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Crowley's Poetry written to Accompany Austin Osman Spare's Book The Focus of Life
To AOS
Blood dripping from the merry mouth Of my red concubine Made crooked curves from North to South Between the sleeping swine I lapped it with my languid tongue —Not half my songs have yet been sung!
Death reeled, a druid reveller, both From that hot reeling heart He staggered up from South to North And every step was Art I drank his breath with torture tainted —Not half my pictures have been painted!
Love soared from her terrific thighs A condor from its chasm From East to West he spanned the skies, One orgie, one orgasm! Heaven's might is mine, and mine is Hell's —I have not spoken half my spells!
Aleister Crowley
"Now For Reality"
Set thy feet upon thy dreams! Spring to sunlight! Godhead grips All the gold . . . life that streams Subtly to thy laughing lips! Circe, come with Aegipan Now to mate the master, Man!
Many a monster, weird with wings Lurks in lands untrod: Thousandfold terrific things Leap to life when Nature springs Tameless from the stupid sod Laughing, and seduces God!
I flung afar the stone, mine heart And lo! it blossomed with wild wings It made itself a counterpart Of millions of delicious things I watched it trace its flaming arc Across the aeons of the abyss And never once it missed the mark And never once disdained the kiss. Then, when the infinite inane Had been consumed by it beyond The bird it sought my breast again A living laughing diamond!
Nature is a torture-house Frightful are the tools of fate, And sinister the demoniac carouse Of the old obscene elate Executioner never satiate, Allows every privilege to hate— O wanderer! Learn to love, and take for beauty All that seems, however loath 'Sapienta Virtuti Satis' is a dicer's Oath. Learn the secret of the Shrine, Nor thy wisdom boggle at it! Ajax rightly slew the swine Ex machina Deus patet.
Spurs the Nightmare flank And belly? Grip thine Ankh! Madden by thy speed The screaming slut! Thy seed Swamp her soul with jetted life! On her beget More voluptuous bastard Joys—and she is mastered!
Back to the earth! The hour of Birth Strikes Boom-Boom-Boom Upon the tomb Of the dead sky. Cold sanctuary. O son of Fate Awake ekate Awake, arise With teeming thighs and living lust For the dark dust! Art thou not God To strike the sod By Magick Art Into the heart of thine own Will? O tense true thrill!
The sign of Apophis and Typhon! The Wine that is stricken from the stone! The Shrine of the Uttermost Unknown! The Gesture of the Master of Disaster! The Vesture of his sinister-souled Minister! The Summons to the Revel of the Devil Whose woman's lust devours the Rod of God!
Aãos the fairest of Aaxl's daughters Bore unto Him in anguish of incest Many a myriad Daimons in the Waters That were the Blood of her accursed Breast The foulest and the fiercest and the forms That he in his Satanic lust designed Surged up, swirled round, vast phantoms in the storms Of her malignant soul and cobra mind None but Aãxl himself may comprehend Their origin or contemplate their End!
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