





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
5 comments:
I got some of that white glass wired footage from Jan's Jewels too. I got the kind with the leaves and the flowers on it. I was planning to resell it, but she gave it to me in one very long continuous piece and I'm kind of afraid to cut it. If I come up with some creative way to use it I'll let you know, but most likely you'll come up with something long before I do!
The glass garland is magical! I'm thinking you could sew it on a piece of fabric...
The colours on the bracelet are just as they should be - they echo the stones in the kuchi piece.
So - you have a squirrel in the chimney and he is driving you nuts? Hmmm.
Thank you sooooo much for telling about JansJewels shop. I have never heard of it. Lovely beads!
And all your jewellery looks great as usual. That top bracelet is gorgeous. You say ou are not shure about it, with all the colours. How about letting one of the colours (green blue or red) be the dominant one and the others just accents kind of. Just an idea ...
Casual squirrel ... :-)
You could use the wire leaf lengths to make tiaras, just stitch them on some ribbon and make headband styles or get funky with solder for proper 'sit-up' types.
my friends have possums in their roof. Sometimes the possum pees and it leaks through the lining boards. That's fun.
As always, I love your creations...you have enspired me to stretch BEYOND my own self imposed restraints.
Just you wait and see....
I so adore you Fanci...
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