I BRUISED your body with the whip
Its wheals stand out in ridgéd azure.
The savage blood upon your lip
Images hurt, and hurt’s erasure.
The pain transmuted into passion;
And passion.s ruin was not pain;
But my pain wears another fashion;
My dead men do not rise again.
You hurt me, and the silent skin
Whispers no word of bleeding bruises;
Your subtle hate, your cunning skin
Brands and corrodes me where it chooses
I fear not them that kill the body,
But rather them that hurt the soul:
My soul with your disdain is bloody;
Your stripes are none to make me whole.
Could you but see my vitals torn,
My nerves on rack, my tortured spirit.
Of all the ills to mortals born
This is the sorest to inherit.
If you could see the branded token
Of your invisible whip, the scars
Of your intangible knife, the unspoken
Agonies, silent as the stars!
Then you should count the agéd lines
That wrinkle up my boy’s blithe beauty:.
The Judge of all the Earth divines
My wrongs and yours, and does his duty.
For you in heaven shall bloom and burgeon,
And I in hell shall howl and groan.
Ah! God is an unskilful surgeon;
We both shall weep to be alone!
For we are one and may not part;
And though we hurt, we love, believe me!
Nor would I in my inmost heart
Of one of all your stabs bereave me.
No man can hurt the indifferent stranger,
No woman wound the casual friend.
There is a glory born of danger;
What anger gat, desire may end.
Give me the phrenzy of your lip!
My heart accepts your usurpature.
Your body leaps beneath the whip;
Our pain is in love’s very nature.
It is enough. The woe is over,
The woe begins; the vial brims,
And all the anguish of your lover
And you is hidden in wrestling limbs.
Drain the black cup of bruiséd blood!
Its bitter shall beget devotion,
And Bacchus sweep its frenzied flood
Into the Eleusinian ocean!
Elaboration upon the dualities of Love and Hate:
These two emotions are not actually opposites in the normal sense, since the opposite of both love and hate are indifference; both love and hate are on the extreme end of the emotional scale itself. Love is the acknowledgement and acceptance of both parts Beast/Babalon within another person. It is a constant balancing effort on both parts within the self, and with another, which if genuine, is the perfect balance of pleasure for the ego/Beast and non-ego/Babalon. Hence, Love under Will. Hate occurs when there is an imbalance; if regarding the Beast/Babalon within one’s self, this hate is directed inwards. When there is an imbalance regarding another person, this hate is directed at them. Most people will react in anger, perhaps even hate, towards the external trigger which does not do anything but show the internal imbalance there was, prior to the trigger. If there was no imbalance present, there would not have been any defensive reaction.
“Love” and “hate” both require some level of attachment to that which is the target of our emotions. The difference being that Love contains both the Will to Live/Dove/henosis/(development of Babalon and self-sacrifice of the Beast in order to accept another’s Beast) and the Will to Die/Serpent/apotheosis/(development of Beast and suppression of Babalon in order to be consumed by another’s Babalon).
Hate directed at a person drives us to get away from them as far as possible, because the nature of the Beast is fueled by ego. It is undesirable for a sensitive/developed ego to be poked at; more specifically, the individual’s ego is recognizing itself in another, and attempting to compete. If given a worthy enough challenge, the ego will either be required to submit (die) or recognize the futility of its efforts and also die. There is nothing more provoking nor fearful for the ego than the death of itself. Therefore, external hate usually occurs if one person’s Will to Die comes into conflict with another’s Will to Die. Beast vs Beast. A forced reflection upon the ego where the only escape is death either way–the progression into the Right Hand Path for balance.
Hate which occurs internally is due to a misalignment in Will and Action; this is usually due to external oppression of the individual’s Beast, which leads the ego to attack itself. It is not a true development of one’s Babalon, and the individual will most likely require a lot of Left Hand Path workings before finding his/her way to achieve balance.
The nature of sex is always an interplay of the permutations between Beast and Babalon, and results in death. From these two dynamics also comes an odd mixture of pleasure: the Babalon in one person gets along with the Babalon with another; the nature of Babalon/Nuit is passive, accepting, and all-encompassing. If two people are Babalon-dominant, there is no need for sex. Metaphorically speaking, they are neither alive nor dead and therefore have no inclination to die. This is why it is important to emphasize that Babalon =/= women and Beast =/= men. When two women have sex, they either take turns unleashing their Beast, or one woman has a inclination towards Beast, and the other towards Babalon. However, when two separate (worthy and equal) Beasts meet and are unable to escape, they will fight and suffer–but also seek to die together; in other words, they have hate-sex. There comes a time when both see the futility of their actions and decide that the only way to achieve joy together is to surrender together.
The frustration that arises with any energy-expending battle can easily be transformed into sexual tension. The attraction is not always due to physical appearance, since the attraction itself is from the fact that both Beasts have been forced to surrender, causing them to seek each other for pleasure.
Usually, hate-sex happens when one Beast is able to recognize the power of the other, or in momentary stalemates instead of the end of the battle. The acknowledgement of one Beast from another is what is labeled “sexy;” it is the awareness that the other person has within them, the potential to kill the individual’s ego. Nowadays, society has brainwashed people into accepting an image/form of what’s sexy, causing a reinforcement loop within their minds so concrete that when one asks someone what they believe to be sexy, they can only explain through prescribed imagery. Prescribed imagery, if never questioned, will never allow the individual to see beyond their social accretions.