a poem is a sermon
Both must belong to neither’s outside in; besides, it’s either up or down or spin. And anyway, what’s more is always less, and wears at Tuesday noon its Sunday best. What’s done is almost never cooked quite through, and makes its water difficult to chew; in circumspect, this marching on the square leaves enemies and […]
Find your feet and clap your hands! Dig the rhythm of the band! There’s no need to understand or to worry where we’ll land. Raise your voice and sing along! Make some words up, right or wrong! You will find that you belong right here in this happy throng. Drain your glass and grab another! […]
I would un-Crowley Rabelais to taste, unplagiarized the simple, yet sarcastic truths that Aleister disguised: that man, if left the sole device of acting with free will would, after some adjustment, neither harm, debase or kill but would instead seek Beauty, Truth, and other worthy aims eschewing constant upmanship and endless win-lose games, learning to […]