Looking for cocaine poem
I've read a little poem by Crowley, there is a line in it that goes something like
"give me cunt and cocaine"
I can't find it now, can anyone quote it for me.
It's from "Leah Sublime":
"Stab your demoniac smile to my brain, soak me in cognac, cunt and cocaine..."
And who could argue with that fine sentiment? 😀
Just to demonstrate my pedantry on such matters, most reproductions of Crowley's Leah Sublime actually present the text as: "Stab your demonical smile to my brain…" The "demoniac" alternative is what Crowley painted on the wall in the Abbey at Cefalu.
I suspect that DarkPoet has conflated this with AC's 'Tango Song', where the "give me" bit appears: "Give me dancing! Give me wine! […] Give me passion! Give me death!' And so on…
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That's interesting. I was quoting from memory, I can't recall where I first read it.
"Cognac, Cunt and Cocaine" is (to my mind) likely to be, additionally to the above, a parody of his "three 'C's" that he was understandably fond of after a substantial Luncheon: Cognac, Cigars, and Coffee.
Thanks to everyone for that. I now have a copy of the poem. I think it's actually one of his finest, if you can look beyond the content. I'm definately going to include a quote from the poem in the re-write of my play. I knew Lashtal would come up with the goods. Never fails!
Erm, okay, if you say so! Especially if by "look beyond the content", you really mean "ignore the words…"
Personally, I'd have gone for 'Hymn To Pan' or (my personal favourite) 'La Gitana'.
Still, I guess it all depends on the point you're trying to make in your play: 'Beast, a Passion for Evil'. 😉
YOUR hair was full of roses in the dewfall as we danced,
The sorceress enchanting and the paladin entranced,
In the starlight as we wove us in a web of silk and steel
Immemorial as the marble in the halls of Boabdil,
In the pleasaunce of the roses with the fountains and the yews
Where the snowy Sierra soothed us with the breezes and the dews!
In the starlight as we trembled from a laugh to a caress
And the god came warm upon us in our pagan allegresse.
Was the Baile de la Bona too seductive? Did you feel
Through the silence and the softness all the tension and the steel?
For your hair was full of roses, and my flesh was full of thorns
And the midnight came upon worth a million crazy morns.
Ah! my Gipsy, my Gitana, my Saliya! were you fain
For the dance to turn to earnest?—O the sunny land of Spain!
My Gitana, my Saliya! more delicious than a dove!
With your hair aflame with roses and your lips alight with love!
Shall I see you, shall I kiss you once again? I wander far
From the sunny land of summer to the icy Polar Star.
I shall find you, I shall have you! I am coming back again
From the filth and fog to seek you in the sunny land of Spain.
I shall find you, my Gitana, my Saliya! as of old
With your hair aflame with roses and your body gay with gold.
I shall find you, I shall have you, in the summer and the south
With our passion in your body and our love upon your mouth—
With our wonder and our worship be the world aflame anew!
My Gitana, my Saliya! I am coming back to you!
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I don't mean to bring this lofty poetry down to the lowest common denominator (or do I?), but the one that stands out in my list of all time greats is (quoted from memory circa 1968):
"I can't read
and I can't write;
I sleep all day
and I'm drunk all night."
- Aleister Crowley
Ah ... the woes of the common man?
Ah, that'll be 'The Happy Man', published in 'Olla':
I can't read, and I can't write;
I'm in bed all day, and drunk all night.
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my love for 'la Gitana' is even greater as we can hear it in the author's own voice....
I've got Crowley's "Cocaine" document, if that's what you're looking for.
I've also got "Happy dust", which is probably what you're looking for, along with a slew of Crowley's hard-to-find poems. Reply to me and I'll send you an email.
I've always enjoyed the "hidden message" trick:
Twat are you talking about, Brother? 😛