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  Venus 2001

Magick Posted by <Kaladevi> on September 15, 2001 @ 12:45 PM
from the mons-best-friend dept.

Inspired by the tale of the Miller's Daughter/Handless Maiden about the emotional wounding and healing of girls, corresponding to tale of the Fisher King for boys – as explained by Robert Johnson in his book She. The invocations are from Crowley's poems “Venus” and “Venus Callipyge” from The Collected Works.

A copper metallic Venus symbol on a green banner hangs on one side of the stage. Around it are green cardboard pears with emotionally charged words painted on them. On the other side, behind the altar, is a banner entitled, “Praise the Whore.”

The audience is purified with rose water prior to the beginning of the rite.

Act 1

Lights dim with a spotlight in the foreground to the side, and a green spotlight shining through a white veil.

Hierophant/Taurus (in black with red scarf) approaches the altar, smells the roses, lights a rose-scented candle floating in a glass bowl containing salt water, and lights the red candle. He begins the “First Invocation,” gazing at a statue of Venus on the altar. As he reads, he takes up his lance from behind the altar and begins slowly stroking it and turning towards center stage.

Venus, with roses in her hair, clad in a long green slinky dress, takes up her perfumed dance veil, glides over to Taurus, encircling him, and caressing him. Full body contact. Non-verbal interaction. By dancing around Taurus and stroking him with her veil, she hopes to awaken his senses, and is delighted by every word and action of invocation and lamentation throughout the rite. All drama and sensation delight her.

First Invocation



Daughter of Lust by the foam of the sea!

Mother of flame!

Sister of shame!

Tiger that Sin nor her son cannot tame!

Worship to thee! Glory to thee!

Venus Callipyge, mother of me.



Thou art the fair, the wise, the divine!

Thou art our mother, our goddess, our life!

Thou art our passion, our sorrow, our strife!

Thou, on whose forehead no lights ever shine

Thou, our redeemer, our mistress, our wife

Thou barren sister of deathlier brine

Venus Callipyge, mother of mine



Give me the strength of a panther,

the tiger's sinuous strides

The lion's limbs that span there some thrice the turn of the tides

The mutinous frame, the terror of the royal Minotaur

That our loves may make a mirror of the dreadful soul of war



I am thine, I am thine indeed

For love is an equal soul and shares an equal breath

I am nought - And thou the whole?

Mistress and maiden and mother,

Immutable mutable soul!

My life is made as thine; my blessing and thy curse

Beget, as foam on wine, a different universe



Be thou my one desire

My soul in day as in night

My mind home of the Higher



Oh, what a beautiful sight!

Taurus succumbs to Venus. She takes the lance to help him wound his thigh, while holding him in a loving embrace and kissing him passionately.

Venus: [lovingly lowers Taurus to the floor and, circling him, provocatively hisses] Needs. Desires. Drives. Feelings. Moods. Emotions. Victory to each new desire! [Pause]

Taurus, crawling off-stage and dragging wounded leg, does not hear Venus.

Venus: [speaking to audience, smiling sweetly] Ahhhhh, sweet Love. [She slowly whirls off into the background, letting go of her scarf, taking up tree branches, becoming a pear tree.]

Pisces/Luna appears behind Venus.

Taurus discards red scarf and dons green scarf for next act.

Act 2

Venus, as Virgo/Pear Tree, stands holding branches laden with pears, representing orchard/abundance/nurturance.

Daughter, a little girl in a nightie, enters the orchard and sits cross-legged with coloring pencils/crayons/art pad under tree, drawing.

Venus/Tree bends to caress little girl.

Daughter responds with innocence, blissfully, to the loving caresses.

Orchard Owner/Dad enters with notepad/palm pilot, pen and cell phone. He talks into his cell phone, conducting business.

Daughter, still seated, tries to show her Dad the drawing.

Dad turns away, still talking into the cell phone.

Daughter stands, holding up her picture for her father to see.

Dad kisses his Daughter on the forehead and turns away from her as she tries to show him the picture. He continues talking on the phone as he exits.

Libra strolls to and fro across the stage with his scales tipping. He exits and dons his red scarf as Taurus in Act 4.

Daughter pouts, trying to hide her tears.

Venus/Tree bends to caress Daughter, offering Love.

Daughter hangs her head, then goes to the opposite side of the stage and exits.

Luna exits on her heels, gets ready to play music for Act 3.

Venus: [Laying down branches, picks up scarf and slowly, sensuously dances toward audience, smiling.] Ahhhh, serenity! tactfulness! Generosity! Self-sacrifice! Dutifulness! Sympathy! [Exits dancing.]

Act 3

A recording of "Feelings" plays.

Dad and Daughter are behind the veil. A green spotlight pointed forward from behind the veil projects their shadows onto white draperies. Dad lifts the meat cleaver and chops, severing Daughter's hand. Daughter screams as Dad tosses fake bloody severed hand into audience.

Daughter changes into Catholic school uniform for Act 5.

Act 4

Hamadryads/Trees enter, arranging themselves in front of the veil behind Venus' “throne” (a step stool draped in green, since Venus is a pear tree in an orchard), their arms waving slowly so that people can read the words on the pears.

Taurus facing Venus, recites the “Second Invocation.”

Second Invocation



Mistress and maiden and mother, immutable mutable soul!

Love, shalt thou turn to another?

Surely I give thee the whole

Light, shalt thou flicker or darken?

Thou and the lover are met.

Bend from thy heaven and hearken

Life, shalt thou fade or forget?



Surely my songs are gone down as leaves

in the dark that are blown:

Surely the laurel and crown have faded

and left me alone

Vainly I cry in the sunlight;

moon pities my passion in vain

Dark to my eyes is the one light,

aching in bosom

and brain



Surely, O Mother, thou knowest

Have I not followed thy star?

I have gone whither thou goest

Bitterly followed afar

Buried my heart in thy sorrow

Cast down my soul at thy knees
> [
Taurus falls to his knees before Venus]

Thou, thou hast left me no sorrow

Days and desires, what are these?



Nay, I have torn from my breast

passion and love and despair

Sought in thy palaces rest, sleep that awaited me there

Sleep that awaits me in vain

I have done with the hope of things

Passion and pleasure and pain have stung me

And lost their stings

Venus gleefully responds to all the words.

Venus and Taurus circle each other lovingly, then dance offstage from opposite sides.

Taurus removes red scarf, dons Libra's green scarf and holds scales for Act 5.

Act 5

Teenaged Daughter, in a Catholic school uniform, enters (strutting provocatively for audience) and talking on cell phone with a friend.

Daughter: He never has time for me.

Dad enters, annotating in his notebook/palm pilot. He looks up, sees his Daughter, then looks at his watch.

Libra crosses the stage twice carrying weighing scales. He pauses to allow the scales to tip. He exits, and dons red scarf for Act 6.

Dad tries to get Daughter's attention.

Dad: [into his phone] She never listens to me.
Daughter: [into her phone] Hang on a minute. [Looks at Dad, tapping foot testily.]

Dad crosses the stage, holds Daughter's shoulders, and while looking earnestly and pleadingly into her eyes, tries to embrace her.

Dad: Feelings.

Daughter responds with a cold glance, breaks free of the embrace, turns away, and continues her phone conversation.

Daughter: What-EVER!

Act 6

Taurus recites the “Third Invocation.”

Third Invocation



Fruitless foam of a sterile sea

Wanton waves of a vain desire

Maddening billows flecked with fire

Storms that lash on the brine and flee

Dead delights, insatiate ire

Broke like a flower in the birth of thee

Venus Callipyge, mother of me



Few are thy sons, but as fierce as dawn

Sweet are the seconds, weary the days

Nights? Ah! Thine image a thousand ways

Is smitten and kissed on the fiery lawn

Where the wash of the waves of thy native bays

Laps weary limbs, that of thee have drawn

Laughter and fire for their souls in pawn



Thy strong sons! They are dark as night

Cruel and barren and false as the sea

They have cherished Hell for the love of thee

Filled with thy lust and abundant might

Filled with the phantom desire to free

Body and soul from the sound and sight

Of a world and a God that doth not right



Who like thyself shall command our ways?

Who has such pleasures and pains for hire?

Who can awake such a mortal fire

In the veins of a man, that deathly days

Have robbed of the masteries of desire?

Who can give garlands of fadeless bays

Unto the sorrow and pain we praise?



Yes, we must praise, though the deadly shade

Fall on the morrow, though fires of hell

Harrow our vitals; a miracle

Springs at thy kisses, for thou hast made

Anguish and sorrow desirable;

Torment of hell as the leaves that fade

Quickly forgotten, despised, decayed.



They are decayed, but thou springest again,

Mother of mystery, barren, who bearest

Flowers of most comeliest children, who wearest

Wounds for delight, whose desire shall stain

Star-space with blood as the price thou sharest

Sweet with thy lovers, whose passing pain

Ripens to marvelous after-gain.



I cast away the mortal

and I choose the tortured way

And I stand before thy portal

and my face is cold and grey



Thou lovest me with a love

more terrible than death

But thou art in the above

and my wings feel no wind's breath

Thou art all too fierce and calm,

too bitter and sweet, alas

Thou weavest a cruel charm

on my soul that is as glass

Taurus turns and is trapped in Venus' vice-like grip.

As Venus goes to the audience, the Hamadryads/Trees rush forth to different audience members, embrace them, sway them, hand them a pear and whisper the word on the pear in their ears. We don't need no stinkin' spectators. Everyone participates in this rite! When they are out of pears, they serve Bailey's Irish Cream and strawberry mochi ice cream (which look like mini pink breasts). Lastly, they hand out green condoms.

Venus responds with emotionally-charged words, whispered, screeched, growled, howled, moaned, running the gamut of verbal expression, while all the while grinning with delight and caressing herself.

Venus: Emotional, intuitive, aesthetic, non-rational

Thirst, hunger, sex, stimulation

Depression, misery, sadness, happiness, delight, bitterness, joy and

Lust, jealousy, self-pity, carnality, rage, bitterness, narcissism.

Selfishness… and unselfishness

Rapture, ecstasy, loathing, hate, dislike, affection, and LOVE!

Taurus recites DH Lawrence.

Taurus: [looking at audience]

What does she want, volcanic Venus,

As she goes fuming round?

What does she want?

She says she wants a lover,

She's seething like a volcano,

And volcanoes don't want lovers

Taurus winks and grins at audience, then breaks free from Venus' grip.

Venus circles Taurus. They both slowly whirl offstage from opposite sides.

Taurus changes into Mercury costume.

Act 7

Daughter, in a business suit, enters with a cell phone to her ear.

Dad enters with a notebook, counting pears on the trees.

Venus, trying to get Daughter's attention, circles her.

Daughter turns away, then nods a friendly hello at Dad.

Venus flings herself at Daughter's ankles and desperately clings to her leg, trying to get her attention.

Daughter ignores Venus and looks at the audience.

Daughter: [talking loudly into cell phone]

The mind is nobler than the body.

Friendship is holier than love.

Nature is overcome by wit and reason. [Exits]

Venus lies there for a moment.

Luna, in a crimson smoking jacket and silver turban with pipe in hand, steps over Venus, yawns, stretches, and recites Swinburne.

As Luna reads, Venus gets up and tries to seduce Luna, in vain.

Luna ignores her, yawns, stretches, and continues to recite poetry all the way down the long hallway to the back door.

Final Act

Mercury and Venus slowly whirl onstage from opposite sides, encircling and eyeing each other.

Mercury, circling, with caduceus in hand, prepares to leap upon Venus.

Mercury: Give me thy life and strength

Let us struggle for mastery

As the long shore's rugged length

That battles with the sea

Venus shrinks back with hands crossed over her face in a protective, frightened pose.

Mercury: I foam and live and leap!

Mercury leaps up in the air and down upon Venus, straddling her with caduceus in hand, then laying it down behind her so that audience cannot see it but it is readily available.

Mercury:



Thou laughest, fightest, diest

In agony swift as sleep

Thou hangest as the Christ

My nails are in thy flesh



My sweat is on thy brow

We are one, we are made afresh

We are Love and Nature, now



Thou art mine, thou art mine indeed

My form is vaster grown

And our limbs and lips have bled on the starry solar throne



I am swifter than the wind

I am wider than the sea

I am one with all mankind

And the earth is made as we



The stars are spangles bright

On the canopy of our bed

And the sun is a veil of light

For my lover's copper head



I have limbs of a God's to close thee in and hold

Too brief are any periods, and my hours are barren of gold

I am thewed as Mercury to kill thee in one caress!

He stabs with the caduceus. Venus curls up, holding upright caduceus in place.

Mercury: [on bent knee]



Not a golden shower is my love

But a child's tear of distress



[Mercury tenderly wipes a tear from Daughter's eye.]



I know thee who art fallen; to lie beneath my feet

Who hast called till my spirit ached with a pang too deathly sweet

Thou hast given thee to me dying

And made thy bed to me

I shiver, I shrink, and sighing,

lament it cannot be



For love is an equal soul

and shares an equal breath

Thou art nought – And The Word the whole!



[turns to audience, with a grin]



Twas not love but death!



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**Re: Venus 2001**
by King Knave on Saturday September 15, @07:28PM

Lay me down.


Let me lie down
on a hill somewhere-


where wide expanses of an azure sky
fills my vision, and the sweetbreeze of
clover
and honeysuckle fill my nostrils.


I need to lie down
by the banks of a burbling,gurgling brook
where I can turn and stare
as it winds and wends it's way
along through the wood-
If I could-
but hear it flow.


**Re: Venus 2001**
by <jazzcat> on Wednesday September 19, @03:21AM

…we sure could use a little venus something or other around here…

lets make the Book of the Law do a strip teese!!!


**Re: Venus 2001**
by <jazzcat> on Wednesday September 19, @03:23AM

…we sure could use a little venus something or other around here…

lets make the Book of the Law do a strip teese!!!


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