Aleister Crowley

White Stains


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       Aleister Crowley

      White Stains

      e-artnow, 2021

       Contact: [email protected]

      EAN 4064066499747

      Table of Content

       Preface

       Dedicace

       Prefatory

       A Fragment

       The Rainbow

       With a Copy of 'Poems and Ballads'

       Ad Lydiam, Ut Secum a Marito Fugeret

       Contra Conjugium T.B.B.

       A Ballad of Choosing

       Envoi

       A Jealous Lover

       Ballade De La Jolie Marion

       Envoi

       At Stockholm

       Mathilde

       Yet Time to Turn

       All Night

       Ode to Venus Callipgye

       Chorus

       Chorus

       Volupte

       Rondels

       Ad Lucium

       A Paean in the Springtide

       To J. L. D.

       A Ballad of Passive Paederasty

       Envoi

       To A.D.

       At Kiel

       Suggested Additional Stanzas For 'A Ballad of Burdens'

       The Blood-Lotus

       To My First-Born

       Chant Au Saint-Esprit

       Victory

       Sleeping in Carthage

       With Dog and Dame

       Ερμαφροδιτον ‘Οναρ

       'Erebus'

       La Juive

       Necrophilia

       Αβυσμος

      Preface

       Table of Contents

      In the fevered days and nights under the Empire that perished in the struggle of 1870, that whirling tumult of pleasure, scheming, success, and despair, the minds of men had a trying ordeal to pass through. In Zola's 'La Curee' we see how such ordinary and natural characters as those of Saccard, Maxime, and the incestuous heroine, were twisted and distorted from their normal sanity, and sent whirling into the jaws of a hell far more effrayant than the mere cheap and nasty brimstone Sheol which is a Shibboleth for the dissenter, and with which all classes of religious humbug, from the Pope to the Salvation ranter, from the Mormon and the Jesuit to that mongrel mixture of the worst features of both, the Plymouth Brother, have scared their illiterate, since hypocrisy was born, with Abel, and spiritual tyranny, with Jehovah! Society, in the long run, is eminently sane and practical; under the Second Empire it ran mad. If these things are done in the green tree of Society, what shall be done in the dry tree of Bohemianism? Art always has a suspicion to fight against; always some poor mad Max Nordau is handy to call everything outside the kitchen the asylum. Here, however, there is a substratum of truth. Consider the intolerable long roll of names, all tainted with glorius madness. Baudelaire the diabolist, debauchee of sadism, whose dreams are nightmares, and whose waking hours delirium; Rollinat the necrophile, the poet of phthisis, the anxiomaniac; Peladan, the high priest -- of nonsense; Mendes, frivolous and scoffing sensualist; besides a host of others, most alike in this, that, below the cloak of madness and depravity, the true heart of genius burns. No more terrible period than this is to be found in literature; so many great minds, of which hardly one comes to fruition; such seeds of genius, such a harvest of -- whirlwind! Even a barren waste of sea is less saddening than one strewn with wreckage.

      In England such wild song found few followers of any worth or melody. Swinburne stands on his solitary pedestal above the vulgar crowds of priapistic plagiarists; he alone caught the fierst frenzy of Baudelaire's brandied shrieks, and his First Series of Poems and Ballads was the legitimate echo of that not fierier note. But English Art as a whole was unmoved, at any rate not stirred to any depth, by this wave of debauchery. The great thinkers maintained the even keel, and the windy