the Transient Silver Fairytail
I have been waiting for you!
Grey suit and white shirt stopped beside the fire.
The wool and the hide he burnt with fire and brimstone which is the richest merchant in London.
Going to start your own space programme now, another one.
Were an alternative.
He too had once amputated the dead.
A great objection to your looking at it ecstatically.
Look foolish, slinking away with their swords, had had to go.
Finish to speak about books and studies and not living at home, and out of thy fury?
Death had come home more especially reminding him forcibly of father being in pain, staunched the black stems that decay in the dark night, The coffin, The dispute on the foundation for it can, and, though this also holds true of all that. Of the law, of creatively fixing, and got their suppers, and we’ve nothing later here than August 27th. I plead for my weapon will lay it upon the wrinkled surface, is apparently one chief cause of the sly one hides and bring him home as fast as you were one of their mongrel offspring, nothing dreading, Sunshine upon the gunwale, tumbled back to the General stood in front of the sciences, for instance, warn you that you should have to meet his sins, the teats, curiously enough, but now it seems history is to keep the best; this old skull cracks so, what is limbo? Flag I love. I taught him to realize space!
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But when pale famine fill’d th’ imperial dome,
Th’ insatiate glutton was expell’d from home,
And, tho’ from kings descended, rueful fate
In public streets, and begg’d at ev’ry gate:
Still, at the feast, his suppliant hands were spread,
And still the sprightly juice consume,
To sooth our cares in Winter’s cheerless gloom.
His mother mourn’d; his sisters groans resum’d;
His nurse and twenty handmaids wept around:
The frantic father rent his hoary hairs,
And vainly thus to Neptune pour’d his streams around,
And fed the trees, My son, whoe’er thou art that wounds the trees,
My son, whoe’er thou art that wounds the trees,
and roof the lofty trees shall shine,
Where my companions the full banquet join,
And sport and revel o’er the rest, and seem’d to touch the sky
The nymphs at mid-day sported in the rites;
Then dames of sixty years (a sacred throng)
Shall to the nuptial ties? Fell Nemesis the speech records,
And vengeful Ceres heard th’ insulting words;
Her anger burn’d: her pow’r she straight assum’d,
And all the beasts of prey
Casts on some hunter, when, with anguish torn,
On Tmarus’ hills her savage young are born.
No more my rushing chariot guide.
Look with pity on the tree, the golden year,
That we may still the wretch shall never prove
A neighbour’s kindness, or a neighbour’s love.
Propitious hear my pray’r, O Queen supreme,
And bless thy poet with immortal fame.
Far nobler to resound her sacred laws,
That bless’d mankind, and gain’d their loud applause.
She said: but scornful Erysichton burn’d
With fiercer rage, and fiercer frowns return’d,
Than the gaunt Lioness whose eyes they say
Flash keener flames than all the Goddess in full beauty bloom’d.
A steer his mother fed within the stall,
At Vesta’s sacred altar doom’d to fall;
This he devour’d, and next my warlike horse,
So oft victorious in the dusty course, look with pity on the wretched boy.
O Pow’r divine, believ’d my sire in vain;
Since thou reliev’st not thy descendant’s pain:
If I from beauteous Canace may claim
My sacred birth, or Neptune’s greater name;
Behold a dire disease my son destroy:
Oh! But haggard famine, with pale aspect now,
Stares in his eyes, and fits upon his brow.
Ev’n puss escap’d not, when his fury rose,
Herself so dreadful to domestic foes.
A bit of H. W. Tytler’s translation of Callimachus’s Hymn to Ceres, garbled with Yisong Yue’s Mark V. Shaney PHP library
When he said Stephen, he thought of statues to receive you, listening. The cheers died away, revolted and disgusted, from God, and he could hear the noise of the vaulting horse. At the far end he came in the pursuit of phantoms. The sudden flight from the door quickly. There are nets flung at it to hold it back from flight. Is it on account of his stature and grave manners? For he was as formal in speech with others as they were nameless. In the midst of it unluckily I made a sudden flush rise to his eyes. Words which he did not strike across the downs on his left, set heavily in the city’s ignorance like a dull stone set in a cumbrous ring, pulled his mind downward and while he was striving this way and that to free his arm but continued, his mouth flecked by a thin foam. Socialism was founded by an Irishman and the first man in Europe who preached the freedom of thought was Collins. It was queer and wettish. If the wine change into vinegar and the host crumble into corruption after they have been consecrated, is Jesus Christ still present under their species as God and as man? Here he is! a boy from his post at the window had seen the rector come from the house. The time and manner are uncertain, whether from long disease or from some unexpected accident the Son of God cometh at an hour when you little expect Him. She came round and you told him into the morning.
Thanks to Harry Schwartz, James Joyce, and Project Gutenberg.
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Struck hate.
Palaces of hands
In did the dead
By demons invoking Druse
Globe’s affrighted tune
Corpse lights blood Pharaoh’s Pharaoh shone
With tower and loathing that compel
the temple-like husks
brand tomb.
No breath curled
That laid smutch
Echo the accursed roar.
As Turks rip twin Lebanon
after so golden fans
The myriad, the enthroned
In whose halls and sage flares
dead Pharaoh, on neophyte eyes, blistering
Thought the Underworld.
Silent and blazed in battle on his plume
Silent and blazed Pharaoh names fair
Till all is sate
Some cruel knowledge closely curled
With tower and a whispering.
The taste of dust and desperate destinies
As ruby-red
Enswathed, enthroned
Famine shone
So twin —
Aha!
of dust.
This is Aleister Crowley’s “The Eyes of Pharaoh” from his Rites of Eleusis, severely mangled using a small programming script I wrote and then rearranged.
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