Comments
by
Aleister
Crowley: |
In all
that I wrote in those six weeks, I doubt if there is a single
word of Anny. She was the soul of my expression, and so beyond
the possibility of speech; but she lifted me to heights of
ecstasy that I had never before consciously attained and
revealed to me secrets deeper than I ever deemed. I wrote things
that I knew not and made no mistake. My work was infinitely
varied, yet uniformly distinguished. I expressed the soul of
Moscow in a poem “The
City of God”, published some months afterwards in the
English Review. It is a “hashish dream come true”. Every
object of sense, from the desolation of the steppes and the
sheer architecture of the city, to the art, attitude and
amusements of the people, stings one to the soul, each an
essential element of a supreme sacrament. At the same time, the
reality of all these things, using the word in its grossest
sense, consummates the marriage of the original antinomies which
exist in one’s mind between the ideal and the actual.
— The Confessions of Aleister Crowley. New
York, NY. Hill and Wang, 1969. Page 713. |
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