Friday, August 1, 2008

"A higher heaven, a deeper hell."

The contents of this dirty, little book seem to get hotter with every re-reading. That's why they call him The Great Beast. Lie back, unzip your pants, and close your eyes... It's gonna be a long night.

Reprinted without permission. Sue me, sack me, and send me to Hell.


All night no change, no whisper. Scarce a breath
But lips closed hard upon the cup of death
To drain its sweetest poison. Scarce a sigh
Beats the dead hours out; scarce a melody
Of measured pulses quickened with the blood
Of that desire which pours its deadly flood
Through soul and shaken body; scarce a thought
But sense through spirit most divinely wrought
To perfect feeling; only through the lips
Electric ardour kindles, flashes, slips
Through all the circle to her lips again
And thence, unwavering, flies to mine, to drain
All pleasure in one draught. No whispered sigh,
No change of breast, love's posture perfectly
Once gained, we change no more. The fever grows
Hotter or cooler, as the night wind blows
Fresh gusts of passion on the outer gate.
But we, in waves of frenzy, concentrate
Our thirsty mouths on that hot drinking cup
Whence we may never suck the nectar up
Too often or too hard; fresh fire invades
Our furious veins, and the unquiet shades
Of night make noises in the darkened room. [45]

Yet, did I raise my head, throughout the gloom
I might behold thine eyes as red as fire,
A tigress maddened with supreme desire.
White arms that clasp me, fervent breast that glides
An eager snake, about my breast and sides,
And white teeth keen to bite, red tongue that tires,
And lips ensanguine with unfed desires,
Hot breath and hands, dishevelled hair and head,
Thy fevered mouth like snakes' mouths crimson red,
A very beast of prey; and I like thee,
Fiery, unweary, as thou art of me.
But raise no head; I know thee, breast and thigh,
Lips, hair and eyes and mouth: I will not die
But thou come with me o'er the gate of death.
So, blood and body furious with breath
That pants through foaming kisses, let us stay
Gripped hard together to keep life away,
Mouths drowned in murder, never satiate,
Kissing away the hard decrees of Fate,
Kissing insatiable in mad desire
Kisses whose agony may never tire,
Kissing the gates of hell, the sword of God,
Each unto each a serpent or a rod,
A well of wine and fire, each unto each,
Whose lips are fain convulsively to reach
A higher heaven, a deeper hell. Ah! day [46]

So soon to dawn, delight to snatch away!
Damned day, whose sunlight finds us as with wine
Drunken, with lust made manifest divine
Devils of darkness, servants unto hell--
Yea, king and queen of Sheol, terrible
Above all fiends and furies, hating more
The high Jehovah, loving Baal Peor,
Our father and our lover and our god!
Yea, though he lift his adamantine rod
And pierce us through, how shall his anger tame
Fire that glows fiercer for the brand of shame
Thrust in it; so, we who are all of fire,
One dull red flare of devilish desire,
The God of Israel shall not quench with tears,
Nor blood of martyrs drawn from myriad spheres,
Nor watery blood of Christ; that blood shall boil
With all the fury of our hellish toil;
His veins shall dry with heat; his bones shall bleach
Cold and detested, picked of dogs, on each
Dry seperate dunghill of burnt Golgotha.
But we will wrest from heaven a little star,
The Star of Bethlehem, a lying light
Fit for our candle, and by devils' might
Fix in the vast concave of hell for us
To lume its ghastly shadows murderous,
That in the mirror of the lake of fire [47]

We may behold the image of Desire
Stretching broad wings upon us, and may leap
Each upon other, till our bodies weep
Thick sweet salt tears, and, clasping as of yore
Within dull limits of Earth's barren shore,
Fulfil immense desires of strange new shames,
Burn into one another as the flames
Of our hell fuse us into one wild soul:
Then, one immaculate divinest whole,
Plunge, fire, within all fire, dive far to death;
Till, like king Satan's sympathetic breath,
Burn on us as a voice from far above
Strange nameless elements of fire and love;
And we, one mouth to kiss, one soul to lure,
For ever, wedded, one, divine, endure
Far from sun, sea, and spring from love or light,
Imbedded in impenetrable night;
Deeper than ocean, higher than the sky,
Vaster than petty loves that dream and die,
Insatiate, angry, terrible for lust,
Who shrivel God to adamantine dust
By our fierce gaze upon him, who would strive
Under our wrath, to flee away, to dive
Into the deep recesses of his heaven.
But we, one joy, one love, one shame for leaven,
Quit hope and life, quit fear and death and love, [48]

Implacable as God, desired above
All loves of hell or heaven, supremely wed,
Knit in one soul in one delicious bed
More hot than hell, more wicked than all things,
Vast in our sin, whose unredeeming wings
Rise o'er the world, and flap for lust of death,
Eager as anyone that travaileth;
So in our lusts, the monstrous burden borne
Heavy within the womb, we wait the morn
Of its fulfilment. Thus eternity
Wheels vain wings round us, who may never die,
But cling as hard as serpent's wedlock is,
One writhing glory, an immortal kiss. [49]


Tenebrous Kate said...

Dude, you KNOW he'd just bogart the hash pipe, chase you around with a knife, and ultimately crap on your rug. That's how Unka Crowley (rhymes-with-Holy) rolls, miss.

Kitty LeClaw said...

D00d!! OMG!! You have caused me to make a mistake in my Big Kid Pants!

Karswell said...

Live from The Crotona in the Hollywood Hills, it's---

Seriously, this should be required reading in every school. I beat a few dead hours out myself last night...

Kitty LeClaw said...

this should be required reading in every school

School of Cock!

I beat a few dead hours out myself last night

Beat that shit like it owes you money! I have come to expect nothing less from King Karswell. Just go easy on the Left Hand Black; Princess Kitty must not be deprived of her daily dose of girlfixin' pre-code horror comix.

The Vicar of VHS said...

Horny in more ways than one, was old Al!

Very hot stuff--I'm an enthusiast for poetry myself, and always love to see my two favorite things combined. If only there could have been a reference to Paul Naschy or Alucarda retrofitted in, it would have been poifect!

BTW, this reminds me--was anyone else ever thrown by that line in Ozzy's paean to the author here:

"Mr. Crowley! Won't you ride my white horse?
Mr. Crowley! It's symbolic, of course!"

Yeah Ozzy. WE GET IT. The question you?

Kitty LeClaw said...

If only there could have been a reference to Paul Naschy or Alucarda retrofitted in

Taken care of via sidebar. Kitties take care of everything. We can see in the dark and stuff.

Yeah Ozzy. WE GET IT. The question you?

Not much anymore, I'm afraid. Way-cool song, though. I am also partial to the Bruce Dickinson cover.

The Vicar of VHS said...

Oooh, we at the Vicarage an the Duchy LOVE the Bruce. His "Chemical Wedding" is full of Blakey goodness, and heavier than anything Maiden has done in decades.

I didn't know he'd covered that tune, but I do love his duet with Halford on "The Man You Love to Hate."

Now if he could just get a duet with Dio in the can before the little spidery creature blows a gasket, I could die a happy man.

Kitty LeClaw said...

Vicar: Dio was looking pretty ripped n' ready when he appeared in The Pick of Destiny...

Tiny Demon
You've been down too long
In the midnight sea

The Vicar of VHS said...

Over the weekend I saw a live performance of his reunion with Sabbath on VH3 or whatever, and I have to say he was looking rather frail and raisinettish in that.

Dude can still wail, though. Can't take that away from him.

Ride the tiger!
You can feel his heart, but you know he's clean!
Oh don't you see what I mean?

Hell yeah we, wait a minute...what? No, I guess I don't see what yo mean, Ronnie. WTF? ;)

Kitty LeClaw said...

I see what he means. Does that mean there is something wrong with me?

Trust me, though. You do NOT wanna know what's between the velvet lies... weird shit, even for me.