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Post by cortwilliams on Aug 26, 2012 23:58:03 GMT -6
The Tower of the Black Magus
The Black Magus manifests/becomes hir own Universe, a Universe which is the Temple-Fortress which forms the center of a revolt against this world and its god in the name of absolute spiritual freedom, the eye of a raging storm of esoteric anarchism.
At the center of the storm stands the hunter with his iron-tipped lance, will and desire honed to a single point of blackened light, the lightning bolt strikes home and casts the wild-eyed old captain in ghostly shadows of tempestuous fright.
The pneumatic seed of the Dragon is cast into the shifting sands of Tesherit, and from this seed is born the desert fruit, the Ebon Spire which stands as a shrine to the absolute, the phallus of the dragon reborn, the severed manhood of Tanin'Iver is found as the cosmos comes unbound.
The Tower of long-repressed Desire emerges from its rocky tomb, stands now enveloped in the velvety darkness of the Unknown womb, sub-chthonian energies crackle and howl with unearthly might, now clothed in the virginal penumbra of blackest night.
Hail Satanis! Cort
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Post by I AM the Way on Aug 27, 2012 7:53:49 GMT -6
Is this some kind of prose poem?
It lacks clear, substantive content while not having enough story to go along with all the imagery, metaphor, symbolism, etc. Parts of this could be turned into an essay or article; on the other hand, it could be fleshed out into some kind of short story if a narrative structure was added. At the moment, it's suitable for neither. Just my opinion...
By His loathsome tentacles,
VS
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Post by cortwilliams on Aug 27, 2012 9:12:46 GMT -6
Thanks for your input Lord Satanis-Fair enough. It is an older piece and a bit of a hodge-podge of ideas, and I would agree that its lack of cohesion impinges on its quality. I think my other piece that I posted here, "Emergence of the Tower God" is perhaps a bit more polished.
Hail Satanis! Cort
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Post by I AM the Way on Aug 27, 2012 12:45:28 GMT -6
Many are the pieces I've written that, looking back, suck for one reason or another. That's why God invented revision. We don't get better until we write and write and write to the point where our older stuff looks less than stellar by comparison.
Keep writing, brother.
Awake!
VS
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