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Correspondence from Aleister Crowley to Gerald Kelly
Hotel Imperial. New York.
[Undated: circa July 1900]
Dear Kelly,
I am an unexpected chap, nichtwar? Jones [George Cecil Jones] can give you my address. I want you to buck right up and fix the G.D. [Golden Dawn] straight. Under V.N. [Volo Noscere—George Cecil Jones] you can do it and if your sister Eleanor were initiated she would help a lot. It's perfect rot the whole thing going to pieces for lack of good manners when there are gentlemen to be had for the looking. (I do not mean what you mean).
I told Kegan Paul to send proofs to you but I am bound to see them myself; so never mind. I am writing[?]. He will send you duplicates to keep.
I shall drop politics a bit. I didn't start out to be Ovid though God knows our places of exile are far enough apart—as to temperature! But the people are equally barbarian. I held up the steamer at solo whist—the other passengers had to borrow off me at New York to pay their cab-fares.
It's too hot here to do anything. I am setting up in business in New York—night houses for carnal copulation with ice-bergs. Damned good thing pays better than the strong bull movement in Octoroons. When I return I expect you to have done something in pictures better than anybody in the world. By the way, it is always advisable to transcend the astral plane first before working with it—especially for an artistic purpose. Once or twice I have had a curious experience—entering the astral from below, I found a lot of grand stuff for pomes. I wrote it up, and on returning found my verse pure drivel—I had been made a complete fool!
Was the Crescent a success?
Best of wishes to you and yours.
Ever as ever.
A.C.
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