Yet by-and-by I hope to weaveA song of Anti-Christmas EveAnd First- and Second-Beast-er Day.There's one who loves me dearly (Vrai!)Who yet believes me sprung from Tophet,Either the Beast or the False Prophet;And by all sorts of monkey tricksAdds up my name to Six Six Six...Ho! I adopt the number. LookAt the quaint wrapper of this book!I will deserve it if I can:It is the number of a Man.From his 'The Winged Beetle' written in 1910.I'm not quite sure if this poem is appropriate, but it does have anti-christmas eve in it, which could well be Crowleymas. The poem is also about him and his life, in a way.Either way, it's still a very witty poem, and it still is Crowley's birthday (130-something, I think)
Post je objavljen 02.09.2009. u 23:11 sati.