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My passion,
My queen of fire and dread;
Divine amalgamation
Of swedes and cooper-thread,
Unstitch your irritation
And kiss me when I'm dead.
The foremost watchman on the peak announces his news. It is the truest word ever spoken, and the phrase will be th fittest, most musical, and the unerring voice of the world for that time.
Awaken my strength.
The sun, an hour above the horizon, is poised like a bloody egg upon a crest of thunderheads; the light has turned copper: in the eye portentous, in the nose sulphurous, smelling of lightning.
Lord Shiva, you my sunshine, my soul, Sivoham.
Do you seek the key to Incarceron?
Look inside yourself. It has always been hidden there.
- The mirror of dreams to Sapphique
Semper Fidelis
Dawn star flares on disk of night
I fall, sun rises
Hopeless. Freak. Elephant. Pitiful
Solitudinem faciunt pacem appellant. They make a wilderness and they call it peace.
SARC- was my second favorite -ASM word
Metaraon, with his unmerciful stare,
The sequoias belong to the silences of the milleniums. Many of them have seen a hundred human generations rise, give off their little clamors and perish. They seem indeed to be forms of immortality standing here amoing the transitory shapes of time.
In every cry of every man,
In every infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged manacles I hear.
All unquiet things,
which stir too strongly the soul's secret springs
Wailing and lamentation befit those who stand before the throne of life and depart without leaving in its hands a drop of the sweat of their brows or the blood of their hearts.
Eternity, Presumption
The instant I perceive
That you who were Existence
Yourself forgot to live
Within a bony labrinthean cave, Reached by the pulse of the aerial wave, This sibyl, sweet, and Mystic Sense is found, Muse, that presides o'er all the Powers of Sound.
Awaken my spirit.
Awaken my soul.
Awaken my strength.
the cloak of Sorrow: O
There is nothing which wings its flight so swiftly as calumny, nothing is uttered with more ease; nothing is listened to with more readiness, nothing disbursed more widely.
Awake, my soul! Stretch every nerve, And press with vigor on; A heavenly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown.
Though weary, it is not tired: though pressed it is not straightened; though alarmed, it is not confounded; but as a living flame it forces itself upwards and securely passes through all.
Black_Venus: Here it goes:
Curious mosaic
Continental drift
Parabolic metaphor
Elemental rift
Time and transposition
Conscious intermission
Assertion?
Desertion
Black_Venus: That's all I have so far. You finish it.
Me: How about Spanish Inquisition.
Nought may endure but mutability
Slowly my body grows a single sound, slowly I become a bell, an oval, disembodied vowel, I grow, an owl, an aureole, white fire
poesia Metamorfosi, I. Luna
Courage to strengthen, fire to blind, music to daze, iron to bind.
All things at last yield to the silent, irresistible, all conquering energy of purpose.
Oh, the symphonic shriek of a thousand hiding voices, the cry of the need inside, the entity, the silent watcher, the cold quiet thing, the one that laughs, the moondancer. The me that was not me, the thing that mocked and laughed and calling with its hunger.
The yawn of the void. A siren call for the unimaginative
Mysterious power, whence hope ethereal springs!
Sweet heavenly relic of eternal things!
Inspiring oft deep thoughts of things divine:
The past, the present, and the future time.
Thy reminiscences transport the soul
To memory?s Paradise?its future goal.
Silence is eternal eloquence
In Silence there is eloquence.
And what can still delight an inert stone except to become, once more, the bed of a raging torrent?
The expedition of my violent love outrun the pauser, reason.
I sought a third wand, Severus. The Elder Wand, the Wand of Destiny, the Deathstick. I took it from its previous master. I took it from the grave of Albus Dumbledore.
Find what is it that never sleeps and never wakes, and whose pale reflection is our sense of 'I'
A persistent soul, a divine fulfilment
That no one, no one at all, should try to search into himself! But the wallet of the person in front is carefully kept in view.
[Lat., Ut nemo in sese tentat descendere, nemo!
Sed praecedenti spectatur mantica tergo.]
Resilience, thy name is Devine.
This is that eloquence the ancients represented as lightning, bearing down every opposer; this the power which has turned whole assemblies into astonishment, admiration and awe- - that is described by the torrent, the flame, and every other instance of irresistible impetuosity.
The hidden well-spring of your soul must needs rise and run murmuring to the sea;
And here, over the portals of my fort, I shall cut in the stone the word which is to be my beacon and my banner. The word which will not die should we all perish in battle. The word which can never die on this earth, for it is the heart of it and the meaning and the glory.
The sacred word:
EGO
The venal herd.
[Lat., Venale pecus.]
Waiting for Godot
I hear myself laughing, screeching, cackling. The world is red hot and pulsing. On fire [...] I stroll down the corridor and the flickering fluorescents celebrate my passing, humming in praise. I spin, bow and hum along. Bloody footprints trail; bloody fingers smear the walls.
Widow. The word consumes itself.
Pactum serva" - "Keep the faith
Awaken my love.
Awaken my soul.
Awaken my spirit.
SANCTIFIED MATURED FERTILE UNIVERSAL CREATIVE SOUL MIRACLE WILL POWER WILL DEVISE DIVINE EXISTENCE BY SALVATION
Caelum non animum mutant qui trans mare currunt.
(They change their sky, not their soul, who rush across the sea.)
What signifies the sound of words in prayer without the affection of the heart, and a sedulous application of the proper means that may naturally lead us to such an end?
Siry answered with one simple, shattering word. Veelox.
The strong>ststrong>illness of the water, the horizon framed by other glass towers and miniature boats drifting in the distrong>ststrong>ance.
CLYTEMNESTRA
What ails thee, raising this ado for us?
SLAVE
I say the dead are come to slay the living.
Honor Lost
Ambulant sunshine pierced
the soot covered glass ~
the feeble man wandered by
in this ritual morning pass ...
thambos, "that reverential terror and awe aroused by the proximity of any supernatural force or being which one discerns,
PATER SERAPHICUS. Higher rise, still higher, growing Stronger imperceptibly, Near the Divine Presence gaining A more perfect purity! What is it the spirit thrives on, What fills the ethereal space? Endless love whose revelation Blitheness brings, eternal bliss.
The man who is roused neither by glory nor by danger it is in vain to exhort; terror closes the ears of the mind.
[Lat., Quem neque gloria neque pericula excitant, nequidquam hortere; timor animi auribus officit.]
Grand Thoughts that never can be wearied out,
Showing the unreality of Time.
Madness, and then illumination.
Haste and escape for your lives, look not behind you, escape to the mountain, lest you be consumed.
Some spirit to stand simply forth, Heroic in its nakedness, Against the uttermost of earth ...
Suleika knows that she is only a passing moment, the crest of a wave or the hem of a cloud, but she is soberly content to be, do an instant, the embodiment of that flow.
A man'strong>sstrong> greatestrong>sstrong>t joy istrong>sstrong> crustrong>sstrong>hing histrong>sstrong> enemiestrong>sstrong>.
Eripuit coelo fulmen sceptrumque tyrannis. He snatched the lightning from the sky and the sceptre from tyrants.
Treacherous ashes hide
The fires through which you stride
With diadem and sceptre high advanced,
The lower still I fall; only supreme
In misery; such joy ambition finds.
SCHISMATRIX is a creeping sea-urchin of a book - spikey and odd. It isn't very elegant, and it lacks bilateral symmetry, but pieces of it break off inside people and stick with them for years.
An horrible stillness first invades our ear, And in that silence we the tempest fear.
You have summoned me in my weakness. You must sustain me in your strength.
Collect yourself: to smother what you feel, recall to order, summon in one place; making, like Orpheus, a system against loss.
A voice that had traversed the centuries, so heavy it broke what it touched, so heavy I feared it would ring in me with eternal resonance, a voice rusty with the sound of curses and the hoarse cries that issue from the delta in the last paroxysm of orgasm.
Voiceless it cries,
Wingless flutters,
Toothless bites,
Mouthless mutters.
Who rant by note, and through the gamut rage; in songs and airs express their martial fire; combat in trills, and in a fugue expire.
The step between ecstatic vision and sinful frenzy is all too brief
Hail, gentle Dawn! mild blushing goddess, hail!Rejoic'd I see thy purple mantle spreadO'er half the skies, gems pave thy radiant way,And orient pearls from ev'ry shrub depend.
The Nephelle Philosophy
Genius - the pursuit of madness.
'TIME'strong>sstrong> strong>sstrong>pell-check alwaystrong>sstrong> admonistrong>sstrong>hestrong>sstrong> me whenever I compostrong>sstrong>e a strong>sstrong>entence in the pastrong>sstrong>strong>sstrong>ive voice, a warning that istrong>sstrong> often ignored by me.
The power of elegy, even in the face of an unbounded grief, to provide a containing form is vividly embodied by Anne Carson's 'Nox,' a nocturne with carefully controlled visual and tactile properties.
With thunder and heavenly fireworks must one speak to indolent and somnolent senses. But beauty's voice speaketh gently: it appealeth only to the most awakened souls
I cannot tarry longer.
The sea that calls all things unto her calls me
nothing could disturb this wise calm, this sanity of soul
Zeus, first cause, prime mover; for what thing without Zeus is done among mortals?
The passion you forbade my lips to utter Will not be silenced. You must hear it in The sullen thunders when they roll and mutter: And when the tempest nears, with wail and din, I know your calm forgetfulness is broken, And to your heart you whisper, "He has spoken."
shadow of authority
Moments cast rivulets,
Others eyes see.
Faith awaits,
From a once dormant state,
Inside you, inside me.
spring From this
exiled spirits, red
as the spotless toe of a seraph spread
with scarlet by the shame of rumpled dawns
The perpetual mourner
the grief that can never be healed
is innocently enough felt to be wearisome by the rest of the world. And my sense of desolation increases. Each day seems a new beginning
a new acquaintance with grief.
The Incarnate Word has been spoken. It calls the soul back to its place of peace that cannot be disturbed and love that will never be disappointed.
Life, this endless conversation with yourself. Silent in sanity, audible in madness.
Living is one constant and perpetual instant when the arras-veil before what-is-to-be hangs docile and even glad to the lightest naked thrust if we had dared, were brave enough (not wise enough: no wisdom needed here) to make the rending gash.
Voice-cry. Agony
the spoken "word" exploded, blown to bits by suffering and anger, demolishing discourse: this is how she has always been heard before, ever since the time when masculine society began to push her offstage, expulsing her, plundering her. Ever since Medea, ever since Electra.
Last of terror's stages, Selene had tutored Europa and me, is busyness.
The time and moment of Ancient and Medieval is gone, a new change is sought from within by the lifeforce a moment that is for NOW and not holding on the Past which though Primordial is eternally in the present living for the Future.
Eternity: a moment standing still for ever.
There is no word or action but has its echo in Eternity.
Oracle of Delphi:
In my deep mystery I breathe
your fragrance swirling in
your odourless soul
I return your mystery
revealing your destiny deep in
the seed of your God Self
Who sees with equal eye, as God of all,
A hero perish, or a sparrow fall,
Atoms or systems into ruin hurled,
And now a bubble burst, and now a world.