A.E.M. Baumann

© 2018

hatterscabinet@gmail.com

 

Buy the book on Amazon ---

 

About The Knossian Oracles


 

Note to the Reader

Epigraphs

 

The Knossian Oracles

      Περὶ Ποιητικῆς . . .

            1   2   3

      Daedalus in Tartarus

            4   5   6

      L'Origine, Salomé I

            7   8   9   10   11   12   13   14   15

            16   17

      L'Origine, Salomé II

            18   19   20   21   22   23   24

      The Night Sea Crossing

            25   26   27   28   29   30

      The Garden of Venus

            31

      The Incantations of Isis and
      Osiris

            32   33   34   35   36

      Imago Dei

            40   41   42   43   44   45   46

      The Seven Dreams of Paris

            47   48   49   50   51   52

      The Axiom of Maria
      Prophetissa

            53   54   55   56   57   58   59   60

            61   62   63   64   65   66   67   68

            69   70   71   72   73   74   75   76

            77   78   79   80   81   82   83

 

And the Light Falls, Remir

      Mystery

      Arcanum

      Alchemy

      The Occult

      Love

      Art

      Grace

 

Notes

      Translations

      Table of Fragments

      An Incomplete Bibliography

 

 


 

to Hatter's Cabinet Main Page

 

 

iii

Alchemy

(Theseus • Ariadne)

The radiance of divine being permeates the cosmos,

Though in some matter it does shine more brightly:

The taste of olives;

The fall of cloth;

A double stroke of altocumulus

crossing a burnished moon;

A sidewalk fossil (a hazel leaf),

The frame of your feet,

Your toes scrunching, pointing.

He stands beside you

Theseus and Ariadne stand within the labyrinth, her diadem illuminating the passage before them: stacked stone and brick walls; a trail of gathered rocks; a muddy path; flagstone, gravel and tile; white chalk on a hewn plain; shrubs and hedgerows; the densest wood; black words on white paper; Roman capital chiseled into marble; woodcut knots and sandstone reliefs; maps of mystery, rose windows and maiden’s rings; pendulous vaults, shadowed, dark, darkest at their deepest recess; strands of moss dangling, thick liquid trickling along the unhurried curves of their arches.

And follows your wonder,

Awaits each emergence,

And gathers every seed to his chest,

Those you find, those he finds for you;

Buries them finger deep in the warm

\loam of your embrace;

Waters them with droplets

delicately collected from your

\lips;

Writes words, writes words,

To transfigure mysteries writes words,

Which he measures and breaks against

abstruse and opalescent

\blossoms.