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It is sunset, and the rose rays fall aslant the woodland; they trace patterns of wondrous witchery on the velvet of the glade. A ruddy glow lightens the marble leer of the all-glorious one, the child of Arcady, the ineffable Pan -- Pan! Io Pan! The love in my heart melts all the winter of my body, and the warm salt spring gush from my eyes upon the ground -- surely the latter spring shall see green violets grow thereon!

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It is sunset, and the rose rays fall aslant the woodland; they trace patterns of wondrous witchery on the velvet of the glade. A ruddy glow lightens the marble leer of the all-glorious one, the child of Arcady, the ineffable Pan -- Pan! Io Pan! The love in my heart melts all the winter of my body, and the warm salt spring gush from my eyes upon the ground -- surely the latter spring shall see green violets grow thereon!

Then, in the hush of the sunset, come noiseless hoofs treading the enamelled turf; and ere I know it a fierce lithe hairy body has gripped mine, and the dread wand of magic shudders it live way into my being, so that the foundations of my soul are shaken. We know that these people are not the gracious children of God, but the evil and laborious gnomes of hell; creatures whose lives are given to the senseless lust of gold, the infamous toil of coynte, counter and countinghouse.

They understand us only enough to know that we are happy; therefore they hate us; therefore as they spat on Christ, forsaken of all but John, his sweet-voiced catamite, so does the cur to-day spit in the face of Oscar Wilde, as he goes from the judge to the prison.

Ye were too childlike, too innocent, too hopeful of mankind, that ye did proclaim your pearly gospel to the swinish multitude! The old law, silence, is the master: therefore whoso looketh for my name, let him find it darkling in these lines of power! In nomine v. Krafft-Ebing, v. Schrenk-Notzing, et Havelock Ellis, Amen. The late Sir Richard Burton has informed us of all that need be known on the subject in the matter of its historical, geographical, ethnographical distribution: and his Priapeia, and the verses of the and Hermaphrodite of Panormita, form a valuable commentary on his remarks.

Arse makes life golden, want of it dull yellow; The rest is only leather and prunella. At least, the rest is but preliminaires. An acute observer of my acquaintance remarked to me recently that it was the actual mess caused by emission, and the necessity of cleaning it up, that, by allowing time for passion to cool, prevented a great deal of copulation which would otherwise take place.

This applies equally to Sodomy. Even the mouth, like the vagina, remains in a somewhat greasy condition after it has achieved the holy task, and we have no hesitation in plumping the anus as the one vase into which the perfumed oil of manhood may be poured without This point being established, let me further.

Ulrichs has pedantically christened them Urning and Uranodioning: for the former we have no colloquial name : the latter we term Bimetallist. We pity the Urning, as we pity the consumptive or the drunkard; but we do not pity him in any special sense, any more than a connoisseur of fine wines pities the drunkard above all other pitiable folk. Now this question of Bimetallism leads us to the subject of the reasons for our indulgence, since we are not as some silly Germans would pretend equally with the Urning the slaves of an uncontrollable paranoia, to use a somewhat discredited but useful term.

Why, in short, quoth Mr. Moses Monometallist loving women as you do, sir, do you go to boys and men? Is it only for variety? If not, in what does the charm consist? I will enumerate the conditions, and that cheerfully, since it will incidentally enable me to justify that very remarkable phrase used above, the spirituality of Sodomy.

A woman can afford two pleasures to a man, which a boy cannot: namely: 1 the pleasure of the cunnilinge. Common to either sex besides opifex and artifex are obviously all forms of masturbation with the hand, mouth, breast, armpit, etc: active sodomy: most forms of sadism and masochism; nearly all forms of coprophilia: and so on. These latter forms are so symbolic that sense of sex is a minor matter. The supreme pleasures are common to both, except cunnilingism especially during the monthly courses on the one side, and passive sodomy on the other.

Both are pleasures of a somewhat masochistic order, and if we had definitely to choose, it would be hard. Glory to the Creator whose bounty has not forced us to this alternative; aye! To ask the question is to acknowledge that one is still no better than the brutes; and to answer it is consequently to attempt to teach a dog dog-Latin! O man! How talk with thee, whose quickened hearing has not known him creep ever closer, yet afraid to touch thee, has not heard the rushing of his heart, the shortening of his breath?

How talk, if thou have not felt one trembling foot seed thine, one hand steal near thee and yet nearer? Till thou feel the tremor of his body; till his hot breath stir thine hair! Why, neither thou nor I can tell of that swift attack is it a minute or an hour? Nay, I remember nothing; I know I found myself naked in his naked arms, his giant member still throbbing and beating in my flooded bowels, and the world was aswim before mine eyes. I tell thee, man, that the first kiss of man to man is more than the most elaborately manipulated orgasm that the most accomplished and most passionate courtesan can devise.

I tell thee, as I walk the sunsmitten streets of Mandalay, where lives a boy I love, that the very foundation of the soul tremble as mine eyes fall upon him. Strange, friend monometallist! But true! Where, please God, we shall all be Sapphists and Sodomites, joined each to each in one incredible spinthria, with the extreme orgasm which is the Holy Ghost abiding upon us and within us for ever and ever. Shall I find you there, my lost darling?

As I pass from the swoon of death to feel the fresh wind of Heaven blowing on my cheek, shall I find you first to meet me in those Elysian glades? In what etherial dances? Will it be you on yonder bank of yellow moss by the sunspangled rivulet that tumbles noisily from the throne of God?

Will yours be the long pale hands to mould my body to your liking; and your the faithful, the unfailing member that never said me nay? Oh come to me there, darling! Lean upon the golden rampart, and watch for me to come! Be first to meet me, sweetheart! I will try and be a good wife to you, darling, if you will give me one more chance to hold your love.

I had heaven in your kisses, and I went to seek it in the cloister. I may never cling to you on earth again: pray God that Heaven may be one long, long life of such bliss as we had of one another long ago by yon slow stream on whose banks I have wandered many a time since crying like a lost soul concerning you in the words of Milton lamenting his beauteous-buttocked Lycidas "Oh! Do you remember the day of the storm, when we huddled under the rocks, and lit a fire of bracken and pine twigs?

How you stripped me by force -- for I was afraid, and jealous, and coquettish -- and took your pleasure of me, thrice in the one delirious hour? By the memory of that cave, I conjure you, be first to meet me in the Elysian fields! I must express regret for having intruded what may appear to be a personal matter into an essay on the German model, but the good Bimetallist will forgive me. He will know that the old poet was right who wrote: The passion of man for woman May serve a lad for a span.

But utterly superhuman Is the passion of man for man. Let him but taste the wine! It grips him body and soul. Once and for all, He is bound to the golden goal By the joy of his shuddering spine. He will know that in the rites of sodomy duly done, even more than in the rites of heterosexual passion, lies the great secret of the Universe, the Key of the Gardens of God I must not proselytise! Yes, we are a goodly company, the blest; our lives are spent in sunny gardens and yours in subterranean sewers; we are so blissful that we rarely notice you; when we do, it is to say: God have mercy upon these blind and miserable slaves, and bring them out into His light and joy and liberty!

Wherefore I pray Him Oh thou all-loving, all transcending God!

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Tekus The Hakim — X. Bagy of great rarity are the Helen Parsons Smith reissue of the Karl Germer edition of The Vision and the Voice and a first edition, with original prospectus and errata sheet loosely inserted, of the Germer edtion of Magick Without Tears. I was absolutely convinced of the supreme importance of devoting my life to attaining Samadhi, conscious communion with the Immanent Soul of the Universe. The ghazals themselves are rendered sometimes in the supposed original monorime, sometimes in prose, mmuattar the annotations contain a great deal of the more esoteric information about bagn East, which I had picked up from time to time.

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Bagh I Muattar

Christo Sunestauromai Gal. Carey It is sunset, and the rose rays fall aslant the woodland; they trace patterns of wondrous witchery on the velvet of the glade. A ruddy glow lightens the marble leer of the all-glorious one, the child of Arcady, the ineffable Pan — Pan! Io Pan! The love in my heart melts all the winter of my body, and the warm salt springs gush from my eyes upon the ground — surely the latter spring shall see green violets grow thereon!

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