From The Chymical Wedding..

..by Lindsay Clarke, the book I’m currently inhabiting. It’s marvellous.

Listen:

 “My verse was obscure because I was obscure to myself. I was a young man then…a young fool. I heard the music but I had no inkling how serious these matters were. Or how dangerous.”
He returned from a pained abstraction, and smiled at me a little ruefully. “I was much like you – infatuated with my own talent, worshipping only my own intellect…A crime for which, as Ficino points out, a capital punishment is appointed. And in the symbolic domain the punishment is entirely appropriate – dismemberment, beheading.”

The undertaking of the Great Work actually has many forms – I’ve been engaged in my own version for years – and mostly, they sound very similar when you pass into the realm of symbols. Which is, in fact, the only way to do this Work.

Right, then – I’m off back to bed to nurse a broken brain and legs which won’t work.

Pic: The Joust of Sol and Luna from Aurora consurgens (early 16th century); note that Sol’s shield has a lunar emblem, while Luna’s shield carries a solar one.

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2 responses to “From The Chymical Wedding..

  1. It's been reprinted, Steve. I can't think why I never read it the first time around, save that I was probably incapable of appreciating it.The descriptions of Norfolk countryside are particularly beautiful.

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