the golden hind - issue 1
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A Journal Of Art And PoetryTRANSCRIPT
The Golden Hind
Canticles Of Art & Poetry
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It has long been the present authors wish to celebrate excellence in its multiple forms. One such manifestation of pure creativity took place between October 1922 and July 1924 under the editorship of Austin Osman Spare and Clifford Bax. The Golden Hind achieved two volumes and eight issues and served as a collection of art and literature from the notables of the time. In celebration of this the current volume serves as both an acknowledgement of what was achieved and what can be achieved in the present instance.
Damiana Evohe October 26 2012ev London
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Ode To Lost Souls
Not to you do I speak, brave of heart and firm of purpose. Nor to you bright ones within a field of light.
Not to you who walks in purpose fulfilled. Nor to you of vision strong, buoyed by life’s enrichment.
But to you I speak wanderer upon the shores of night. And to you the desolate ones outside the circles of life.
Raised upon columns of molten ash.
Your journey began with a cry and ends with a scream. Betwixt the emptiness evolved. First a doubt becomes a certainty.
Those of faith know you not. Those of vision know you not. Those of purpose know you not.
Within the citadel of life do they dwell,
basking beneath an indolent sun.
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Na’amah Golden thread around heart entwined Visage of palest gold bleached by blood Darkest barb, venom sweet Vision of light shadowed by blood moon Step by step the pageant unfolds Embrace, melt into rapture Dissolve into bliss denied
Pale golden one a kiss upon thy brow A caress upon breast of softest silk Entwine limbs slick with sweat Heat dissolves flesh Breath dissolves thought Passion dissolves the heart Union dissolves life
Blood flows from wounds deep as time Semen rises caught in a cup of softest velvet between golden thighs Breath quickens and dissolves in rapture sweet Breath stills in the velvet shroud of darkest midnight Cascading thought tumbles into oblivion, servant of time Na’amah golden one mistress of time, servant of none
Shapes born of desire replace the tapestry of life Life bows to death her master Through silven forests does she dance beneath pale Hecate Loose thy arrows desolate one, pierce flesh spent in passion Golden nectar flows through limbs broken Darkest venom courses through veins burned upon thy pyre One kiss granted, benediction One kiss denied, eternal longing
Reflection, dark shadows arise, a mist of amber stained blood red Lightning burns eyes long weary Thunder subdues heart quenched in fire Gaze deep into the mirror of thy mind Draw deeply from the well of thy heart Broken vessel leaking blood into sand unheeding Once a garden pure where innocence was born Leaf and stem embraced in love Once an earth mother to her children
Cradled in loving arms Once starlight dissolved the vacuum of space A thousand angels voices arched in ecstasy Once life pierced the veil of time The tapestry woven thread by thread
Across the mountains of the moon did we walk my love and i Taking our rest within the vale of Aphrodite Into the boundary lands did we step Upon a plain of golden sand the bones of all who went before Beneath our sun we walk ebon rays shining forth Dissolving all that has been and will be Creation unmade upon the plain of truth unfolding
Namrael fairest maiden Samael desolate one Hand in hand each step a drop of blood released upon the aethyrs And in the last of days Two grigori walk upon the earth And they shall die
Yglas Na’amah Yglas Isheth Yglas Ygrat
Yglas Lilitu Ben Grigori
Evohe Evohe Evohe
Ast Innui Khephri Vos
Ahdi Ypres Grigori
Selim Ast Nobilis
Khephren Ma Un Nefer Ast
Portus Lucis Noir
Ave
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Time & Again Once A whisper caught upon a breeze
A murmur heard within the dark A glimpse etched in thorns A cry cast upon ears deafened A plea unheeded
Now A whisper unheard
A murmur eternal A glimpse cast upon a skin of amber A cry of a heart emptied A plea an ocean of dreams
Shadows, dreams, but echoes, pass along corridors unending. Thoughts, architects of sorrow lay their stones and upon foundations crumbling this tower is raised, washed within amniotic oceans embrace. Caressed by starlight. Nurtured by Moons light. Cursed by the day star. Time again and yet again Once Within a golden city he caught a glimpse of her
Eyes bruised in the beholding Upon a hill beneath the moon he held her, trembling Heart entranced by ardour and pain Beneath the ocean he reached for her Grasped her hand and was lost to the waves
Upon a starbeam they danced within the embrace of fairest Artemis, she a ladye fair cloaked in lace of white, he a jester gold and black. Now Shadows resolve into emptiness. Whispers to silence.
Vision to the void. The heart a burning ground. The mind but a dim reflection. The body kindling for the fire.
Time again and yet again
The promise of a love. The promise of a life. Ashes cast upon waters turned to venom. And yet this heart knows beauty, this mind knows truth. And within that noble temple does reside. And now the call is sent forth upon aethyrs devoid of life, Entranced by ardour grown sour, a fruit plucked corrupt. Once Hopes golden sands beneath a violet moon
A starlit city of dreaming domes An ocean of promise An eternity of dream
Now Carbon ash burnt beneath a blood red moon
Miasmas of corruption sow seeds of despair A barren wasteland A fixed moment
Time again and yet again The dreaming moment evolves, unfolds, and in its turning the stars do spin The lambent light rejoices. The enslaved are freed. The joyless know ecstasy. The innocent are absolved Once A dream beheld
A call sent forth An answer issued A mystery unfolding
Now A dream made flesh
A call yet echoes upon the aethyrs An answer yet unfolding A mystery inviolate
The son of the starbeam dreams and knows freedom Time again and yet again
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Blood Rain
Liquid tears leeched into golden sand
Rises, a mist of softest pink
Borne upon breath
Etched in flesh
A cascade of liquid longing
Witness to the ages thy brother calls
His call echoes upon aethyrs
Bruised by love’s eternal caress
A teardrop of blood upon a waxen cheek
A breath frozen in time
A heartbeat stilled, silent
Liquid words leeched into silence
Rises, a silent scream
Borne along avenues of fire
Consume, transform into myriad worlds
Each a mirror, carbon
Witness to the moment thy sister calls
Her call, plainsong of the heart
Wounded by love’s travails
A tear frozen in blood red silence
A breath, caught upon the breeze
A heartbeat, a whisper rises to a scream, silence
Liquid silence leeched into the spiral of the day
Rises, a memory darkly
Borne along moments eternal
Unfold into the golden moment
Return … Return … Return
Witness to truth we call unto thee
A liquid call from oceans deep
Thy lovers, spent, return
Blood rain falls
Its heart a drumbeat, Its breath a triumph
Within the citadel the watchers pray
And upon plains of liquid gold
Beneath a sky indigo
A bright star beckons
Blood rain rises
A tide, flows into liquid oceans embrace
Dark towers rise, beacons of night cast shadows deep
And upon an escarpment of amber
The Grigori, legions of the night await, a vigil
Blood rain, a tide of shadows
Consumes the night and casts upon the shores of time
Still, silent forms, each a cipher of promise
And along corridors sulphurous does the pageant unfold, eternal
Sic transit gloria rosa mundi
Blood rain shrouds the light of a black sun
Its rays a resonant thrum, a heartbeat
Beneath its rays bathed in nectar, a toxin sweet
Watchers shrouded in darkness await the tide
Liquid fire consumes all to ash, blown upon winds and vacuum
Blood Rain … Blood Moon … Black Sun
Holy trinity in The Night of Pan
Khephren Ma Un Nefer Ast witness to the ages rise
Through the portal enter this The Vale of Tears
Thy Grigori hold the pylons and summon thee
Namrael a cipher of brightest day, Samael of deepest night
Their breath a toxin, their gaze a benediction
Their hearts conjoined, their minds a liquid dance
upon aethyrs bright
Blood rain falls and quenches thirst, slakes appetites jaded
Blood Moon rises, silence
Black Sun rises conjoined, silence
The dragon stirs from her slumbers, scales vibrate
Takes flight and enters the opalescent night
Khephren Ma Un Nefer Ast rises
The dance unfolds and in her embrace the Grigori dance
She a ladye fair adorned in white lace
He a jester in motley black and gold
And upon their cheeks a single tear of blood falls into the night
Blood rain
Liquid tears leeched into golden sand
Rises, a mist of softest pink
Borne upon breath
Etched in flesh
A cascade of liquid longing
Ave Samael Ave Lilith Ave Pan
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The Ladye Fayre Whereof the thoughts that course the heavens of her mind made swift by mercury’s quicksilver mantle? Whereof the beating of her heart, cradled? Whereof the tide and upon what exotic shores does she lay? Whereof the dreams in a bed of liquid light, carry her aloft to join the dance eternal? Whereof the angels who upon her breath are called forth? Whereof the faerykind, her sisters, within whose embrace she does dwell? Whereof the goddess, her oracle does reside? Whereof the quest, across mountain and valley, desert and ocean? Of the Earth is she made. Of oceanic Water does her blood flow. Of Air, her breath passes eternal. And of Fire is her vision made complete. What truth does reside within her essence, what secrets within her heart and what are the bounties her body graces and brings forth? She travels deep and wide. Like the ocean, her tides an eternal song. Like a field of corn beneath amber skies she blesses all. And like the passing breeze does she alight, a butterfly upon a leaf of emerald.
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Long ago was the battle fought and won
When life and death stood upon opposing shores and glimpsed each other
Death looked upon life and smiled
whilst life like a maiden shy upon her bed of roses coyly looked aside
Closer
Shed not a tear for those that have passed Cast not a sigh Upon Air now spent
Bind not the free to your temple of woe But rather rejoice in the freedom gainsaid by life
In the immortal lands of deliverance therein I dwell
Benediction
Amidst shadows and smoke does he rise Splinters of light adorn his torn visage
Thorns rend flesh, rivers of blood embrace limbs, barely formed.
Shadows coalesce and in the frozen moments does he remember Limbs once broken begin to heal as the elixir flows
drop by iridescent drop Nectar sweet, laced with bitter gall enters eyes, yet dim of sight
Enters nostrils, a benediction.
Shadowed forms limned in lightning attend the moment A chorus of cries and whispers
Echoes into eternity, the moment.
Once upon a hill of flint he stood Raising hands and calling forth his Elohim as his form dissolved
The Seals opened and the dance unfolds.
Once into a pool of quicksilver did he gaze Fingers drawing forth tendrils of form cast upon the air, they rise
Summoning the rays of Solus Noir, they descend.
Once beneath the ocean did he reach out and clasp his sisters hand In embrace they dance upon aethyrs burnished gold A dark stain rises and consumes all within its path.
Once upon a lightning bolt did he descend and entered fairest Lilith’s domain
A stranger, cast upon shores, foreign and exotic.
Once within the heart of a star he slumbered Bound by chains of liquid light
Called forth by life, his nemesis.
Once as Azrael he seeded himself into the unfolding pageant
And once he Became.
Amidst shadows and smoke does he rise Splinters of light adorn his torn visage
Thorns rend flesh, rivers of blood embrace limbs, barely formed.
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I sought you out in forest glade, limned in moonlight Veiled in beauty, sylphen spectre
Breath upon the chill night air, gossamer mist of rainbow
Sought you out in oceans deep Reached out a hand and drowned in your embrace
Ebb and tide, eternal turning and returning
Sought you out in the caverns of the earth Where crystal adorned your body And liquid gold flowed as blood
Sought you out in starry depths
Where whispers caress the silence eternal The dance unfolding in splendour unheeded
Sought you out in leaf and stem, branch and bough
Your face blessed by sunlight Your feet deep within the mother
Turned and saw before me a simple woman
Forgive my love Beloved eternal, forgive
Forgive
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To Be No More
And as the thorns do rend and tear And as the blood does drip
This breath once strong begins to wane Upon this night of prayer
And as these eyes once so bright Cloud cast, dim portals of night
Glimpse a moment, a dream complete Slip dying in retreat
And as this heart a beating drum Does skip a beat and more
It casts its shadow upon the screen Of tapestry and dream
And as this body a temple bright Into decay this ink black night
Ashes and vacuum it does become Cousin to the worm
Bold Azrael burning bright Seduce this soul, this blight
And into your tender embrace Take this one and grant him peace
To be no more
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Speak Not
Speak not of light
Shadows cast upon a skin of remembrance
Edifice of delight rent by word and deed etched in breath etched in blood
" Speak not of love
Barbed thorn tearing flesh, tender in its yielding opens to anguish
Crimson tide ebbing from open vein enters an ocean of rest
" Speak not of liberty
Illusion of freedom conceit of choice Hollow words cast upon a void Upon ears deaf to enchantment
One heart one mind one body wrapped within a tapestry of deceit and longing
Tell me sweet lies that I might yet believe
Grant tender words that I might wrap my heart within folds of rapture
Tear thorns from flesh grown weary grown sour With the ichor of barren wastelands
Silent remorse witness to decay unfolding causes breath to freeze In lungs once opened by ecstasy’s chant
Stills the heart drumbeat of time of eternity
Eyes dim portals once graced by vision grown weary jaded by witchcraft and lust Retreat and are blinded to the unfolding of splendours pageant
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Speak not of dreams
Pale spectres alluring calling forth futures witness
One who sighs yields life to the fragmented shadows that crease the sky Obscure the sun and enters the palace of exiles
Beneath a sky bruised purple and violet
" Speak not of rapture
Of nerves that sing of breath that quickens A heartbeat that crushes life within its grasp
Whispers upon the breeze and meets a void of silence stillness
" Speak not of tomorrow’s promise
Alighting upon a seashore of hopes golden sands
Strands of memory cascade from a font grown dry Burnt upon a pyre of passion
Flesh seared within a cauldron of lust Skin yields slips from bones brittle
Turns to dust and is caught upon a breeze
Enters air and is purified within oceans tender embrace to be no more
" Speak not
