A Hymn to Extrication and Destruction
In my role as a volunteer fireman in this little hamlet, I went to a "vehicle extrication" class today in a nearby town. That meant learning to use the "Jaws of Life" (firemen just say "splitter") and other hydraulic tools for ripping apart vehicles in order to remove injured occupants.
In that larger department's classroom, the instructor had written on the board:
In that larger department's classroom, the instructor had written on the board:
Welcome to Vehicle ExtricationAnd all I could think of was Aleister Crowley's "Hymn to Pan." (YouTube version here.)
Cut It. Split it. Ram it.
Through solstice stubborn to equinox.I'll bet Uncle Aleister would have liked to see us ripping the roofs and doors off of motorcars.
I rave; and I rape and I rip and I rend
Everlasting, world without end,
Mannikin, maiden, maenad, man,
In the might of Pan.
Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan! Io Pan
Labels: magick
posted by Chas S. Clifton at 7:40 PM Permalink
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Today, I was reading a disneyfied version of Peter Pan to G/Son. He said, "Nonna, Peter Pan wears all green, even his cap." I said, "Yes. Long before Peter Pan, there was a god named Pan and he had a lot to do w Green Stuff. I suspect the man who wrote Peter Pan had that in mind when he wrote his story." G/Son said, "Nonna. He did."
That's grand, but he is probably still a little young for Uncle Aleister's Bedtime Stories.
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