5 poems, read by Crowley himself. The quality of the tape is poor, but understandable considering their age and lack of restoration, save for some amplifying I did before uploading them from the CD ripped versions.
'Lyrics' (for want of a better word, any corrections or suggestions welcome).
The Pentagram
In the years of the Primal Cause,
From the dawn of Terrestrial Birth,
Man marched with the Mammuthon horde,
And Man was the lord of the Earth
He made him a hollow skin
from the heart of an holy tree,
He encompassed the Earth therein,
And Man was the lord of the Sea!
He controlled the vigorous fiends,
He harnessed the lightning for higher,
He drove the celestial beam,
So Man was the lord of the Fire!
Deep-mouthed, from their throne, deep-seated,
the choirs of the aeons declare
the last of the Demons defeated!
For Man was the Lord of the Air!
Arise, oh man in thy strength,
The Kingdom is thine to inherit,
'Til the High Gods witness at length
that Man is the lord of his Spirit!
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The Poet
Bury me in a nameless grave.
I came from God, the world to save.
I brought them wisdom from above,
worship and liberty and love.
But they slew me, for I did disparage
their thought, religion, law and marriage.
So be my grave without a name,
that earth may swallow up my shame.
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At Sea
As night has stars more rare than ships in oceans,
placed from pole to pole,
so all the wonder of her lips incur innavigable soul.
Such light she gives to guide my path,
that I am am swallowed in her swell of her heart, so sagely dark.
Controls my heaven, controls my hell.
In her I live most my new dancing moments in the sun
In her I die, but a sterile shoot of nightshade from oblivion.
In her my self dissolves, a grain of salt cast careless in the sea,
My passion purifies my pain to please her personality.
God grant the years to confirm my prison, roam too [?].
Anointing love, a scourging tear, in the sanctifying solitude.
Man is so infinitly small and all these stars determinate.
Yet maker and moulder of them all,
Man is so infinitely great!
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The Titanic
Down crashed the serpents brittle steel,
In summer sparks of mans demise.
Down crashed, upon an immobile, brainless barrier, ice.
Courage!
May Gods shoot their laughing lip,
Let not fate founder with the ship.
We reel before the blows of fate,
Our stout souls stagger at the shock.
Oh, there is something ultimate which sparks over the living rock.
Courage!
Catastrophe beyond belief,
Harden our hearts with fear of the debris.
The Gods and the Titans showered their high, intolerable scorn.
But no God know it, in what hour, a new Prometheus may be born!
Courage!
Man is doomed to drag him down.
A crown of thorns is still a crown!
No hard nature can bark the spirit of mankind,
It is not built upon a pen?
It is not washed to the wind?
Courage!
Disaster and destruction came
before our triumph in the end!
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Fingernails
My fingernails grow on my fingers.
And my fingers are fixed firmly to my hand.
It is my hand that terminates my arm,
and that's fixed to my shoulder like a charm.
My shoulder is a portion of my pelvis
I hope no prostitute however adroit would
end this shocking sequence.
Yet we find even in England men of evil mind,
pornographers who love of fiendy tales, (and are)
shameless enough to mention fingernails.
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Aleister Crowley - The Great Beast Speaks Part 1by AlbaanmorSKR1,073 views
thank DOG for the complexity of Crowley<s wrk I thought I was dying of boredom and thank DOG for the net allowing a new life.thank the posters. Taajihadd
talialilla 6 months ago
@VelvetRevolverMother your guilty before almighty god, guilty before his son, guilty before the whole human race, it is the lord who expels you, he who is coming to judge both the living and the dead!!!!
zeuslives11 8 months ago
I need to believe in something. Let it be Crowley. I am liberal. The blood flowing from my nose must mean something beyond my core belief in existential nihilism since the blood is staining my shirt........
Zombiebitemarks 9 months ago
good stuff
VelvetRevolverMother 1 year ago
he sounds very very sober, this man...
kvjnr5348dcewi 1 year ago
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AmbroseAmdis1 1 year ago