For some
time, I had been contemplating a lyric poem in which everything
in the world should be celebrated in detail. It was a crazy
notion—one of those fantastic follies which is impossible in
nature—a species of literary “squaring the circle”. I doubt
whether it was a genuine impulse. Its motive was the vanity and
vulgarity of attempting something big. It was the American
passion for tall buildings and record processions in another
form. It was the probably my reaction to the spiritual
atmosphere of California. In any case, the worst happened. I
began it! The best plan will be to describe what happened and
get it over.
It was not finished till the middle of 1904. Book I is in form a
gigantic Greek ode. It celebrates all the forces of nature and
the children of time. Orpheus invokes them in turn; and they
reply. Book II describes the winning of Eurydice by Orpheus. It
is entirely a monologue by him. My literary insanity is well
indicated by my proposal to insert a five-act play, The
Argonauts, afterwards published separately, as an incident
in his wooing!
Book III describes the visit of Orpheus to Hades; and contains
the invocations of the necessary deities, with their replies.
Book IV relates the death of Orpheus. Unwieldy as the poem is,
it contains some of my best lyrics. Further, even conceding that
the entire effort was a fiasco, it must be admitted that the
task of writing it was an excellent discipline; it taught me a
great deal about technique and its very awkwardness warned me
what to avoid.
— The Confessions of Aleister Crowley.
New York, NY. Hill and Wang, 1969. Pages 223-224.
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At
“Marlborough” we found the conditions for work very favourable.
The firs step was to get rid of all other preoccupations. I
revised Tannhäuser, wrote an introduction, typed it all
out and sent it to the press. I put aside Orpheus and
left aside Alice, An Adultery to ripen.
— The Confessions of Aleister Crowley.
New York, NY. Hill and Wang, 1969. Page 238.
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While at
Akyab I wrote Ahab, which, with a few other poems, was
published as a companion to Jezbel. I had also, at odd
times, continued Orpheus and The Argonauts. The
latter play is really five separate plays of the Greek pattern.
The effect of my journey is very manifest. I had entirely
neglected the obvious astronomical symbolism of the Golden
Fleece, and had introduced a number of Hindu ideas, both about
Magick and about philosophy. To illustrate the voyage, I
included lyrics descriptive of actual observations of Vera Cruz,
Waikiki Beach, Hong Kong and other places which had excited me.
The best thing in Book III of Orpheus, which occupied
this period, is, perhaps, the invocation to Hecate, which I
recited at Akyab with full magical intention. The goddess
appeared in the form of Bhavani. The fact made more concrete my
perception of the essential identity of all religions. Sinai and
Olympus, Mount Kailasha and Mount Meru differed from each other
as do the Dent Blanche, Mote Silvio and the Steinbockhorn. It is
the same mountain seen from different sides and named by
different people. It encouraged me to continue my studies in the
Cabbala, which claims to reduce all possible ideas to
combinations of comparatively few originals, the ten numbers, in
fact; these ten numbers themselves being of course interrelated.
From the beginning I had wanted to use my poetical gift to write
magical invocations. Hymns to various gods and goddesses may be
found scattered through my works; but in Book III of Orpheus,
Persephone is invoked directly by commemorating her adventures.
I developed this much further in Book IV of Orpheus. The
idea was put into my mind by Euripides, whose Bacchae I
had been reading at odd times, having picked up a copy at a
second-hand book store in San Francisco. When I had first read
it, for academic purposes, I had entirely failed to realize that
the play was an invocation of Dionysus. I now began to see that
by commemorating the story of the god one might identify oneself
with him, and thus constitute a subtler, stronger and more
complete invocation of him that by any direct address. I might
even go so far as to say that the form of the latter implies the
consciousness of duality and therefore tends to inhibit
identification.
— The Confessions of Aleister Crowley.
New York, NY. Hill and Wang, 1969. Page 273.
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I went to
Delhi on the sixteenth. The best thing here is the Turkish bath,
where the process of purification is completed by charming
ladies. On the eighteenth I wrote about Orpheus, “The
accursed Book III utterly finished. Oh Book IV!”
— The Confessions of Aleister Crowley.
New York, NY. Hill and Wang, 1969. Page 275.
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The Star
and the Garter
contains some of my best lyrics and is also important as marking
a new step in my poetic path. I had mastered form better than I
had ever done before; I had welded lyrics into a continuous opus
with an integral purpose, without artificiality, such as to some
extent mars Orpheus and even Alice.
— The Confessions of Aleister Crowley.
New York, NY. Hill and Wang, 1969. Page 335.
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The
condition of my soul is clearly indicated by my output. The
fount of lyric poetry had run completely dry. I had not touched
the unfinished Orpheus; wrote nothing new. I no longer
aspired to become the redeemer of humanity. I doubt whether I
should have been able to attach any meaning to any such words.
— The Confessions of Aleister Crowley.
New York, NY. Hill and Wang, 1969. Page 362.
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My
activities as a publisher were at this time remarkable. I had
issued The God-Eater and The Star & the Garter
through Charles Watts & Co. of the Rationalist Press
Association, but there was still no such demand for my books as
to indicate that I had touched the great heart of the British
public. I decided that it would save trouble to publish them
myself. I decided to call myself the Society for the Propagation
of Religious Truth, and issued The Argonauts, The
Sword of Song, the Book of the Goetia of Solomon the King,
Why Jesus Wept, Oracles, Orpheus,
Gargoyles and The Collected Works.
— The Confessions of Aleister Crowley.
New York, NY. Hill and Wang, 1969. Page 406.
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My
activities as a publisher were in themselves a sort of practical
joke. It amused me to bewilder and shock people. I took nothing
seriously except my occult life at any time and that was at
present more or less in abeyance. I wrote one or two poems at
this time, notably Rosa Inferni, before Rose joined me in
St. Moritz, and somehow or other I had written the fourth book
of Orpheus part of which is inspired by my experience in
Egypt. I published them at once.
— The Confessions of Aleister Crowley.
New York, NY. Hill and Wang, 1969. Page 416.
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In
Orpheus love, it is true, inspires the poet to great deeds
of a sort; but it ends in disappointment and leads him to death.
— The Confessions of Aleister Crowley.
New York, NY. Hill and Wang, 1969. Page 557. |