



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
6 comments:
What absolutely stunning bracelets you have been creating. What overwhelms me is the AMOUNT you churn out. I would love to see an amateur short film (the handycam resting on the table) of you working and making things, but on high speed. It seems like it! Gorgeous work, as usual. Of course you have the best wedding ring! Your husband did well there. :)
Oh my god! LOOOOOOOOVE them!
Would you PLEASE not be so damn funny? How am I supposed to read your blog on the sneak at work, and then explain why I'm laughing out loud? None of my work is amusing in the least. This is awkward.
HAHA
I was just thinking how i was gonna let everyone down w/my lack of funny on this post. yay, happy me!
I missed the "special" necklace being listed. I wanted to see how much you sold it for. Boooo!
Dem bones! What kind of old bone is that in top pic? Bit of chicken? How did you prepare it for wear? I tried boiling some in salty water, but they were still honking afterwards.
How much fun do you have with that husband of yours?!! I laughed my chunk off about the crustacean conversation.
xx
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