Wednesday, August 21, 2019

A link to my old Blogs

As things have been rather Hectic for me, recently - so I haven't had much time to update, or compose new material for, this new Blog of mine - I'm posting a link to my Old Blog, and the Blogs of one of my 'Nom de Plume': under which I had a Sci-Fi short story Published in a, Globally Distributed, British Sci-Fi Publication, called 'Zoo Nation' (My story was in the 5th Volume - I think - along with something by Ursula K. Le Guin,) so those visiting this Blog can still read some of my Work (albeit my older materials.)








08/21/2019   9:24PM EDT

- S.

Thursday, February 21, 2019

A Poem from Jack Parsons, fouder JPL & "Grandfather of American Rocketry;" — Also a Student of Aleister Crowley's & a Member of the O.T.O.

"I height Don Quixote, I live on Peyote,

marihuana, morphine and cocaine.

I never knew sadness but only a madness

that burns at the heart and the brain,

I see each charwoman ecstatic, inhuman,

angelic, demonic, divine,

Each wagon a dragon, each beer mug a flagon

that brims with ambrosial wine.

I went to the city and found it a pity

the devil was playing at hell,

And ten million mortals had entered hell’s portals

and thought they were all doing well.

I said: “See, dear people, on every church steeple

an imp of the devil at play,

See ghouls cut their capers in daily newspapers

and fiends in police courts hold sway;

The mountains are palaces, women are chalices

meant to be supped and not sold,

The desert a banquet hall set for a festival,

ripe for the free and the bold;

The wind and the sky are ours, heaven and all its stars,

waken, and do what you will;

Break with this demon spawn’d hel-inspired nightmare

bond—Magick lies over the hill.”

* * *

They said I was crazy, ambiguous, lazy,

disgusting, fantastic, obscene;

So I hied for my sagebrush and cactus and corn mush,

To see if the air was still clean.

Oh, I height Don Quixote, I live on peyote,

marihuana, morphine and cocaine,

And may I be twice damned for a bank-clerk or store hand

if I visit the city again."