Clouds Without Water
Aleister CrowleySözler ve Alıntılar
A Terzain
King of myself, I labour to espouse
An equal soul. Alas! how frail I find
The golden light within the gilded house.
Helpless and passionate, and weak of mind!
Lechers and lepers! -all as ivy cling,
Emasculate the healthy bole they haunt.
Eternity is pregnant; I shall sing
Now -by my power- a spirit grave and gaunt
Brilliant and selfish, hard and hot, to flaunt
Reared like a flame across the lampless west,
Until by love or laughter we enchaunt,
Compel ye to Kithairon's thorny crest-
Evoe! Iacche! consummatum est.
The Initiation VI
Still we can laugh at burgesses and churls
In our excess agony and lust.
We pity these poor prudes, insipid girls
And tepid boys, these creatures of the dust.
We pity all these meal-mouthed montebanks
That prate of Jesus, ethics, faith and reason,
These jerry-built dyspeptics, stuccoed cranks,
Their lives one dreary plain, one moist dull season
Like their grey land. O costive crapulence!
They ache and strain within the water closet
Of church and State, their shocked bleat of offence:
"This poet's life was such a failure". Was it?
Fools! our worst boredom was a loftier thrill
Than all you ever felt - or ever will.
The Adept XI
This is our truth, that only Nothing is,
And Nothing is a universe of Bliss;
That loves denote supernal ecstasies,
And saintship lurks in the colossal kiss.
Loves are the letters of the holy word
That contradicts the curse "Let Being be!"
Since all things, even one thing, are absurd;
And no thing is the utmost ecstasy.
The Augur IX
We are still young enough to take delight
In wickedness for wickedness' sole sake.
Eve did not fall because she knew aright
The fruit an apple, but the snake the snake.
Nor shall we sink among the foolish throng
That seek an end, but rise among the few
Who do the strong thing because they are strong
And care not why they do, so that they do.
Therefore we wear our dread iniquity
Even as an aureole, therefore we attain
Measureless heights of nameless ecstasy,
Measureless depths of unimagined pain
Mingled in one initiating kiss
That those dissolve in the athanor of this.