Aleister Crowley's 'White Stains"

[AdamSmith]

From an interesting blog, 'Dillsnap Cogitations'...

Aleister Crowley's "White Stains" (hidden seminal poetry)

As legend holds, Aleister Crowley was “The Wickedest Man in the World.” Born in 1875, Crowley was a British occultist, writer, mountaineer, philosopher, poet, yogi, and opium addict. He figured prominently in several occult organizations including: the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn, the A∴A∴, and Ordo Templi Orientis (O.T.O.).

In 1898, Crowley published a work of poetry entitled White Stains. The topics in this work included homosexuality, pederasty, bestiality, corprophilia, and necrophilia. Printed in Amsterdam, “White Stains” had an initial run of only 100 copies, most of them were seized and burned by British customs. I have excerpted several of the poems for your reading pleasure.

A BALLAD OF PASSIVE PEDERASTY

Boys tempt my lips to wanton use,

And show their tongues, and smile awry,

And wonder why I should refuse

To feel their buttocks on the sly,

And kiss their genitals, and cry:

‘Ah! Ganymede, grant me one night!’

This is the one sweet mystery:

A strong man’s love is my delight!

To feel him clamber on me, laid

Prone on the couch of lust and shame,

To feel him force me like a maid

And his great sword within me flame,

His breath as hot and quick as fame;

To kiss him and to clasp him tight;

This is my joy without a name,

A strong man’s love is my delight.

To feel again his love grow grand

Touched by the langour of my kiss;

To suck the hot blood from my gland

Mingled with fierce spunk that doth hiss,

And boils in sudden spurted bliss;

Ah! God! the long-drawn lusty fight!

Grant me eternity of this!

A strong man’s love is my delight!

GO INTO THE HIGHWAYS AND HEDGES,

AND COMPEL THEM TO COME IN

Let my fond lips but drink thy golden wine,

My bright-eyed Arab, only let me eat

The rich brown globes of sacramental meat

Steaming and firm, hot from their home divine,

And let me linger with thy hands in mine,

And lick the sweat from dainty dirty feet

Fresh with the losse aroma of the street,

And then anon I’ll glue my mouth to thine.

SLEEPING IN CARTHAGE

The month of thirst is ended. From the lips

That hide their blushes in the golden wood

A fervent fountain amorously slips,

The dainty rivers of thy luscious blood;

Red streams of sweet nepenthe that eclipse

The milder nectar that the gods hold good–

How my dry throat, held hard between thy hips,

Shall drain the moon-wrought flow of womanhood!

WITH DOG AND DAME

AN OCTOBER IDYLL

Her other hand is mischievous

To bid the monster Dane grow mad,

His red-haw gaze grows mutinous,

Her eyes have lost the calm they had,

My body grows all amorous.

I yield him place: his ravening teeth

Cling hard to her — he buries him

Insane and furious in the sheath

She opens for him — wide and dim

My mouth is amorous beneath.

Nor move, though now essays the Dane

To cool his weapon in my mouth;

Her lust bestrides me, and is fain

To quench in his sweet sweat her drouth

Her finger probes my bowel again.

All three enjoy once more, and I

Am ready ever to renew

These bestial orgie-nights, whereby

Loose woman’s love is spiced, as dew

On tender spray of spring doth lie.

NECROPHILIA

My nostrils sniff the luxury

Of flesh decaying, bowels torn

Of festive worms, like Venus, born

Of entrails foaming like the sea.

Yea, thou art dead. Thy buttocks now

Are swan-soft, and thou sweatest not;

And hast a strange desire begot

In me, to lick thy bloody brow;

To gnaw thy hollow cheeks, and pull

Thy lustful tongue from out it’s sheath;

To wallow in the bowels of death,

And rip thy belly, and fill full

My hands with all putridities;

To chew thy dainty testicles;

To revel with the worms in Hell’s

Delight in such obscenities;

To pour within thine heart the seed

Mingled with poisonous discharge

From a swollen gland, inflamed and large

With gonorrhoea’s delicious breed;

To probe thy belly, and to drink

The godless fluids, and the pool

Of rank putrescence from the stool

Thy hanged corpse gave, whose luscious stink

Excites these songs sublime. The rod

Gains new desire; dive, howl, cling, suck,

Rave, shreik, and chew; excite the fuck,

Hold me, I come! I’m dead! My God!

“Modern morality and manners suppress all natural instincts, keep people ignorant of the facts of nature and make them fighting drunk on bogey tales” ~ Aleister Crowley

http://dillsnapcogitation.wordpress.com/2008/04/27/aleister-crowleys-white-stains-seminal-hidden-poetry/

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GO INTO THE HIGHWAYS AND HEDGES,

AND COMPEL THEM TO COME IN

Let my fond lips but drink thy golden wine,

My bright-eyed Arab, only let me eat

The rich brown globes of sacramental meat

Steaming and firm, hot from their home divine,

And let me linger with thy hands in mine,

And lick the sweat from dainty dirty feet

Fresh with the losse aroma of the street,

And then anon I’ll glue my mouth to thine.

I'll let you kiss me on the heath,

But not until you brush your teeth.

[AdamSmith]

I'll let you kiss me on the heath,

But not until you brush your teeth.