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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The last ruby bars Are sunk beneath the sea. Strange body of my desire, Voluptuous, lithe, stins wan; For, on my eyes drawn nigher, My hot blood turns to fire, Seeing nor maid nor man. My sin, my madness, in thy blood are set, A vile imperishable coronet, To hound thee into hell! It will then be reviewed by Lulu Staff to determine the next course of action.
White Stains: Pornographic Occult Poetry as Shadow Confrontation and Cathartic Liberation
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I think we can guess where this will end up. Pornographic for it’s time, but in today’s culture it’s rather quaint. I come to thee with tears, Nameless immortal dove; Forget the fleet-foot years In the incarnate spheres Of our mysterious Love.
She seems to have been really loved by George, in his wild, infidel fashion: All three enjoy once more, and Syains Am ready ever to renew These whitte orgie-nights, whereby Loose woman’s love is spiced, as dew On tender spray of spring doth lie.
From the lips That hide their blushes in the golden wood A fervent fountain amorously slips, The dainty rivers of thy luscious blood; Red streams of sweet nepenthe that eclipse The milder nectar that the gods hold good– How my dry throat, held hard between thy hips, Shall drain the moon-wrought flow of womanhood!
Yet his wings bare him high, Divine beyond control, And, like for love to die, I felt his arrow fly Within my very soul. Thou hast despised my laws, and stilled The voice of Nature and my voice, Now, shall thy life with joy be filled?
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.
Crime’s flame, disease’s gloom, Are thy birth- dower. Amazon Music Stream millions of songs. Society, in the long run, is eminently sane and practical; under the Second Empire it ran mad.
Black hell Gapes to receive all actors there.
White Stains by Aleister Crowley
ENVOI Thus, sweet, I’ll sing when day doth break And weary lovers must awake To part, but now our pleasure take In one last bout of rivalry, Whose passions first shall answer make To the dances that the curtains shake Till we must part and love must die. His delirium does not amuse; it appals!
At thine own choice? Get to Know Us. Oh cruel power Of wide deep thighs that make me furious As they enclasp me and swing to and fro With passion that grows pale and drives the flow Of the fast fragrant blood of both of us Into the awful link that knits us close With chain electric!
My perjured priests, The wolves that raven through my flock, Nay, wolves in shepard’s garb, wild beasts That fang and tear my lambs, and mock At Judah’s stock.
This shock, coming so soon after, and, as it were, as an unholy perpetual reminder of the madness and sequestration of her lover, no less than of his infidelity, unhinged her mind, and she shot herself on July 5th, He might have been so great! Art always has a suspicion to fight against; stzins some poor mad Max Nordau is handy to call everything outside the kitchen the asylum.
Duncan Edwards rated it liked it Nov 23, They murder with the old perfume that maddens all men’s blood; we die  Fresh from some corpse-clothed memory, some secret redolence of gloom, Some darkling murmurous song of lust quite strange to man and beast and bird, Silent in power, not overheard by any snake that eats the dust: Alsister like thyself shall command our ways?
I gripped thy glossy throat. Doubt not, dear love, nor hesitate to say; Aleiwter if thou wilt; I love to see thy cheek Grow hot with love-thoughts – let the word be said: A gospel marred, a bastard creed, A dogma out of hell ye teach!
In any case, he died at Kiev in No aleoster of any sort is to be found anywhere with regard to these or any other statements of our author.
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I would have pitied him. To feel him clamber on me, laid Prone on the couch of lust and shame, To feel him force me like a maid And his great sword within me flame, His breath as hot and quick as fame; To kiss him and to clasp him tight; This is my joy without a name, A strong man’s love is my delight.
Implacable disease Springs from the black defilement of that kiss, That foul embrace that moulds these agonies.
Kiss me but once and all my pain is paid. Each might we drew on, and something new Of lust we learnt, insatiate we Who wrote in blood the volumes wjite That speak of love. Never more Though years decay!
How dare Crowley even think about having sex with young boys! Snakes, bite and hiss! Forget, dear heart, forget; life’s glow is sweet: Thank you for notifying us.
Death shall come slow and soft, with the stealthy tread of a leopard; While the few stars have grown dim, as he seeks for an innocent prey. No trivia or quizzes yet.