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.
A
prose pendant to this poem is my essay "The Heart of Holy
Russia", which many Russians competent to judge have assured me
struck surer to the soul of Russia than anything of Dostoyevsky.
Their witness fills me with more satisfaction as to the worth of
my work than anything else has ever done.
—
The Confessions of Aleister Crowley.
New York, NY. Hill and Wang, 1969. Pages 713-714. ______________________________
From
my brief description of the conditions of travel in Russia, the
intelligent should be able to deduce what I thought of the
immediate political future of the country. I returned to England
with the settled conviction that in the event of a serious war
(the scrap with Japan was really an affair of outposts, like our
own Boer War) the ataxic giant would collapse within a few
months. England's traditional fear of Slav aggression seemed to
me ridiculous; and France's faith in her ally, pathetic. The
event has more than justified my vision. I have no detailed
knowledge of politics;, but, just as my essay, "The Heart of
Holy Russia", told the inmost truth without even superficial
knowledge of the facts which were its symptoms, so I possess an
immediate intuition of the of the state of a country without
cognizance of the statistics. I am thus in the position of
Cassandra, foreseeing and foretelling fate, while utterly unable
to compel conviction.
—
The Confessions of Aleister Crowley.
New York, NY. Hill and Wang, 1969. Page 714. |
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