





A man ambushed a stone. Caught it.
Made it a prisoner.
Put it in a dark room and stood guard over it for the rest of his life.
His mother asked why.
He said, because it's held captive, because it is captured.
Look, the stone is asleep, she said, it does not know whether it's in a garden or not. Eternity and the stone
are mother and daughter; it is you who are getting old. The stone is only sleeping.
But I caught it, mother, it is mine by conquest, he said.
A stone is nobody's, not even its own. It is you who are conquered; you are minding the prisoner, which is yourself,
because you are afraid to go out, she said.
Yes yes, I am afraid, because you have never loved me, he said.
Which is true, because you have always been to me as the stone is to you, she said.
Russell Edson
Mother of Light, and the Gods! Mother of Music, awake!
Silence and speech are at odds; Heaven and Hell are at stake.
By the Rose and the Cross I conjure;
I constrain by the Snake and the Sword;
I am he that is sworn to endure -Bring us the word of the Lord!
from The Interpreter by Aleister Crowley
I wait for thee, my soul distraught
With aching for some nameless naught
In its most arcane crypt-
Am I not fit to endure thee?
...
Thou whose mouth is a flame
With its seven-edged sword proceeding,
Come! I am writhing with despair
Like a snake taken in a snare,
Moaning thy mystical name
Till my tongue is torn and bleeding!
Have I not gilded my nails
And painted my lips with vermillion?
Yea! thou art I; the deed awakes,
Thy lightening strikes; thy thunder breaks
Wild as the bride that wails
In the bridegroom's plumed pavillion!
from Ave Adonai by Aleister Crowley
7 comments:
I think your "fan" is likely a measuring device. And I love your two "important" necklaces - they are fabulous! Don't remake the Mother and Child piece, please - the nail and the key are just perfect.
I think your instincts are correct about the last necklace--strands of the same textile hanging down, maybe a tourmaline or two. That or the whole thing could go on a plain leather thong, and the necklace saved for something else (or not, it'd be quite lovely on its own). But, what do I know? ....you asked..
<3
Gorgeous pieces. And I have to say: I like last one as it is. The mixture of beads and fabric is totally awesome. regards Stefanie
hmmm...
maybe I'll leave it as is for a while. If it sells, that's that. If not, I'll change it... not that that's the whole point to what I do, of course...
those tourmaline buttons (must be like grade D or something...) are pretty cute, huh? all nubby and earthy? just wanted to mention b/c I'm very taken w/them
NO, NO please leave the Madonna and Child piece as is. It's perfect. However, if you must do something (and I totally understand that), only add some beads on both sides of the nail next to the wiring that attaches the nail. Maybe more beads on one side than on the other. And maybe, just maybe, a textile/ribbon tied to the top of the medallion hanging down below/behind the key. I'm just saying. But really, I love it just as it is. You are amazing!!!
you guys rock. i was thinking just that, shessoweird- a couple strips of fabric hanging behind and then going down about...5 inches? we'll see. if i get off my ass, that is. I gotta tweak the other mary one, the clasp comes undone if yr wearing a messenger bag...
i should do all my pieces by comitte via blog comments!
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