



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
4 comments:
I use "ochre" sometimes for this amber color range because it covers a lot of bases but I don't think it's a super search term. I just saw the beads below and I'm so happy they were fun to color; they look great. I'm going to try out selling a plain white strand for people to color & embellish! Thanks for showing them off.
Whatever you end up calling it, that necklace is fantastic. And another great bracelet with (and this is no small feat) good bracelet pictures! Kudos.
I beg your pardon, I will have you know I do NOT rant to myself. It is aimed squarely at the television because they can hear me. Also that invisible audience you mentioned.
Citrine? Goldenrod? Butterscotch? Honeycomb? Pumpkin? Butterbeer? ok now I'm hungry.
I'm LOVING your new approach to blog updates. These shorter entries actually seem to encourage a closer look at things, which is so enjoyable.
Thank you for giving your faithful followers incredible inspiration and sharing in such a beautiful (and fun!) presentation. Making your "makies" is one thing--but I can only imagine the time and effort involved in getting them photographed and writing down your thoughts about each one. It's always exciting to click and see what's been going on in your workroom. It would be incredible to just hang out there and watch your process, enjoying all the stream-of-conscious dialogue you probably carry on with yourself. ;)
You probably have no idea how much joy your blog brings.
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