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| BENEDICTUS |
"But was
narcissus beautiful?" said the pool.
"Who should know that better than you?"
answered the Oreads. "Us did he ever pass by, but
you he sought for, and would lie on your banks and look
down at you, and in the mirror of your waters he
would mirror his own beauty".
And the pool answered, "But I loved Narcissus
because as he lay on my banks and looked down at me, in
the mirror of his eyes I saw ever my
own beauty mirrored."
Extract from "The Disciple" by Oscar Wilde |
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| MISERE DE PROFUNDIS |
"I ought
to have a hell for my anger, a hell for my pride,
a hell for caresses, a whole concert of
hells."
Extract from "Une nuit de l'enfer" by Arthur
Rimbaud |
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| ES LA PERDICÍON |
The woman said to the serpent:
"We may eat fruit from the trees in the garden, but
God did say, 'You must not eat the fruit from the tree
that is in the middle of the garden, and you must not
touch it, or you will die.'"
"You will not surely die", the serpent
said to the woman, "For God knows when you eat of it
your eyes will be opened, and you will be like
God, knowing good and evil."
Genesis 3. 2-5 |
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| PARADIS IAC |
Before the beginning of years
There came to the making of man
Time, with a gift of tears;
Grief, with a glass that ran;
Pleasure, with pain for leaven;
Summer, with flowers that fell;
Rememberance fallen from heaven,
And madness risen from hell.
Extract from "Atalanta in Calydon"
by Algernon Charles Swinburne |
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| SANCTUS |
And when, drunk with
fanfares, bells and gunfire, the People, troubled by
these flattering noises try in vain to conceal
from themselves their true wish, behind falsely
enthusiastic syllables of one sort or another, the
Beggar, for his part, stands on the eternal threshold of
the Church, his face turned to Heaven, his arms groping
upwards in his profound darkness, and, in a
voice of growing sadness but which seems to
carry beyond the stars, goes on crying out his prophetic
rectification:
'Please take pity on a poor blind man!'
Extract from "Vox Populi" by Villiers de
L'Isle-Adam |
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QUEM DI DILICUNT
(PART ONE) |
And o Madonna mortal,
in my mortal jealousy,
I shall contrive to fashion you a Mantle in a style,
Barbaric, heavy, stiff, and lined with doubt incredible,
A Mantle like a belvedere which will your charms confine,
Not with Pearls embroidered, but with every Tear of mine.
Extract from "To a Madonna" by Charles
Baudelaire |
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QUEM DI DILICUNT
(PART TWO) |
The drops called 'narcissus'
are a new transparent remedy that will heal those
'invisible and opposing centres' specific to
Weep-Laughers (Her/His, S/He, or again Laugh/Cry).
They are supposed to soothe the obsessions of the mirror
and are prescribed by rare alchemist-angels for
all divided selves.
Extract from "Weep-Laugh" by Jean-Paul Martinon |
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To the glory of man, by man, who created god,
therefore god does not exist, but man's creation does. |
