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… my pocket, I would not now be in the dark. Here was a lane, and the folk had called it Wolf’s Throat, and now here’s a door and devil a name toit. Fool I was to stay winebibbing with Cousin Henri, and triple knave he to send me forth without a boy and a light. True! he was under the table—and seven times fool was I not to join him there.
…h him in my calmer moments in a general way, but the conclusion can be carried a step further. When you have proved that God is merely a name for the sex instinct, it appears to me not far to the per- ception that the sex instinct is God. This particular MS. is absolutely sane in every line. The fact that the woman committed suicide twelve or fifteen years afterwards is no more against the sanity of the MS. than the suicide of Socrates proves that the Republic is merely the lucubration of a lunatic. I am very far from agreeing with all that thi…
…reus 4 planned ! wasind cannot fathom, nor the brain conceive, Nor soul assimilate, nor heart believe The horror of that Thing without a Name. Full on me, boasting, like Death’s hand it came, And struck me headlong. I weave The web of mine old agony and shame. Linger, while A little shadow of that hour of mine Touches thy heart? Fill up the foaming wine, And listen for a little! How profound Strikes memory keen-fanged; memory, the hound That tracks me yet ! a shiver takes ny spine At one half-hint, the shadow of that sound. Where am I? Seven da…
…rd Cut the cerebrum like a sword, And afferent ganglia, sensory bones, Shake in the caecum: then one groans ‘* He likes Miss What's your Name.” Andtf The appendix vermiformis biff The pericardium, pleura shoves The femur—we may say: ‘‘ He loves.” Here is the mechanism strange (But perfectly correct) to change My normal calm—seraphic dew ! Into an ardent love for you. XIII. Is there a soul behind the mask? What master drives these slaves to task Thus willing? Physiology Wipes the red scalpel, scorns reply. My argument to please you swerves, Beco…
IMAGES OF DEATII IOI Till all’s a blaze, one roar of flame, Death universal, locked and linked :— Aha! one names the awful Name— The twin red planets are extinct. BANZAL ! THERE leapt upon a breach and laughed A royally maniac man. A bitter craft Is mine, he saith, O soldiers of Japan ! I am the brothel-knave of death, The grimly courtesan. Now who will up and kiss her lips, Or grip her breast and bone? The subtle life she shears and snips Is harder gained than gone ; The lover’s laughter whom she clips Is but a dying groan. She lieth not on a …
…aken and scattered, And Ireland is clear to the Sea! Green Erin is free! Hail! Hail to Thee, Lord of us, Horus!! All hail to the warrior name! Thy chariots shall drive them before us, Thy sword sweep them forth as a flame. Rise! Move! and descend! I behold Thee, Heaven cloven of fieriest bars, Armed Light; and they follow and fold Thee, Thine armies of terrible stars. The Powers of Mars ! At the brightness that leapeth before Thee, The heavens bow down at Thine ire ; Thick clouds pass to death and adore Thee, Wild hailstones and flashings of fi…
…n as a veil for thy face, thy face in a breathed-on glass, Hangs there a vulture, and tears with a beak of iron and fire. I know not his name, for he wears no feathers of my desire. It is thou, it is thou, lone maiden! My heart is a bird that flies Far into the azure laden with love-lorn songs and cries. O Goddess of Nature and Love! is the lover I see. But thou art in the above, and thy kiss is not for me. Thyself Thou art all too far for my kiss; thou art hidden past my prayer. Thy wing too wide, and the bliss too sweet for me to share. Thou …
… black breast, The lips incarnate of blood, flesh, and fire, So to slip down between Thighs vast and epicene, Morose and lean, To that unnameable morass, the ultimate mire. Wherefore behoves the Soul that leaps divine, Even beholding, darkly in a mirror, The face of God, to sink before His Shrine, Weeping: O Beauty, Majesty, and Terror, Wisdom and Mind and Soul, Crown simplex, Mighty Whole, Lord of the Gods! O Thou, the King of Kings ! To me a sinner, me, Lowest of all that be, Be merciful, O Master Soul of things ! Show me thy face of ruth, An…
… laughter, thought, remem- brance, came Even at our prelude, a death-quickening flame, And earth rejoiced throughout to hear De- meter’s name. We come, in bass deep-swelling, rocks and caves, A hollow roar across the golden waves Hidden in islands set deep in the un- travelled sea. Across the corn from storm-cleft mountain- sides Our voice peals, like the thunder of the tides, Into the darkling hills that fringe Eternity. Dire and divine our womb unfruitful bears Deep music darker than tempestuous airs When Heaven’s anger wakes: when at our own…
…ked forth upon the Bier That goeth to the House of Rest ! His heart is lit with melody ; Peace in his house is master of fear ; His holy Name is in the West ‘When the sun sinks, and royal rays Of moonrise flash across the day’s! I have risen! I have risen ! as a mighty hawk of gold ! From the golden egg I gather, and my wings the world enfold. I alight in mighty splendour from the thronéd boats of light; Companies of Spirits follow me; adore the Lords of Night. Yea, with gladness did they pzean, bowing low before my car, In my ears their homage…
…igil of light. A new God stirs in the Womb of its Mother; we can see his form, dim and red, in the cavern of Time. Dare we pronounce his name? Yea! It is Horus, Horus the Child, reborn Amsu the Good Shepherd, who will lead us out of the sheepish stupidity of to-day. How many understand this mystery? Perhaps none save those who have seen and subscribed to the Law of Thelema, LECF. THE LosT VALLEY. By ALGERNON BLACKWOOD. Nash. 6s. It is the penalty of factitious success that the need of fuel increases like the dose ofa drug-fiend. Instead of clot…
…igil of light. A new God stirs in the Womb of its Mother; we can see his form, dim and red, in the cavern of Time. Dare we pronounce his name? Yea! It is Horus, Horus the Child, reborn Amsu the Good Shepherd, who will lead us out of the sheepish stupidity of to-day. How many understand this mystery? Perhaps none save those who have seen and subscribed to the Law of Thelema, LECF. THE LosT VALLEY. By ALGERNON BLACKWOOD. Nash. 6s. It is the penalty of factitious success that the need of fuel increases like the dose ofa drug-fiend. Instead of clot…
…ght maiden of my dewy sleep? For thou art Queen of Thoughts, and unto me Sister and Bride; the worn earth’s echoes leap Because thy holy name is Poesy. Whereto art thou most like? Thou art a Dian, crescent o’er the sea That beats sonorous on the craggy shore, Or shakes the frail earth-dyke. So calm and still and far, that never more Thy silken song shall quiver through the land ; Only by coral isle, by lonely strand Where no man dwells, thy voice re-wakens wild and grand. Thou art an Aphrodite. From the foam Of golden grape and red thou risest …
…le children in their sleep, Strangles young maidens, and presides upon Sterile debauchery and unnatural loves. VENUS. Lilith! Ah, lover! name ! Thou hast known my TANNHAUSER, So; yet I love thee! MRended is the veil! Calling thee Ugliness, I guessed aright, Who saw, and see, all Beauty in thee still. Only, a beauty risen out of Hell ; Death and delusion—ay, corruption’s self, Wickedness sliming into impotence, Pleasure in putrefaction. But, in sleep, I will put off that evil as a clout Cast by a begyar. VENUS. And the sore is left. TANNHAUSER. …
…e, i. 169 Where was light when thy body came, ii. 9 Whether we adopt Herbert Spencer's dictum, li, 250 Who art thou, love, by what sweet name I quicken? iii, 169 Ah, my dear, Strive, 1. 45 Why is thy back made stiff, unrighteous priest, i, 141 Will you not come: the unequal fever, iii. 4 Will you not learn to separate, iii. 7 Wild pennons of sunrise the splendid, i. 218 With calm and philosophic mind, ii. 169 With feet set terribly dancing, ii. 36 Within the forest gloom, i. 15 With this our ‘‘ Christian’ parents marred, i, 194 Woe is me! the b…
… and divided them; Fixing a gulf of agony athwart, Where rolls a tide no soul of man may stem. Himself fixed high, he mocked us with his name Of ‘‘reconciler,” and of ‘‘one beyond all’’; And cast his shadow to the deep, to shame That oneness in its own division’s thrall ; So that Himself appears in cloud and fire Distorted in the world’s distorted mirror; And dark convulsion and confusion dire Stands for his form of error and of terror. But I perceive, I Orpheus, Lord of Song, And every Lord of Song that me shall follow Down steeps of time’s ow…
…EUS Drench the mute mind grown dim With quietude ! Fix thy sharp lightnings. in my night ! spirit free ! Mix with my breath and life and name thy mood And self of Thee. [HERMES appears: ORPHEUS departs. My The magical task and the labour is ended; The toils are unwoven, the battle is done ; My lover comes back to my arms, to the splendid Abyss of the air and abode of the sun. The sword be assuaged, and the bow be un- bended ! The labour is past, and the victory won. The arrows of song through [fell cease to hurtle. Away to the passionate garden…
…. He merely destroys one’s confidence when he coils himself in the Flag, and issues a Bryce Report like the mysteries of Myra, lends his name to quacks like Michael Whitty (not Witty), who doesn’t even deny that he is the American representative of the swindler and blackmailer Mathers, so often exposed in the columns of THE Egurnox, and helps to edit the review of an obviously fraudulent sealed letter 299
…ight : I thought I saw behind me glare The eyes of fiends. IT thought I heard An evil laugh, a mocking word. The gates swing open at the Name, Without a warder roused from sleep; I pass, with face of burning flame, That is not quenched, although I weep. (For even my tears are tears of fire, For loathing, madness, and desire.) Ah God ! the traps for fervent feet ! The morrow beaconed, and I came By where the golden groves of wheat In summer glories fiercely flame; To those white courts, by princes trod, Where Ahab sat, and mocked at God. Where A…
…ten. It is barely ten years since he fell, fighting desperately, with many noble gentlemen around him, and—to-day—I doubt me if the very name of the battle lingers in men’s minds! I go to join him in an hour. BLANCHE. [Szghs.] Ay! sir, you speak sad, but you speak true. DENYS, Will there be memory ¢here? [Denys now fancies himself as a philosopher.| For I would not marry you—nay! not though I loved you with my soul. In an hour you will be rid of me.