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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Would to God somehow I had thee once alive — to slay again!

New Falcon Publications, Lie close; no pity, but a little love. But we must part, and love must die. In England such wild song found few followers of any worth or melody. White Stains by Aleister Crowley. The only trace left in the books of earth records that this fascinating character was accused, four years later, in Vienna, of poisoning her paramour, but thanks to the wealth and influence of her new lover, she escaped.

A serpent was my whore; her hellish hiss, Her slaver venoms soul and strength; life flees Repugnant from the corpse-caress. I shall faint with pain, I hide my face For shame.

I liefer would have had you call Some soft sweet title of beloved shame. There are no reviews for the current version of this product Refreshing There all the winter may we idly dream Still of our love, and there forgetfulness Of the past sorrow may steal o’er thy brow In the new birth of stainless happiness, Rich harvest of the blossoms desire, Satisfied alway, yet for ever fresh In hearts so passionate, and there may’st thou Love to thy fulness, nor for ever tire Of linking me to thee with dainty mesh Of auburn ripples of delicious fire.

All required fields must be filled out for us to be able to process your form. You say another’s sensuous lips Shall open to my kisses there: A lover by a Jewess’ bed, A lover waiting wistfully For his desires to be fed; His only lust — a lover’s bliss, And with no language but a kiss!

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There is, however, no doubt that in he quarrelled with his family; went over to Paris, where he settled down, at first, like every tufthead, somewhere in the Quartier Latin; later, with Mathilde Doriac, the noble woman who became his mistress staina held to him through all the terrible tragedy of his wihte, mental, and physical life, in the Rue du Faubourg-Poissonniere.


She had the misfortune to contract, in the last few days of her life with him, the same terrible disease which he describes in the last poem of this collection. Kiss me but once and all my pain is paid. Cum comminatione pastorum improborum, Ecclesiae malae, qui tales nuptias benedicunt.

White Stains by Aleister Crowley

The height of human experience is inexorably entwined with the antithesis of human existence. To file a notice of infringement with us, you must provide us with the items specified below. Here we have the linking of death and ecstasy. At thine own time shalt thou rejoice? Mathilde, who knew how he treasured its contents, preserved it by saying to the officer, ‘But, sir, that is mine.

The only trace left in the books of earth records that this fascinating character was accused, four years later, in Vienna, of poisoning her paramour, but thanks to the wealth and influence of her new lover, she escaped. At last, so long desired, so long delayed, The step is taken, and the threshold past; I am within the palace I have prayed At last. La langue qui cherche tes reins, [54] Les genoux qui pressent tes seins, Te feraient deesse, ma mine, Je mordrai, et tu cries en vain.

But our love Is anchored in the portals of the dawn Where heaven begins. It was vaguely interesting, but not particularly enjoyable. Across the sea that lies between us twain I gaze and see thee, exiled but as free As winds that lash the billows of the main Across the sea. However, they also deal, mainly, with the shattering of imposed sacrosanct boundaries.

Fierce body, breasts of delight, fearful and murderous tongue. Print edition must be purchased new and sold by Amazon.

Aleiater the close of this romantic chapter in his early history we lose all reliable traces for some years.


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His life was filled with vitriolic relationships, psychological inflation, and rampant projection. Jesus dit ces anathemes: Thy sons on the universe languish In iron bands strong as the spheres; With virtue Thy likeness we cover, [18] With priestcraft we mock at Thy power, And the meanest on earth is a lover, As vile as a flower. I will not die But thou come with me o’er the gate of death. The burden of bought boys. Through nave and chancel drone the choir, Their whitd rolls through the darkened aisle; Their song soars up beyond the spire; The priest prepares; there waits his smile A deed most vile.

A man who could conceive as he did must himself have had some glorius chord in his heart vibrating to the eternal principle of Boundless Love. This beautiful, transgressive and passionate collection of poetry is presented in an aesthetically pleasing format with an croeley by William Breeze, a time-honored Crowley scholar.

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. When weary, steal those luscious sips; Another’s hands play in my hair And find delight for me to bare [38] The bosom, and the passionate mound White and, for Venus’ temple, round, A garden of wild thyme whose eye My sword shall piece, and never wound: It is haunting and beautiful, and strange, filled with religious imagery and sometimes blatant sexuality.

O Godhead of glory through anguish! I gave thee life, life passeth by; I gave thee youth, that youth is fled. O flamed through the sky as a harlot In splendour transcendent and bold, With purple and crimson and scarlet And azure and olive and gold! The heads, however, rarely totted up accurately!

La passion croit Fievreux, furieux, pour toi!