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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What croqley first evident from several of the poems of White Stains is the theme of breaking of social norms and imposed taboos.

Dawn brings reason back, and the violet eyes grow sadder, Eyes that were red in the dark, eyes of enfevered desire. Oublie donc, en lisant, toute faute De moi qui ecris cette dedicace Faible, d’une lyre mal attunee; Souviens-toi seul de l’admiration haute Qui a fait naitre, d’eternelle grace, La fleur d’une loyale amitie. Unknown Bindingpages.

Autumn is on us as we lie In creamy clouds of latticed light That hint at darkness, but descry A rosy flicker through the night, My mistress, my great Dane, and I. We help people distribute information and art spanning a wide range of subject matter while providing a safe, friendly, respectful, and serious site for all content creators.

This is the song of the Spring,that the nightingales carol by starlight, This the delight of our eyes, as they shine with strange fire in the night, This is our trust and our joy -beyond death we look on to the far light Flaming from hell our last home, this is the key of our might.

So be it, in thy stsins I rest, lulled into silence by the strain Of sweet love-whispers, while I drain damnation from thy tawny breast.

Heaven is well lost for this surpassing gain.

And day grew dusk, and twilight turned to night, And her vast coffin stood at hand. Xtains shock, coming crlwley 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, Haggard cheeks that may blush no more! Should a properly filed counter notification be filed, you will be notified and have 10 business days within which to file for a restraining order in Federal Court to prevent the reinstatement of the material.

Thy perfume doth confound my thought, new longings echo, and I crave Doubtful liaisons with the grave and loves of Parthia for sport, I think perhaps no longer yet, but dream and lust for stranger things Than ever sucked the lips of kings, or fed the tears of Mahomet.

Or are we Caught in Fate’s mesh without a hope to ‘scape? I saw a living soul Flame into mortal dress; Whose glance — a fiery coal, Whose lips — a ruby bowl Whose wine was wickedness. No confirmation of any sort is to be found anywhere with regard to these or any other statements of our author.


So sweet as this! Sworn Statements I have a good faith staina that use of the copyrighted materials described above as allegedly infringing is not authorized by the copyright owner, its agent, or the law. However, those aspects of Crowley are easy to find both within his work and from sources hostile toward him. This is th abyss! But if anyone finds this book sexually stimulating, they probably need a lot of therapy.

Heed not my sighs, but eagerly uncover, Wnite our mouths mingle, my sweet infamy, And rob thy lover of his maidenhead.

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Accordingly, if you are not sure whether material infringes your copyright, we suggest that you first contact an attorney. How changed thou art, Body, from that these women loved so well! Hast thou bliss in all the sorrows of the dead?

You say another’s sensuous lips Shall open to my kisses there: His faithful wgite conveyed him safely to England, where his relatives provided for his maintenance and education.

Thousands of books are eligible, including current and former best sellers. Lucky I burnt my picture! And whose strong tide shall bear our spirit out Into the ocean of all happiness Whose bounds are Heaven. Tiger that Sin nor her son cannot tame!

As swords that flash forget the rust That clings them round, as fighting men Forget their wounds, with no distrust Of death. Tu ne te plais pas seulement Des chansons de Gabriel, Ni non plus du sacrament Tres’ banal, ni des anthemes; Mais whjte hurlement De mes curieux blasphemes Te plaira, je parierai!

O little root aleisyer nobleness left thus Dead since it has no power to grow, to bloom; [43] Live, since I may not bury it within The gaping tomb Where virtue lies, that I, imperious, Long staind interred with hope, and all life’s joy save sin.

This is th’ abyss indeed; Fears on my mind and pains on body feed, [] Serpents of hell that stainw my bones, nor quench The fires of torture with the sickly stench Of many a venomed drug, that clings and cleaves, An clutches like stqins dead man’s hand, and weaves Its subtle scheme of agony through me.

The silent troops recede; within the fiery circle of their glance Warm writhing woman-horses dance a shameless Bacchanal of sin; Foam whips their reeking lips, and still whitr flower-witch nestless to my lips, Twines her swart lissome legs and hips, half serpent and half devil, till My whole life seems to lie in her; her kisses draw my breath; my face Loses its lustre in the grace of staihs quick bosom; sinister The raving spectres reel; I see beyond my Circe’s eyes no shape Save vague cloud-measures that escape the dances whirling witchery.

Beasts and lewd fish and winged things infest [] Each vital part!

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Aleisher burden of bought boys. In this poem God is defiled repeatedly, cast out of a lofty and inhuman heaven and thrown into a raunchy bedchamber of Dionysian ecstasy. And I, between the wastes of sand In one great harbour by a well, Met thee, princess of such a band Of merchantmen; my curved brand Then was raised high, as wild of yell, We flashed and charged, and slew thy folk; [90] Thou camest to my bed to dwell– That day there clanged the gates of hell Behind us twain; we never spoke Save of love’s bidding we might do, Save on our lust to place a yoke Too bitter to be lightly broke.


A small sailing vessel conveyed them to Malta, where they disappeared. Dan Clore rated it it was amazing Jun 28, Heart Quickens as she draws near; the scent of flowers Breathes round her damned presence. My fires are fed. We shall be weary of kisses, weary of all the caresses Stais or his sisters of shame dream or devise or obtain; Cover the white limbs ashamed with the fiery impassionate tresses, Once for a bed to delight, now for a covering to pain.

Thou hast chosen, thou shalt live the black Dry years out till thou cleave the sod, And meet thy God.

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Her silky breath no longer fans my ears; I dream I float on some forgotten stream that hath a saviour still of death, A sweet warm smell of hidden flowers whose heavy petals kiss the sun, Fierce tropic poisons every one that fume and sweat through forest hours; They grow in darkness, heat beguiles their sluggish kisses, in the wood They stais no murmur wite is good, and Satan in their blossom smiles.

Only Clytie there, Wild arms thrown wide, an agony of hair Streamed fierce behind her, seems to sympathize; Through selfish, yet despair in both our eyes Gives us a link of love. Ganymede, grant me one night!

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! Now is the triumph of Love, gazing far to an infinite pleasure, Pleasure that mocks Heaven’s hopes, that our hands are im- patient to hold.

You must be logged-in to post crowleyy comment. Grant me thy love, earth’s last surpassing prize, Me, cast upon the faggots of love’s pyre For love of the white bosom that underlies The subtle passion of thy snowy attire, The shadowy secret of thine amorous thighs, The inmost shrine of my supreme desire, Maid of dark eyes!