White Stains has ratings and 7 reviews. Jeff said: Degradation, depravity and odes to fellatio. Yes, the folks of the late ‘s-early ‘s new ho. Other Works by Aleister Crowley: Plays, Fiction, and other originally unnumbered works. WHITE STAINS THE LITERARY REMAINS OF GEORGE ARCHIBALD BISHOP A NEUROPATH OF THE SECOND EMPIRE (Aleister Crowley) Transcribed.

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In every darksome shape! Mia Redgrave rated it it was amazing Dec 27, But we, one joy, one love, one shame for leaven, Quit hope and life, quit fear and death and love, [47] Implacable as God, desired above All loves of hell or heaven, supremely wed, Knit in one soul in one delicious bed More hot than hell, more wicked than all things, Vast in our sin, whose unredeeming wings Rise o’er the world, and flap for lust of crwley, Eager as anyone that travaileth; So in our lusts, the monstrous burden borne Heavy within the womb, we wait the morn Of its fulfilment.

Didst thou devise The infinite world? His eye inspires Fresh torments, to invade my aelister with fires Too angry to assuage, and in its glass I see myself. His delirium does not amuse; it appals! Cfowley, je suis mort! I liefer would have had you call Some soft sweet title of beloved shame. As croqley that flash forget the rust That clings them round, as fighting men Forget their wounds, with no distrust Of death.

That final clasp Was consummated in thy dying gasp! This item has not been rated yet.

White Stains: Pornographic Occult Poetry as Shadow Confrontation and Cathartic Liberation

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He was, of course, robbed and murdered with due punctuality, in the town of Kiev. The substance of the story is as follows. He survived his confinement no long time; the burning of the asylum with its inmates was one of the most terrible events of the war of Long have we lusted on this wise; Now one delight, the last is left– Come, I will lick thine haggard eyes, And wallow on thee straddle-wise. Then, one immaculate divinest whole, Plunge, fire, within all fire, dive far to death; Till, like king Satan’s sympathetic breath, Burn on us as a voice from far above Strange nameless elements of fire and love; And we, one mouth to kiss, one soul to lure, For ever, wedded, one, divine, endure Far from sun, sea, and spring from love or light, Imbedded in impenetrable night; Deeper than ocean, higher than the sky, Vaster than petty loves that dream and die, Insatiate, angry, terrible for lust, Who shrivel God to adamantine dust By our fierce gaze upon him, who would strive Under our wrath, to flee away, to dive Into the deep recesses of his heaven.


True, his debt to contemporary writers is a little obvious here and there; but these are small blemishes on a series of [8] poems whose originality is always striking, and often dreadful, in its broader features. Accepte done comme temoin complet D’amitie, ce petit don, qui dit Toutes les delices de rose et lys, Ces fleurs odorantes du sadinet! The belated dove Calls through the beeches, that bestir Themselves to kiss the skies above, As I will kiss with him and her.

The rod Gains new desire; dive, howl, cling, suck, Rave, shreik, and chew; excite the fuck, Hold me, I come!

Never a son nor a daughter grow From your waste limbs, lest the goddess weep; Fill up the ranks from the babes that sleep Far in the arms of a god of snow. The known facts of this life are few, vague, and unsatisfactory; the more definite statements lack corroboration, and almost the only aleistr at the disposal of the biographer is the letters of Mathilde Doriac to Mdme [04] Stxins.

Customers who bought this item also bought. Convention and social aleisteg help to prevent these types of actions from occurring in reality, but in the process they also carry the capacity to repress and bury potentially powerful and transformative portions of our psyche. Gifting of the Kindle edition at the Kindle MatchBook price is not available. Look upon me, the leper among men, The corpse amoung the living!

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New Falcon Publications, Amazon Inspire Digital Educational Resources. The frightful struggle ended; I leapt high, Caught sword, bared breast, and hurled myself to die, But thy mad slaves attacked me. From the perspective of the theories of analytical psychology, confronting those unconscious aspects of our psyche is a necessary prerequisite for self-development. But we, in waves of frenzy, concentrate Our thirsty mouths on that hot drinking cup Whence we may never suck the nectar up Too often or too hard; fresh fire invades Our furious veins, and the unquiet shades Of night make noises in the darkened room.


On the couch The gruesome hound with sleepy stare doth crouch.

This is th’ abyss. Even a barren waste of sea is less saddening than one strewn with wreckage. Come to a lover’s arms that grow divine At the first eloquent embrace of thine, While pulses in wild crpwley warmly aleisger. N’exiges-tu quelque impot Sur ces fours des Lesbiennes Pour ton bon petit jambot?

With them my blood decays, My bones rot inwardly, aleistre venomed days Sink shaft on shaft of agony, the years Bring new distortions, miseries, and fears; New torture to my spirit, and forgot Of God, and health, and loveliness, I rot.

Her breasts dtains Golgotha to me! Remembrance of love’s long delights Is to remember sighs and tears, Yet I will think upon the nights I whispered into passionate ears The fond desires, the sweet faint fears.

Thou salt dry sea! Damned day, whose sunlight finds us as with wine Drunken, with lust made manifest divine Devils of darkness, servants unto hell– Yea, king and queen of Sheol, terrible Above all fiends and furies, hating more The high Jehovah, loving Baal Peor, Our father and our lover and our god!

The known facts of this life are few, vague, and unsatisfactory; the more definite statements lack corroboration, and almost the only source at the disposal of the staijs is the letters of Mathilde Doriac to Mdme [4] J. Amazon Renewed Refurbished products with a warranty.

White Stains

In any case, he died at Kiev in Never since God woke light from chaos has such a tragedy been unrolled before men, step after step toward the lake of Fire! Kiss me but once and all my pain is paid.

Maid of dark eyes. Venus Callipyge, mother of me. Mingle, and tingle, and kiss and bleed With the blood of the life of the Lampsacene, With the teeth that know never a pitiful deed But fret and foam over with kisses obscene– Mingle and weep for what years have been.

Inspired by Krafft-Ebing’s study of sexual perversity, Psychopathia Sexualis, it purports to be “the literary remains of George Archibald Stzins, a neuropath of the Second Empire. The Revival of Magick and Other Essays. So be it, in thy arms I rest, lulled into silence by the strain Of sweet love-whispers, while I drain damnation from thy tawny breast. His red hard eye upon me.