…
1910 · PDF PAGE 56
AMBERGRIS 47 Of hideous engines shatteringthis strife Clears the straight road of Glory and of Life ! Nay : but the hateful death that stings the soul Into rebellion ; the insensate death That chokes its own delight with words that roll Mightier-mouthed than the archangels breath ; The death that murders courage ere it drink The souls own life-blood on the desperate brink ! So, from the languid fingers in my curls And dreamy worship of a womans eyes, I look beyond the miserable whirls Of foolish measures woven in the skies ; Beyond the thou…
1905 · PDF PAGE 155
… is found among the stars That wander in the deep, or made secure As the high throne of her that dwells in heaven, Fruitful for life and death, Wisdom her name ! This hour the foolish ones shall see their souls Shrink at my manifest deity. This night My spirit on my spirit shall beget Myself for my own child. Behold! they come, Fantastically moving through the dance, The many mourners, and the fatal bier Looms in the dimness of the anteroom. It is enough. My hour is at hand! CHORUS exter and ctrcumarntbulate. Even as the traitor’s breath Goeth …
1913 · PDF PAGE 3
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1906 · PDF PAGE 5
Garrone BEING STRANGELY WROUGHT IMAGES OF LIFE AND DEATH BY ALEISTER CROWLEY FOYERS SOCIETY FOR THE PROPAGATION OF RELIGIOUS TRUTH 1906
1898 · PDF PAGE 34
…orehead, that is red As blood with His Desire. I knew that Voice was more than God, And echo trembled for its trust : Sleep’s feet, like Death’s, with fire are shod, And Love is likest Lust. So I returned and sought her breast, Our Lady of ten thousand Pains ; I drank her kisses, and possessed Her pale maternal veins. I said : Drain hard my sudden breath, Be cruel for the vampire thrust ! Let Sleep’s desire be sweet as Death, And Love be clean as Lust ! I died amid her kisses : so This last time I would not forget— So I attained The Life ; and …
1905 · PDF PAGE 45
…n the glamour of the moon, will not some pitying godhead weep For cold grey anguish of her eyes, that look to God, and look in vain, For death, the anodyne of pain, for sleep, earth’s trivial paradise ? Sleep I forget. Her silky breath no longer fans my ears ; I dream I float on some forgotten stream that hath a savour still of death, A sweet warm smell of hidden flowers whose heavy petals kiss the sun, Fierce tropic poisons every one that fume and sweat through forest hours. They grow in darkness ; heat beguiles their sluggish kisses ; in the …
1905 · PDF PAGE 110
… LAMENTS OVER HER. COME back, come back, come back, Eurydice! Come back to me! Lie not so quiet, draw some faint sharp breath! It is not death: It cannot, must not be, Eurydice. Come back to me! Let me as yet lament not! Let me stoop !— Those eyelids droop Not with mere death, but dreams, Eurydice ! Come back to me! O you that were my lover and my wife! Come back to life ! Come back, breathe softly from the breast of gold These arms enfold. Give me your lips and kiss me once! O wife, Come back to life ! Nay, let the wind but stir the silky hair…
1912 · PDF PAGE 193
…Life 8. Justice. . The Daughterofthe Lords of Truth: the Ruler of the Balance 12. The Hanged The Spirit of Man . the Mighty Waters . 13. Death. . The Child of the Great Trans— formers:theLord of the Gates of Death 14. Temperance The Daughter of the Reconcilers : the Bringer- Forth of life 15. The Devil . The Lord of the Gates of Matter: the Child of the Forces of Time . LETTER ATTRI- BUTION ` "h ιι?כ .₪,`כ V?מ 11כ B Φ V.??ע 151
1912 · PDF PAGE 193
…Life 8. Justice. . The Daughterofthe Lords of Truth: the Ruler of the Balance 12. The Hanged The Spirit of Man . the Mighty Waters . 13. Death. . The Child of the Great Trans— formers:theLord of the Gates of Death 14. Temperance The Daughter of the Reconcilers : the Bringer- Forth of life 15. The Devil . The Lord of the Gates of Matter: the Child of the Forces of Time . LETTER ATTRI- BUTION ` "h ιι?כ .₪,`כ V?מ 11כ B Φ V.??ע 151
1898 · PDF PAGE 116
With Death in the blossoming bowers That slays with his merciless sabre the passion of flowers. This pastime had hope for its metre, And trust in high God for the tune, And passion of sorrow made sweeter Than loves of the leafiest June, When Artemis’ arrows are fleeter than rays of the moon. My hope in the ocean was founded, Nor changed for the wind and the tide ; My love by the heaven was bounded, And knew not a barrier beside ; My faith beyond heaven was grounded, as God to abide. Though death be the stain on our roses, The roses of heaven ar…
1911 · PDF PAGE 263
…S. Brother Saturn, what is the hour? SATURN. Twilight. VENUS. Sister Pisces, from whose house are we come out? PISCES. From the House of Death. VENUS. Brother Taurus, what is stronger than death? TAURUS. Love. VENUS. Brother Libra, what is the place? LIBRA. The Mountain of Venus, that hangeth from the navel of the Universe over the Great Abyss. VENUS. Let us celebrate the Rite of Venus. [LUNA plays a waltz tune. The PROBATIONERS dame taget/ter,] ?־ VENUS. Children of Love, what is the hour? ALL. [A confused murmur.] It is the hour of love. [ALL…
1911 · PDF PAGE 263
…S. Brother Saturn, what is the hour? SATURN. Twilight. VENUS. Sister Pisces, from whose house are we come out? PISCES. From the House of Death. VENUS. Brother Taurus, what is stronger than death? TAURUS. Love. VENUS. Brother Libra, what is the place? LIBRA. The Mountain of Venus, that hangeth from the navel of the Universe over the Great Abyss. VENUS. Let us celebrate the Rite of Venus. [LUNA plays a waltz tune. The PROBATIONERS dame taget/ter,] ?־ VENUS. Children of Love, what is the hour? ALL. [A confused murmur.] It is the hour of love. [ALL…
1910 · PDF PAGE 72
AMBERGRIS 63 V. All change, all motion, and all sound, are weakness ! Man cannot bear the darkness which is death. Even that calm Christ, manifest in meekness, Cried on the cross and gave his ghostly breath, On the prick of death, Voice, for his passion could not bear nor dare The interlunar, the abundant air Darkened, and silence on the shuddering Hill, and the unbeating wing Of the legions of His Father, and so died. But I, should I be still, Poised between fear and will ? Should I be silent, I, and be unsatisfied ? For solitude shall bend Se…
1903 · PDF PAGE 62
…ve, and flap a scornful wing, Seeing our honour stood a citadel. I saw the foolishness of love and saith : “ I am exalted over shame and death, But will not take my fill of death and shame.” For each kiss leaps, a more insistent breath, And adds fresh fuel to the amorous flame, Not quells it—Is not honour but a name ? 42
1906 · PDF PAGE 119
…goes arrayed ! The Hell-Wind whistles through his plumeless pinions; Clanks all that melancholy host of bones; Fate’s principalities and Death’s dominions Echo the drear discord, the tuneless tones. Keep us, dear God, from ill, What time the Hell-Wind whistles shrill. The King-Ghost hath no music but their rattling ; No scent but death’s grown faint and fugitive; No light but this their leprous pallor battling Weakly with night. Lord, shall these dry bones live? O keep us in the hour Wherein the King-Ghost hath his power! III