This used to be a church-controlled, Calvinistic, sexually repressed, macho, violent, dark-minded, witch-burning country, and our fractured laughter is screaming who-fucking-cares promises of survival into the yawning maw of the void.
Chris Kelso, illo. Shane Swank, Burroughs & Scotland: Dethroning the Ancients: The Commitment of Exile [Amazon, Local Library]
Commentary (ΜϜ) on ΚΕΦΑΛΗ ΜϜ Buttons and Rosettes in Liber CCCXXXIII, The Book of Lies by Aleister Crowley.
“The fact remains that in vice, as in everything else, some things satiate, others refresh. Any game in which perfection is easily attained soon ceases to amuse, although in the beginning its fascination is so violent.
Witness the tremendous, but transitory, vogue of ping-pong and diabolo. Those games in which perfection is impossible never cease to attract.” [via, see, see]
Yet Time To Turn in White Stains by Aleister Crowley.
“Brighter than snow on glittering Alps, the soul
Of my lost love was, bluer than the haze
Of those same hills, more violent and deep
Her eyes’ clear gaze,
Dreaming of hidden wonders; and the goal
Of life grew luminous o’er Time’s empurpled steep.” [via]