Sleepiness makes me forgiving. Ego thrives on
revenge.

"So skilled was he [Pessoa] at this art that, after
reading the autobiography of a well-known English
magus named Aleister Crowley, alias Master Therion,
he dared to inform the author that the horoscope
he'd drawn up for himself and published in his book
was mistaken. Crowley recognized the error, struck
up a correspondence with Pessoa, and came to
Lisbon in 1930 to meet the poet astrologer, who
in the following year published a Portuguese version
of 'Hymn to Pan'..." --Introduction to Fernando
Pessoa & Co.: Selected Poems, ed & tr Richard
Zenith (1998)

Momus defines a new aesthetic for the new century.

A long, fascinating essay on "neophilic irreligions" on the
internet, such as the Church of the Subgenius & the
Cthulhu mythos.

  "ODE TO MARS"

   I want my canal share
   Of life on Mars.
   I hear its sough
   Where air's not thick enough.
   That Yma expiry
   Named Orphalese
   Drones on in koto
   Glissades. Come Boreas,

   Penetrate the dimness
   That is our wisdom
   Or somber cargo
   Cult; come, ye Parcae
Flying pyramids, massed rods of Rome!

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