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Dionysus By Crowley

Postby Magus11 » Tue Jan 17, 2012 2:37 pm

Ciao Bella, this is for you my lovely Italian friend, REA.

Dionysus by Aleister Crowley
I bring ye wine from above,
From the vats of the storied sun;
For every one of yer love,
And life for every one.
Ye shall dance on hill and level;
Ye shall sing in hollow and height
In the festal mystical revel,
The rapurous Bacchanal rite!
The rocks and trees are yours,
And the waters under the hill,
By the might of that which endures,
The holy heaven of will!
I kindle a flame like a torrent
To rush from star to star;
Your hair as a comet’s horrent,
Ye shall see things as they are!
I lift the mask of matter;
I open the heart of man;
For I am of force to shatter
The cast that hideth -Pan!
Your loves shall lap up slaughter,
And dabbled with roses of blood
Each desperate darling daughter
Shall swim in the fervid flood.
I bring ye laughter and tears,
The kisses that foam and bleed,
The joys of a million years,
The flowers that bear no seed.
My life is bitter and sterile,
Its flame is a wandering star.
Ye shall pass in pleasure and peril
Across the mystic bar
That is set for wrath and weeping
Against the children of earth;
But ye in singing and sleeping
Shall pass in measure and mirth!
I lift my wand and wave you
Through hill to hill of delight :
My rosy rivers lave you
In innermost lustral light..
I lead you, lord of the maze,
In the darkness free of the sun;
In spite of the spite that is day’s
We are wed, we are wild, we are one.
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Re: Dionysus By Crowley

Postby REA » Tue Jan 17, 2012 4:44 pm

Darren..thank you.. ;) that's a lovely gesture...and Crowley poetry is truly stunning...
A toast to Aleister Crowley, to Dionysus, to all Gods and Goddess,to friendship that will never die, to all the Poets that delight us with Beauty and Eternity...

this is for you...

Sun And Flesh (Credo In Unam) by Arthur Rimbaud


Birth of Venus
I
The Sun, the hearth of affection and life,
Pours burning love on the delighted earth,
And when you lie down in the valley, you can smell
How the earth is nubile and very full-blooded;
How its huge breast, heaved up by a soul,
Is, like God, made of love, and, like woman, of flesh,
And that it contains, big with sap and with sunlight,
The vast pullulation of all embryos!
And everything grows, and everything rises!

- O Venus, O Goddess!
I long for the days of antique youth,
Of lascivious satyrs, and animal fauns,
Gods who bit, mad with love, the bark of the boughs,
And among water-lilies kissed the Nymph with fair hair!
I long for the time when the sap of the world,
River water, the rose-coloured blood of green trees
Put into the veins of Pan a whole universe!
When the earth trembled, green,beneath his goat-feet;
When, softly kissing the fair Syrinx, his lips formed
Under heaven the great hymn of love;
When, standing on the plain, he heard round about him
Living Nature answer his call;
When the silent trees cradling the singing bird,
Earth cradling mankind, and the whole blue Ocean,
And all living creatures loved, loved in God!

I long for the time of great Cybele,
Who was said to travel, gigantically lovely,
In a great bronze chariot, through splendid cities;
Her twin breasts poured, through the vast deeps,
The pure streams of infinite life.
Mankind sucked joyfully at her blessed nipple,
Like a small child playing on her knees.
- Because he was strong, Man was gentle and chaste.

Misfortune! Now he says: I understand things,
And goes about with eyes shut and ears closed.
- And again, no more gods! no more gods! Man is King,
Man is God! But the great faith is Love!
Oh! if only man still drew sustenance from your nipple,
Great mother of gods and of men, Cybele;
If only he had not forsaken immortal Astarte
Who long ago, rising in the tremendous brightness
Of blue waters, flower-flesh perfumed by the wave,
Showed her rosy navel, towards which the foam came snowing
And , being a goddess with the great conquering black eyes,
Made the nightingale sing in the woods and love in men's hearts!

The Birth of Venus


II


I believe! I believe in you! divine mother,
Sea-born Aphrodite! - Oh! the path is bitter
Since the other God harnessed us to his cross;
Flesh, Marble, Flower, Venus, in you I believe!
- yes, Man is sad and ugly, sad under the vast sky.
He possesses clothes, because he is no longer chaste,
Because he has defiled his proud, godlike head
And because he has bent, like an idol in the furnace,
His Olympian form towards base slaveries!
Yes, even after death, in the form of pale skeletons
He wishes to live and insult the original beauty!
- And the Idol in whom you placed such maidenhood,
Woman, in whom you rendered our clay divine,
So that Man might bring light into his poor soul
And slowly ascend, in unbounded love,
From the earthly prison to the beauty of day,
Woman no longer knows even how to be a Courtesan!
- It's a fine farce! and the world snickers
At the sweet and sacred name of great Venus!

III


If only the times which have come and gone might come again!
- For Man is finished! Man has played all the parts!
In the broad daylight, wearied with breaking idols
He will revive, free of all his gods,
And, since he is of heaven, he will scan the heavens!
The Ideal, that eternal, invincible thought, which is
All; The living god within his fleshly clay,
Will rise, mount, burn beneath his brow!
An when you see him plumbing the whole horizon,
Despising old yokes, and free from all fear,
You will come and give him holy Redemption!
- Resplendent, radiant, from the bosom of the huge seas
You will rise up and give to the vast Universe
Infinite Love with its eternal smile!
The World will vibrate like an immense lyre
In the trembling of an infinite kiss!

- The World thirsts for love: you will come and slake its thirst.

....................................................

O! Man has raised his free, proud head!
And the sudden blaze of primordial beauty
Makes the god quiver in the altar of the flesh!
Happy in the present good, pale from the ill suffered,
Man wishes to plumb all depths, - and know all things! Thought,
So long a jade, and for so long oppressed,
Springs from his forehead! She will know Why!...
Let her but gallop free, and Man will find Faith!
- Why the blue silence, unfathomable space?
Why the golden stars, teeming like sands?
If one ascended forever, what would one see up there?
Does a sheperd drive this enormous flock
Of worlds on a journey through this horror of space?
And do all these worlds contained in the vast ether,
tremble at the tones of an eternal voice?
- And Man, can he see? can he say: I believe?
Is the langage of thought anymore than a dream?
If man is born so quickly, if life is so short
Whence does he come? Does he sink into the deep Ocean
Of Germs, of Foetuses, of Embryos, to the bottom
of the huge Crucible where Nature the Mother
Will resuscitate him, a living creature,
To love in the rose and to grow in the corn?...

We cannot know! - We are weighed down
With a cloak of ignorance, hemmed in by chimaeras!
Men like apes, dropped from our mothers' wombs,
Our feeble reason hides the infinite from us!
We wish to perceive: - and Doubt punishes us!
Doubt, dismal bird, beat us down with its wing...
- And the horizon rushes away in endless flight!...

.......................................................

The vast heaven is open! the mysteries lie dead
Before erect Man, who folds his strong arms
Among the vast splendour of abundant Nature!
He sings... and the woods sing, the river murmurs
A song full of happiness which rises towards the light!...
- it is Redemption! it is love! it is love!...


IV

O splendour of flesh! O ideal splendour!
O renewal of love, triumphal dawn
When, prostrating the Gods and the Heroes,
White Callipyge and little Eros
Covered with the snow of rose petals, will caress
Women and flowers beneath their lovely outstretched feet!
- O great Ariadne who pour out your tears
On the shore, as you see, out there on the waves,
The sail of Theseus flying white under the sun,
O sweet virgin child whom a night has broken,
Be silent! On his golden chariot studded with black grapes,
Lysios, who has been drawn through Phrygian fields
By lascivious tigers and russet panthers,
Reddens the dark mosses along the blue rivers.
- Zeus, the Bull, cradles on his neck like a child
The nude body of Europa who throws her white arm
Round the God's muscular neck which shivers in the wave.
Slowly he turns his dreamy eye towards her;
She, droops her pale flowerlike cheek
On the brow of Zeus; her eyes are closed; she is dying
In a divine kiss, and the murmuring waters
Strew the flowers of their golden foam on her hair.
- Between the oleander and the gaudy lotus tree
Slips amorously the great dreaming Swan
Enfloding Leda in the whiteness of his wing;
- And while Cypris goes by, strangely beautiful,
And, arching the marvellous curves of her back,
Proudly displays the golden vision of her big breasts
And snowy belly embroidered with black moss,
- Hercules, Tamer of beasts, in his Strength,
Robes his huge body with the lion's skin as with glory
And faces the horizons, his brow terrible and sweet!

Vaguely lit by the summer moon,
Erect, naked, dreaming in her pallor of gold
Streaked by the heavy wave of her long blue hair,
In the shadowy glade whenre stars spring in the moss,
The Dryade gazes up at the silent sky...
- White Selene, timidly, lets her veil float,
Over the feet of beautiful Endymion,
And throws him a kiss in a pale beam...
- The Spring sobs far off in a long ectasy...
Ii is the nymph who dreams with one elbow on her urn,
Of the handsome white stripling her wave has pressed against.
- A soft wind of love has passed in the night,
And in the sacred woods, amid the standing hair of the great trees,
Erect in majesty, the shadowly Marbles,
The Gods, on whose brows the Bullfinch has his nest,
- the Gods listen to Men, and to the infinite World!
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Re: Dionysus By Crowley

Postby Magus11 » Tue Jan 17, 2012 5:28 pm

REA I can see and feel the thought that went into choosing that ;)

Thank you it is truly lovely :D
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Re: Dionysus By Crowley

Postby REA » Tue Jan 17, 2012 9:44 pm

I am very pleased you liked it... ;)

Rimbaud is fantastic...among Baudelaire and Verlaine ...
x x x
Ps
that poem has been written for you.. :twisted:
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Re: Dionysus By Crowley

Postby Magus11 » Wed Jan 18, 2012 8:54 am

REA wrote:I am very pleased you liked it... ;)
Ps
that poem has been written for you.. :twisted:


Your are very sweet! too sweet :D
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Re: Dionysus By Crowley

Postby Magus11 » Wed Jan 18, 2012 7:12 pm

What a lovely surprise REA, I see that you are behind me ;)
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Re: Dionysus By Crowley

Postby REA » Wed Jan 18, 2012 7:34 pm

Magus11 wrote:What a lovely surprise REA, I see that you are behind me ;)

yep.. watch out.. I am coming to get you... :evil:
LOL
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Re: Dionysus By Crowley

Postby Magus11 » Wed Jan 18, 2012 9:25 pm

REA wrote:
Magus11 wrote:What a lovely surprise REA, I see that you are behind me ;)

yep.. watch out.. I am coming to get you... :evil:
LOL


Ooooh, I can't wait :D LOL
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Re: Dionysus By Crowley

Postby REA » Sat Feb 04, 2012 2:03 pm

and Beauty will delight and relief us, during these sad times...


Lucretius
De Rerum Natura - Book I
Hymn to Venus

Scansione metrica (esametri dattilici catalettici):

Aèneadùm genetrìx, | hominùm divòmque volùptas,
àlma Venùs, | caelì subtèr | labèntia sìgna

quaè mare nàvigerùm, | quae tèrras frugiferèntis

còncelebràs, | per tè quoniàm | genus òmne animàntum

còncipitùr | visìtque exòrtum | lùmina sòlis:

tè, dea, tè fugiùnt | ventì, te nùbila càeli

àdventùmque tuùm, | tibi suàvis daèdala tèllus

sùmmittìt florès, | tibi rìdent aèquora pònti

plàcatùmque nitèt | diffùso lùmine caèlum.

Nàm simul àc speciès | patefàctast vèrna dièi

èt reseràta vigèt | genitàbilis àura favòni,

àëriaè primùm | volucrìs te, dìva, tuùmque

sìgnificànt initùm | percùlsae còrda tuà vi.

Ìnde feraè pecudès | persùltant pàbula laèta

èt rapidòs | tranànt amnìs: | ita càpta lepòre

tè sequitur cupidè | quo quàmque indùcere pèrgis.

Dènique pèr maria àc montìs | fluviòsque rapàcis

fròndiferàsque domòs | aviùm campòsque virèntis

òmnibus ìncutièns | blandùm per pèctora amòrem

èfficis ùt cupidè | generàtim saècla propàgent.

Quaè quoniàm rerùm | natùram sòla gubèrnas

nèc sine tè quicquàm | diàs in lùminis òras

èxoritùr | neque fìt laetùm | neque amàbile quìcquam,

tè sociàm studeò | scribèndis vèrsibus èsse,

quòs ego dè rerùm | natùra pàngere cònor

Mèmmiadaè nostrò, | quem tù, dea, tèmpore in òmni

òmnibus òrnatùm | voluìsti excèllere rèbus.

Quò magis aèternùm | da dìctis, dìva, lepòrem;

èffice ut ìntereà | fera moènera mìlitiài

pèr maria àc terràs | omnìs sopìta quièscant;

nàm tu sòla potès | tranquìlla pàce iuvàre

mòrtalìs, | quoniàm bellì | fera moènera Màvors

àrmipotèns regit, ìn | gremiùm qui saèpe tuùm se

rèiicit aèternò | devìctus vùlnere amòris,

àtque ita sùspicièns | teretì cervìce repòsta

pàscit amòre avidòs | inhiàns in tè, dea, vìsus

èque tuò pendèt | resupìni spìritus òre.

Hùnc tu, dìva, tuò | recubàntem còrpore sàncto

cìrcumfùsa supèr, | suavìs ex òre loquèllas

fùnde petèns placidàm | Romànis, ìncluta, pàcem.

Nàm neque nòs agere hòc | patriài tèmpore inìquo

pòssumus aèquo animò | nec Mèmmi clàra propàgo

tàlibus ìn rebùs | commùni dèsse salùti.






Italian translation by Mario Rapisardi
Degli Eneadi madre, o degli umani,
Dei numi voluttà, Venere altrice,
Che il navigero mar, che l'ubertose
Terre, del ciel sotto i volgenti segni,
5Popoli, che per te genera, e nato
Del sole a' raggi ogni animai si allegra;
Te, dea, fuggono i venti ; al tuo venire
Dileguami le nubi; a te sommette
Fiori soavi la dedalea terra ;
10A te ridon le vaste onde e placalo
D'una luce diffusa il ciel risplende.
Te, come pria la bella primavera
I suoi giorni dischiude, e sciolta avvivasi
La dolce di favonio aura feconda
15Cantan reduce dea gli aerei uccelli,
Che primi il tuo poter sentono in core;
Pe' lieti paschi esultano le greggi,
Guadan ratte fiumane; ed a tal segno
Preso è da' vezzi tuoi, che ovunque il guidi,
20Cupidamente ogni animai ti segue.
Tu inf in per monti e mari e per rapaci
Fiumi e campagne verdeggianti e case
Frondifere d'alati, in ogni petto
Alto incutendo un dilettoso amore,
25Fai che ciascuno per la propria specie
Con gran desio la stirpe sua propaghi.
E giacché sola tu reggi il governo
Dell'universo, e nulla a le divine
Rive del giorno senza te si leva,
30Nulla è senza di te lieto e giocondo,
Te spiratrice a questi versi imploro
Or che le leggi di Natura intendo
Svelar di Memmio al figlio, a noi sì caro
E che tu, dea, d'ogni bel pregio ornato
35Sempre e in tutte le cose egregio hai fatto.
Però, meglio che mai, diva, consenti
Una grazia immortale a' detti miei,
E fa' che in terra e in mar taccian fra tanto
Gli acri studj dell'armi alfin sopiti,
40Quando sola tu puoi giovar di cheta
Pace i mortali, e Marte armipossente,
Che l'aspre della guerra arti governa,
Dall'eterna d'amor piaga conquiso,
Spesse volte nel tuo grembo si lascia,
45E abbandonando stupefatto indietro
La bella testa, con bocca anelante
D'amore avidi in te pasce gli sguardi,
Resupino così, che tutto, o dea,
Dalle tue labbra il suo spirito pende.
50Deh, mentre tu col corpo intemerato
Circonfondi sovrana il dio giacente,
Sciogli del labbro il dir suave, e pace
Placida pe' Romani, inclita, chiedi:
Che attender non turbato io non potrei
55Fra' turbamenti della patria all'opra,
Né di Memmio mancar patrìa la chiara
Stirpe in tal uopo alla comun salute.

English Translation (from Google, sorry)
Mother of Eneadi, delight of men and gods,
Venus, giver of life, which in the course of the stars celestial
revive your presence wherever the sea route from ships,
fertile land with crops, because thanks to you all living species
is conceived and born, he sees the light of the sun,
thee, O goddess, you flee the winds, the clouds of heaven you,
and your arrival, the industrious it pop for you
sweet flowers, you smile at the expanse of the sea
shining and the sky cleared a diffused light.
In fact as soon as it reveals the spectacle of the spring day,
and, given off, refreshes the breath of Zephyr fertilizing,
the birds of the first announce to you, O goddess, and your
arrival, struck into the hearts of your power.
So the Fairs and pets leap for the lush pastures,
and crossing the rapid streams: so every beast, captured
with your charm follows you where you intend to take him earnestly.
In short, the seas and mountains and rivers overwhelming
and leafy homes of birds and the green plains,
infusing all in a breast caressing love
make sure that species after species transmit their generations.
And since you only the Governments of the nature
and without you nothing rises to the heavenly shores of light,
nothing makes you joyful, loving nothing,
I want you to be my partner in writing the verses
I try to compose on the nature
for our descendant of Memmi, whom thou, O goddess, at any time
You wanted that excelled adorned with everything.
Especially, O goddess, thus giving speeches to my eternal charm.
Causes in the meantime the cruel hardships of war
remain quiet, everyone calmed the seas and lands.
In fact, only you can benefit from mortals with a serene peace,
seen that the cruel tasks of war Mars has dominion
mighty in arms, who often indulges in your lap
won by an eternal wound of love,
and so, the face look up, reverse the well-turned neck,
feeds the greedy eyes of love longing to thee, O goddess,
and breath as he lay hanging from your face.
Thou, O goddess, when he is lying on your holy body,
wrapping from the top, pour from the mouth sweet words,
asking, or glorious, the placid peace for the Romans.
In fact, in troubled times for our country we can not do
This thing with the serene soul, nor the illustrious lineage of Memmius
in these situations may fail in the common salvation.
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Re: Dionysus By Crowley

Postby Magus11 » Sat Feb 04, 2012 6:00 pm

My favourite Goddess :wub Beautiful!
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