LUNACY

 

“Dost thou not feel them slip, how cold! how cold!
The moon’s thin wavering finger-tips, along thy throat?”

 

~ Adelaide Crapsey ~

 

Digitally enhanced image created from an original photo taken in April 2017.


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  1. “The so-called poet with his vague dreams and ideals is indeed no better than a harmless lunatic; the true poet is the worker, who grips life’s throat and wrings out its secret, who selects austerely and composes concisely, whose work is as true and clean as razor-steel, albeit its sweep is vaster and swifter than the sun’s!” ~ Aleister Crowley

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