Sunday, June 28, 2009

An Alchemical Sonnet by Santinelli




Odi, e impara. In un sol corpo intatto
I principii dell'Or posti ha Natura,
Nascosti a gli occhi, e più nascosti al tatto
Sotto una scorza escrementitia, oscura.


L'Arte hor, che fa? Questa Materia impura
Si reca in mano, e con un Foco astratto
Da le Viscere sue tanto depura,
Che fa l'oro in potenza uscire in atto.


Oro, ma non del Volgo. Oro, che privo
Non è di Spirto animatore, un Oro,
Che il morto Oro volgar ritorna vivo.


Tragge il raggio dall'Ombra. Oh gran Lavoro!
Vile è 'l raggio del Sol, ch'è fuggitivo,
Fisso stringilo in polve, ed è Thesoro


Listen, and learn. In a unique intact body
Nature posed the principles of Gold, hidden
from the eyes, and more hidden from touch
under an escremental darkened bark.

Art then, what does she do? This impure
Matterbrings to her hand, and with an abstract
Fire from her bowels so much purifies, that makes
gold in potentia to come out in actu.


Gold, but not vulgar. Gold, which is not
deprived of an animating Spirit, a Gold,
which brings back dead gold to life.


It extract the ray from Shadow. Oh great Work!
The ray of Sun is vile, for it is fleeting,
fix it, press it to powder, and will be Treasure.

Monday, June 1, 2009

Excalibur





That blessed action
that breaks the moment,

that cleaves the doubts,

that beheads the buzz
of evil tongues,

That blessed action
that warms the hearts,

that wipes the tears,

that splits in a stroke

the white from the black ,

the night from the day,

the fact from the dream,



That blessed action
that breaks,

enchanted sword,

the rock of wait,

lies in the girdle,
sealed…

Saturday, January 31, 2009

Sacrifice



Sacrifice is a law.

Nothing real can be accomplished without sacrifices.

Sacrum facere, making sacred, is the price to be paid.

Do not value anything which was achieved without sacrifices, because it is not real.

Sacrifice is the Seal.

Sunday, November 23, 2008

A Man

This song is dedicated to all women,

condemned to be mothers and

babysitters of their companions,

who still dream that one day

they will be held by a MAN.

Lyrics can be found here

Thursday, November 6, 2008

On Work and Rest




ON WORK AND REST
When you work, WORK.
When you rest, REST.
Everything in the middle
is time wasted,
shameful for man.
Also:
the more you Work,
the more you can Rest.

The more you can Rest,
the more you can Work
Work and Rest are
the Yin-Yang
of Conscious Man.