Ordo Templi Orientis
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February 2002 e.v. at Thelema Lodge
Lodge Members and Officers
|See forest bare and gaunt,|
|Where winged whispers haunt,|
|Lighting the dull sky with a slumberous glow;|
|Hear the strange sounds of winter chaunt;|
|Feel the keen wisdom of the winter thrill|
|Young hearts with passionate foretaste|
|Of death in some wild waste|
|Of deserts darkening at some wild god's will,|
|Of frozen steeps awaiting the repose|
|That only death discovers, never sleep.|
-- Aleister Crowley, "Winter" (1907 e.v.)
The accompanying photograph reproduces an original framed print dated 1914 e.v., sold by a studio named Kaloma, probably in New Orleans. A private collector who owns the photo offered to let us feature it here, in hopes that he might hear from anyone interested in buying this lovely and quite valuable work of antique photographic art from him. (The owner, Larry Barber of Fresno, may be contacted by mail through the lodgemaster.) The subject has been identified to him as one of Aleister Crowley's Scarlet Women, and although he first assumed her to be Rose Kelly, she appears to resemble Leila Waddell more closely. Both of these women were perhaps too old to have been this model; Rose was 40 in 1914 e.v., and at any rate is never known to have visited the US; Leila Waddell was 36 and spent the autumn of 1914 in Manhattan with Crowley. It could be that this is some lady of New Orleans with an authentic -- although more brief -- association with the Beast; Crowley spent some weeks alone there in 1916 e.v. living on Dauphine Street, writing Moonchild and Simon Iff and sampling the famous absinthe and (no doubt) the famous prostitutes of the neighborhood. Whoever she may have been, the image she left to us shows her forth beautifully as the Lady. Giver and receiver of joy, gate of life and love, be thou ever ready, thou and thine handmaiden, in thine office of gladness.
ALEXANDRA: A Birthday Ode
suggested by Abbey's masterpiece
in the Academy of 1904
being the Watkin Tower of English literature
(vice Kubla Khan and Hyperion retired hurt)
the unfinished or mutilated (or both)
of Mr Alfred Austin, Mr Owen Seaman,
or A. N. Other
rescued from the flames
and copied fair, transcribed, edited,
annotated, arranged, printed, published
OPHELIA COX (née McHunt)
and DIAPER of the Woman's Monthly
|Introductory Pindaric Ode|
|by O. C.|
|Lege! non ero Cassandra.|
|Ego scribam quae me decet;|
|Xenophon non nimus fecit.|
|Non ero mala Cassandra.|
|De te poetam, fac, ver, me!|
|Regne! Vive! Ama! Germe!|
|Alexandra! me inerme!|
|Regne! Ama! Germe! Vive!|
|Ex ad te it cupido cive.|
|Gratiam Deo demus mutuam|
|In cubili si te futuam.|
|Non ero mala Cassandra,|
Translation by Mr A. B. Waulkphast. Alexandra! Alexandra! Read! I will not be a Cassandra i.e. a prophetess of evil). I will write those things which become me: Xenophon (an ancient writer -- ah! did you once see Shelley plain? in his extant masterpiece) did no more. Alexandra! Alexandra! I will not be a bad Cassandra (i.e. a seer of future misfortunes). O spring! make me a poet (poetess) concerning thee! Reign! Live! Love! Be fruitful! Alexandra! I being unarmed (because Mrs Cox is a woman; cf. Voltaire: "O che sciagura essere sincog!") Reign! Love! Be fruitful! Live! Out of the citizen desire goes to thee. We will give grateful mutual thanks to God if I shall (I do not know what futuam can mean. (Look up your Latin Dic., though I admit it is an unusual word in this connection, and may seem unjustifiable to those who have not seen my cl----. O. C. (MS. illegible -- Printer))) thee in bed. I will not be a bad Cassandra (i.e. a prognosticatress of calamity). Alexandra! Alexandra!
(Mrs Cox's Latinity is sometimes not quite up to Fleet Street: and these lines are decidedly not regular hexameters: Professor Jibb, to whom I submitted the point, was quite at one with me upon it, after a few days' consideration. But the acrostic is beautifully carried out: and the sentiment is throughout loyal, enthusiastic, generous, delicate, forceful, noble, svelte, admirable, delicate, reverently amorous, respectfully familiar (Mrs Cox is in the very best set at Shanghai) and as I have elsewhere observed, above all, delicate.
In particular the male vigour of lines 11-13 is all her own: there is nothing like it in Sappho, at least in those of her works that I have hitherto had the glorious privilege of perusing. It is, by the way, my favorite pastime when I have, as we say in Fleet Street, the "blunt" to go down to Marlow of Maidenhead in a punt, and there lie in some shady favorite backwater with my favorite girl friend in front. What a thing friendship is, world without end! and my favorite old black briar between my lips, and her sweet face fixed on my old favorite thumb-worn copy of Sappho, and pore over the deevie pages, hour after hour, bound by the Woman's Guild. No! Sappho has nothing like this in all her scroll of gorgeous rhyme.
|Rosie Brooks. (Diaper.)|
|The sixty summers that have rolled away|
Since first thy fame by bard and sage was sung
Leave thee to England and to us today
Still fair and young.
|I saw thee limned in all the robes and pearls,|
Diamonds and ermine that proclaim thee queen
Thou wast (or I know nothing about girls)
|Canceled passage: verse III:|
"Will not some hero, loyal, lean, and true,"
(Men fainting cried) "the accursed chromo take?"
The nation took the chromo, queen, and you,
You took the cake.
|* * *|
|Thy royal Edward's undivided love|
Hath been thy lifelong privilege, 'tis true;
Still is he not, though us so far above
Our Edward too?
|* * *|
|Why did the heathen Hindoo's loyal roar|
Acclaim that dream brighter than bard e'er dreamt
|Clearly refers to the late Duke of Clarence and Avondale.|
|He worshipped thee . . .|
|Suggested restoration by Dr Verrall and Brugsch Bey:|
. . . and made allowance for
A first attempt.
. . . . . .
|'Twas not thy George's viking frame that set|
Australia cheering: but their souls surmise
The God within his magian deeply-set
|v. 1. . . . his Hoffmann's violet / Aniline eyes.|
|* * *|
|Those with thy smile encouraged all the sages|
|v. 1. You with your smile . . . with that smile,|
v. 1. encouragedst.
v. 1. all the savants . . . in their trappy caverns. / . . . all the magi . . . (Oh, anthropophagi)
|Who strove to alleviate man's bitter lot|
|v. 1. to 'meliorate.|
It is an open secret that the late Herbert Spencer was solely inspired in his laborious labours by a desire to gratify his august though bewitching sovereign. It is related that in his early days as a student Her Majesty was visiting the school where he studied. "What are you doing, Herbert?" asked the beautiful but insouciant girl, as she then, as she now is, was. "Studying philosophy, miss!" was the brusque yet courtly reply. "Why study it? Rather synthesize it!" observed the thoughtful though dazzling monarch. "I will, miss!" cried the youth, the flash of genius leaping to his eyes. And as we all know, he kept his word.
|Thou saved the pigeons in their trappy cages|
|v. 1. You saved, . . . savedst.|
|From being shot.|
|It is said that on the occasion of an important shooting match
at Hurlingham, in which the Prince of Wales was to take part,
Queen Alexandria in full regalia rushed between No. 3 trap and
the 24-yard mark, and, in noble imitation of the Empress
Agrippina, smote herself in the region of the uterus and cried
"Strike here!" From that moment the doom of pigeon-shooting
(save the mark!) at least in England, ever leader of
humanitarian exacerbation, was sealed.|
|Marriage declines (our sobbing statesmen own)|
|v. 1. . . . our statisticians own . . . our J. Holt Schoolings.|
| The birthrate shows mysterious decay:|
'Tis that each loyal bosom knows alone
Thy single sway.
|Maidens and wives take tribute of our days:|
|v. 1. Maids, matrons, mots . . .|
| We love them (nous leur jurons nos grands dieux!)|
'Tis but (in von Krafft-Ebling's pregnant phrase)
Faute de mieux.
|With wives and sweethearts for awhile we dally:|
We haunt the Empire, pace the piteous Strand:
|v. 1. Oxford.|
i.e. we occupy various official positions in India and the Colonies. Strand: i.e. the foreign strand. Cf. Heber (not the Kenite) "India's coral strand." The phrase denotes homesickness. But the whole stanza is certainly obscure.
|Or friendless, coinless, for a spurt we rally|
The faltering hand.
|Probably waving to the distant shores of beloved Albion. But "friendless, coinless" suggests rather the dead-beat rather than the Indian, or Colonial official.|
|We prate of Pamela, we pipe of Polly,|
We stock the loved disciple's shady wood
|vv. We ask for Anne, we argue over Ada,|
All is foredoomed to fail, like the Armada
We bleat of Barbara, we bawl of Bertha,
All this is like an edict of Jugurtha.
We cuddle Clara, we caress Corinna
They are not worth the simple "Ta' ala hinna!"
We chatter of Chilperic, we chirp of Cholly
(As in text)
We drivel of Dorene, we drone of Dolly,
(As in text)
We eulogize Elaine, we egg on Emma,
They do not draw us from our drear dilemma:
We fiddle of Fefine, we fife of Fanny,
This is as gruesome as to grind one's granny:
We gloat on Gabrielle, we goo-goo Gertie,
This is unsatisfactory and dirty:
We howl of Helen, we harrah for Hertha,
(as for B)
We inspan Ivy, we invoke Irene,
Like sound advice to Mr Mantalini
We joke with Julia, we jolly Jessy,
This is a proposition really messy:
We kiss Kathleen, we knock up Katerina,
Like Bonaparte's success at Beresina.
We leer at Lilian, we long for Lottie,
This is admittedly extremely dotty;
We maunder of Marie, we miaul of Molly,
(as in text)
We nuzzle up to Norah, we nudge Nancy,
All this is but the play of idle fancy:
We ogle Olive, we oblate to Olga,
This dodge is vain as dreams upon the Volga:
We quiz Querida, quarrel over Queenie
(As for I)
We rave of Rowena, we rant of Rachel,
All's a mirage like sailors see in Seychelles:
We sing of Sue, we serenade Selina,
(As for K)
We talk of Tabitha, we troll of Thais,
Like Shelley's effort to save Adonais,
We undress Undine, we up Ugolina,
(As for K)
We violate Vivien, we vault on Vera,
All's an unsatisfactory chimaera;
We waste for Wilhelmine, we wail for Winnie,
The harmony is harsh, the tune is tinny;
We xylo Xenia, we X-ray Xantippe,
We disagree with Fra Filippo Lippi:
We yammer of Yvonne, we yell Yolande,
This is weak tea to Alexandra's brandy:
We've zeal for Zelma, zig-zag after Zaza,
No! happiness is never a la casa:
The loved disciple is perhaps St John. But Patmos is a rocky, not a wooded island. Obscure.
|All this is merely visionary folly:|
It does no good.
|We turn us from the tedious trivial traffic|
To vests that hold (your choicest spoil, be sure,
O Illustrated London News or Graphic!)
|Not a painted miniature, of course. More probably a black and
white reproduction, a possibly colored one, of a sketch or
photograph. Only the gentlemen of noblemen about the court
would be in a position to order a painting on ivory by an
artist such as Sargent or Herkomer from such sketch or
|To Ann, Bess, Clara, Dora, Ethel, Florrie,|
Grace, Helen, Ida, Jane, Kate, Lily, May,
Nan, Olga, Prudence, Queenie, we say "Sorry!"
And turn away.
|Even from Rosa, Sal, Tabs, Ulrica, Violet,|
Winnie, Xantippe, Yolande, Zaza, we
Turn like the magnet to the sailor's eyelet
To thee -- to thee.
|This nautical reference is on the authority of Lloyd's journal, obscure.|
Cancelled passage, vv. XXXI, XXXII
Who Turn? Why Arthur, Bertie, Charles, Dick, Edward,
Frank George, Hal, Ike, John, Kenneth, Leonard, Mike,
Nat, Oliver, Pete, Quintus, wend them bedward
So Roger, Sam, Tom, Unus, Victor, Willie,
Xenocrates, Yeo, Zeno, frown on fun,
Disdain delight, cry: "Though you think us silly,
A. R. or none!"
The line "Alone, alike" resembled too nearly "Aloft, alone," in the famous Diamond Jubilee Ode. Hence the whole passage had to go.
|XXXIII||Hell . . .
These two brief articles appeared in Grady's "From the Caliph" column in The Magickal Link (Berkeley: O.T.O.) in August and September of 1981 e.v., on the first page of each issue. In the second article the present editor has in the interests of privacy seen fit to inconspicuously delete the surname of the local officer whom Grady commends. These articles seem almost breathless in their enthusiasm for the rapid growth of the Order during the early 1980s e.v., of which after may years of hard work to "jump-start the war-horse" and get the O.T.O. working again, Grady as Caliph could be justly proud.
by Hymenaeus Alpha 777
Caliph's Log: Star Date . . . You Name It
Grady on Socio-Politics:
After a few brief comments on Grant and the Pilzan situation, this 1945 e.v. letter from Grady McMurtry to Aleister Crowley revisits a theme we have seen before. Grady trys once again to interest A.C. in a little bit of Technocracy, shaded toward Thelema.
|1814th Ord S&M Co (Avn)|
APO 149, U. S. Army
28 May 1945
|The Evolution of Our Social Concepts|
Economics of Scarcity -- based on human labor
Economics of Abundance -- based on extraneous energy (machinery)
Our entire history may be summed up as follows: The conversion of an ever- larger fraction of the total flow of solar energy into uses favorable to the human species has brought about our ascendancy over the other life-forms on this planet.
But -- and this is the point -- NO IMPORTANT TECHNOLOGICAL GAINS WERE MADE UNTIL WE BEGAN THE INTENSIVE EXPLOITATION OF FOSSIL FUELS (Coal and Oil).
And what does all this have to do with the Thelemic Philosophy? Very simply this: For the first time in human history it is possible for an entire nation to live without a majority of its inhabitants being slaves, industrial or otherwise. What it amounts to is that we build machines to do our work for us, and then the only work that needs to be done is for a few technicians to tend the machines. The development of automatic "push-button", industrial equipment is that far advanced right now. This will give that nation the time and resources, have they but the wit to use it, to educate their people, not just a select few, for living. This will give every opportunity -- and encouragement -- for the individual to follow his or her true Will. And that is Thelema, pure and simple.
The application of our Thelemic Philosophy to a mass movement is an entirely different question. Magick, as such, is ruled out -- the majority of people simply do not understand it. But a philosophy of Freedom! Ah, now -- that is something else again. We must have an organization, I do not like the word Church and Lodge does not describe it, national in scope graduated in its degrees of application from "a working philosophy of life" at the base for those who comprehend the least to "the inner sanctum" at the top for the practitioners of High Magick. You will note that I stress the words "philosophy of life" -- perhaps I can best express myself with the slogan: "We tend to outgrow the idea of A Father God just as we tend to outgrow the idea of a Godly Father". The evolution of our accepted social conception to date would then be: Religion, cynicism, philosophy.
One final point. The Aeon of Isis -- the Earth is our Mother; the Aeon of Osiris -- God is our Father; the Aeon of Horus -- (beginning approximately 1900; modern industrial expansion began in earnest in its purity, inherits the fruits of its labouring parents and does its Will unhindered for he does not have to earn his bread by the sweat of his brow.
Sometimes I think that I am trying to unscrew the inscrutable. To me it as clear as crystal -- when a nation has an abundance of the goods of life its people become independent of Nature -- being independent of Nature they have every encouragement to be Individuals, each following his own Will -- and I always end up at Thelema. Where did you get off this time?
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