From the German of Stanislav Przybyszewsky
By Guido Bruno
IN the beginning there was sex. . . .
Out of the voice box of the human being sex tore the first long-stretched sounds, it directed them to the tact of the pulsing heart, it formed them into rhythm and melody, it shaped them into the neighing, howling and growling of pain, into the snarling and grinning of hatred, into the murmuring and whispering of love, into the smuttered, heaven-high joyful shouts of gladness of the organism and of ecstasy:
Sex gave birth to the world:
And sex diffused itself with super-power into the muscles of the human body; it handed man the club as it came upon him to destroy his rival in the contest for his mate, it increased his powers unto the indefinite when he had to protect the life of his mate and of his brood. It helped him to clear forests, to tear apart the womb of the earth, to direct into new beds rivers and lakes, to subdue seas and to conquer mountains; sex awakened the brain from its slumber, forcing it into incomprehensible suffering and into the labors of never-heard-of work and into cunning and into the sly betraying with which he stole the fire from the gods and into audacious daring so that he mounted the Pelian upon the Ossa, and so that he broke open the doors of the kingdom of heaven.
Sex gave birth to the deed.
And sex forced its way into the heart of man. If filled it out completely. It awaked in man the desire to see everybody as happy as sex itself was in its sacred elevation of happiness. It incended in him the powerful wish to play music for the whole world to a joy-dance, so that everybody might become self-conscious in blissful play and might join in the great sacred hymn of life. To the tables of richest banquets did it invite all, and therefore sex created pity and consolidation, it created father and mother, brother and sister, it united the human sex through bonds of blood and of friendship. But at the same time it became the origin of revenge fulness and of inordinate desire of murder and of crime; it separated and crushed to every wind the seed of the Abel, of the Seth and of the Cain. . . .
And so created sex the family, the clan, the nation. And then it tore open widely its eyes and looked back with inexpressible longing and looked far, far back towards its divine origin.
Millions and millions of years had it been staring into the sacred fire whose lustre meant life to all worlds and all animals on which it lived.
Sex craved for divinity!
And it expanded the chest of man with fervent longing, it saturated his heart with the sweet poison of weakness and of trust, it stole one beam after another from out of the aboriginal fire until it had incended in the soul of man a heart-flame through which it started to dissolve and to diffuse completely and forgot its own self-subsisting ego.
In the love!
And there came to pass the miracle: Amorphos Hyle united with the Logos!
The Holy Spirit descended upon sex and thus sex created —love.
And now the bars broken down and the doors of the human soul opened wide to the stars, to the heavens, to the sun; the beams of mercy and the most incomprehensible wonders sprouted suddenly from invisible origins; a thousand unknown feelings, comprehensions and perceptions expanded the human soul, expanded it to the bigness of the divine being; the arms were stretched out toward never-thought-of worlds; it bowed the knees before gruesome mysterious powers and man rooted up dust in terror, in trembling and in reverence; hidden forebodings became certainties and the certainty did hide in the deep, unlit darkness of the unknown—the unknown which was so indefinitely near. Mindful of its divine origin, sex nestled in the heart of man with the glad tidings:
Sex was the first one to talk to man of God! The superpower of sex grew with love and the consciousness of its divinity.
A hot stream poured out into the darkest hiding places and the most secret faults of the soul; it illuminated the darkest abysses with the sunny glow of light; it inflamed rocks so that they were glowing in blazing flames; it reorganized the worlds and created them in new shapes and in new forms. All instincts were directed into its broad bed; all forebodings, all lust and all pain, hatred and the blessed ascension of man to heaven, the whole life's struggle of a boundless and unrestrained soul, and it carried the foaming waves to the opposite shore and threw them down at the feet of God so that He might rejoice in his image.
And thus sex became the confidant of God and carried Him glad messages of how man had been drawn nearer to HIM through Art .
Sex gave birth to Art .
And so sex is the Androgyne, "father-mother" of all that is, that was, that will be: the powerful original fountain of might of eternal strength, of enthusiasm and intoxication, of the most sacred attempt to storm the heavens and of the gravest most detestable Fall of Man, of the highest virtue and of the most devilish crime. There is no power that can compare itself with sex, and as such it is the extreme beauty and the only link uniting us with the Absolute, because there it originated and to thence will it return
It is the hot gulf which melts the ice and which fructifies the earth, creating an Eden or a hell for the generation of men.
It is that ocean which encircles the whole universe, embracing it with loving arms. It is the one pledge and the one certainty of the divine in man.
~~~~~~~~~
from Greenwich Village Vol 2
No comments:
Post a Comment