Webster Murray (1899-1957), 'Invocation to Cupid', ''The Tatler'', Vol. 118, #1527, 1930
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Webster Murray (1899-1957), 'Invocation to Cupid', ''The Tatler'', Vol. 118, #1527, 1930
𝔄𝔯𝔰 𝔊𝔬𝔢𝔱𝔦𝔞
An Invocation to Bacchus
Now, o Bacchus, we fall, humble, before your altar: Give me, father, peace and favoring sails. You have the power to check the pride of raving Venus: With your pure wine comes medicine for cares. Lovers are yoked through you, through you their yoke's undone: You, Bacchus, wash the fault out of my mind.
Nunc, o Bacche, tuis humiles advolvimur aris: da mihi pacato vela secunda, pater. tu potes insanae Veneris compescere fastus, curarumque tuo fit medicina mero. per te iunguntur, per te solvuntur amantes: tu vitium ex animo dilue, Bacche, meo.
--Propertius, Elegies III.17.1-6
Raum, the 257th Known One.
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Heavenly rose of opiate dreams. Mistress of verses forged by pain. On your dark light, my eyes shall feast.
IWAN GILKIN — La Nuit ✣ “Invocation”, (1897)
Remedios Varo (Spanish-Mexican, 1908–1963)
Invocation, 1963
Oil on canvas
97 × 74 cm (38.19 × 29.13 in.)
Private collection
Hail Almighty Lord Satan
Hail Almighty Queen Lilith
Need we none but they,
As we are the children of their Infernal Essence
Demon Children of a new rising era
The Era of Perdition
May the blood of our enemies flow into the rivers and earth
Chaliced upon Satan's world
As the blood moon signs the armies of our Dark Lord unto battle
Vampires of the night feasting upon their lustful depravities
Spreading the Immaculate Lust of our Queen Lilith
Like the plague that swept the lands of our ancestors
The plague of Christianity
Christ fuck filth!
Cursed be the putrid cunt of Mary!
May the worthless holy ghost forever be squelched of its rotten fruit and dwindle into the ABYSS
SOURCE SATAN guide us as your immortal essence transforms us and strengthens our inner black flames
SOURCE LILITH implore us as your unwavering power fills our black souls with your unholy lust, so that we may suck others into your unyielding grasp
All Hail the Infinite ABYSS Almighty, may its Darkness empower us, let its deplorable waters flow through our veins like the blackest blood
By the blood moon it is said, by the night it is done. Hail Almighty Lord Satan, Hail Almighty Queen Lilith.