


An actual quote of mine from this post. So now there's pee all over my floor and I blame you SacredCake- if that even is your real name! |
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
An actual quote of mine from this post. So now there's pee all over my floor and I blame you SacredCake- if that even is your real name! |
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
3 comments:
HAHAHA! make realistic plans! Man I've been wanting to make a cushion or some shit with that on it for ages, I think it's gold.
This is gunna sound weird, but I kind of envy that you work on the floor. I've done it like that before and it's a good method for me, to be able to sit surrounded by things. I need a desk right now though- really it's just floor on legs, because underneath there's mountains of crap that I don't have anywhere else for should the table be removed.
omg....I KNEW you would laugh! I laughed ever time I looked at it!
What a fantastic quote...what if, in like, 80 years, there your quote is in some huge quote anthology?!
Whaahaaa, it's perfect, Jen!! The framed quote, I mean. And kudos for getting one over on Fanci! She's too cool for school.
ps--I want a pillow. Anyone?
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