Baudelaire’s ‘Hymn to Satan’, Two Translations

“La plus belle des ruses du diable
est de vous persuader qu’il n’existe pas.”


EDITOR’S NOTE:  We offer below the French original of Baudelaire’s Les Litanies de Satan (‘Hymn to Satan’), followed by two translations of the poem, the first by William Aggeler and the second by Lasha Darkmoon. 

Skeptics in the Devil’s real existence will obviously derive little satisfaction from reading a poem in praise of a non-existent person. They are therefore advised either to skip the poem and its translations, or, if they prefer, to display their intellectual superiority in the Comments section by poking fun at Baudelaire for his gullibility.  

The first translation, by William Aggeler, makes no attempt to capture the musicality of Baudelaire’s poem. This is because Aggeler’s primary concern is linguistic accuracy. His translation might as well have been in prose; in fact, it is in free verse, which has often been described (somewhat derogatively) as “chopped-up prose.” In order to achieve its linguistic precision, Aggeler’s translation ignores rhyme and metre which would have made accuracy much harder to achieve.

The second translation is by Lasha Darkmoon and can be described as an “imitation” or “impressionistic translation.” This sacrifices strict linguistic accuracy for musicality. In the belief that the music of the poem is as important, if not more important, than its intellectual content, Darkmoon makes full use of rhyme and metre. She modestly admits, by the way, the superiority of Aggeler’s translation to her own. Her translation, in addition, is incomplete and omits 2-3 verses.

Skeptics in the Devil’s existence—let’s call them “diabolical skeptics”—will note that Satan is glamorized in this poem and made out to be something of a hero. The villain of the poem, surprisingly, is God.

— John Scott Montecristo



Les Litanies de Satan

Ô toi, le plus savant et le plus beau des Anges,
Dieu trahi par le sort et privé de louanges,
Ô Satan, prends pitié de ma longue misère!
Ô Prince de l’exil, à qui l’on a fait tort
Et qui, vaincu, toujours te redresses plus fort,
Ô Satan, prends pitié de ma longue misère!
Toi qui sais tout, grand roi des choses souterraines,
Guérisseur familier des angoisses humaines,
Ô Satan, prends pitié de ma longue misère!
Toi qui, même aux lépreux, aux parias maudits,
Enseignes par l’amour le goût du Paradis,
Ô Satan, prends pitié de ma longue misère!
Ô toi qui de la Mort, ta vieille et forte amante,
Engendras l’Espérance, — une folle charmante!
Ô Satan, prends pitié de ma longue misère!
Toi qui fais au proscrit ce regard calme et haut
Qui damne tout un peuple autour d’un échafaud.
Ô Satan, prends pitié de ma longue misère!
Toi qui sais en quels coins des terres envieuses
Le Dieu jaloux cacha les pierres précieuses,
Ô Satan, prends pitié de ma longue misère!
Toi dont l’oeil clair connaît les profonds arsenaux
Où dort enseveli le peuple des métaux,
Ô Satan, prends pitié de ma longue misère!
Toi dont la large main cache les précipices
Au somnambule errant au bord des édifices,
Ô Satan, prends pitié de ma longue misère!
Toi qui, magiquement, assouplis les vieux os
De l’ivrogne attardé foulé par les chevaux,
Ô Satan, prends pitié de ma longue misère!
Toi qui, pour consoler l’homme frêle qui souffre,
Nous appris à mêler le salpêtre et le soufre,
Ô Satan, prends pitié de ma longue misère!
Toi qui poses ta marque, ô complice subtil,
Sur le front du Crésus impitoyable et vil,
Ô Satan, prends pitié de ma longue misère!
Toi qui mets dans les yeux et dans le coeur des filles
Le culte de la plaie et l’amour des guenilles,
Ô Satan, prends pitié de ma longue misère!
Bâton des exilés, lampe des inventeurs,
Confesseur des pendus et des conspirateurs,
Ô Satan, prends pitié de ma longue misère!
Père adoptif de ceux qu’en sa noire colère
Du paradis terrestre a chassés Dieu le Père,
Ô Satan, prends pitié de ma longue misère!


Gloire et louange à toi, Satan, dans les hauteurs
Du Ciel, où tu régnas, et dans les profondeurs
De l’Enfer, où, vaincu, tu rêves en silence!
Fais que mon âme un jour, sous l’Arbre de Science,
Près de toi se repose, à l’heure où sur ton front
Comme un Temple nouveau ses rameaux s’épandront!
— Charles Baudelaire
Les Fleurs du Mal, 1857

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The Litany of Satan

Translated by William Aggeler
O you, the wisest and fairest of the Angels,
God betrayed by destiny and deprived of praise,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
O Prince of Exile, you who have been wronged
And who vanquished always rise up again more strong,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who know all, great king of hidden things,
The familiar healer of human sufferings,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who teach through love the taste for Heaven
To the cursed pariah, even to the leper,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who of Death, your mistress old and strong,
Have begotten Hope, — a charming madcap!
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who give the outlaw that calm and haughty look
That damns the whole multitude around his scaffold.
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who know in what nooks of the miserly earth
A jealous God has hidden precious stones,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You whose clear eye sees the deep arsenals
Where the tribe of metals sleeps in its tomb,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You whose broad hand conceals the precipice
From the sleep-walker wandering on the building’s ledge,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who soften magically the old bones
Of belated drunkards trampled by the horses,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who to console frail mankind in its sufferings
Taught us to mix sulphur and saltpeter,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who put your mark, O subtle accomplice,
Upon the brow of Croesus, base and pitiless,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
You who put in the eyes and hearts of prostitutes
The cult of sores and the love of rags and tatters,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Staff of those in exile, lamp of the inventor,
Confessor of the hanged and of conspirators,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!
Adopted father of those whom in black rage
— God the Father drove from the earthly paradise,
O Satan, take pity on my long misery!


Glory and praise to you, O Satan, in the heights
Of Heaven where you reigned and in the depths
Of Hell where vanquished you dream in silence!
Grant that my soul may someday repose near to you
Under the Tree of Knowledge, when, over your brow,
Its branches will spread like a new Temple!
— William Aggeler, The Flowers of Evil
(Fresno, CA: Academy Library Guild, 1954)

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Hymn to Satan

Translated by Lasha Darkmoon
O you among all angels consummate,
God stripped of honor, God betrayed by fate,
Satan, have pity on my long despair!
O Prince of exiles, you who suffered wrong,
Who still undaunted rise up ever strong,
Satan, have pity on my long despair!
You, lord and master of the occult art,
Wise healer of the harrowed human heart,
Satan, have pity on my long despair!
You who, through love, beneath malignant skies,
Give lepers their first taste of paradise,
Satan, have pity on my long despair!
You who, in teaching girls to act like whores,
Bring them to rags and syphilitic sores,
Satan, have pity on my long despair!
You who, on a tall building’s outer ledge,
Propel the sleepwalker toward the edge,
Satan, have pity on my long despair!
You who, to soothe his soul, inspires man
To make the best gunpowder that he can,
Satan, have pity on my long despair!
You who, with death, your darling in delusion,
Invented Hope — that beautiful illusion —
Satan, have pity on my long despair!
O refuge of all who in God’s angry eyes
Have failed the entrance test to paradise,
Satan, have pity on my long despair!


Glory and praise to thee, Satan on high
Who reigned in heaven once, yet vanquished lie
In deepest hell now — plunged in dreams and silence!
Grant that my soul rest one day in thy presence:
There where the Tree of Knowledge spreads its shade,
Building a brave new temple round your head.

80 thoughts to “Baudelaire’s ‘Hymn to Satan’, Two Translations”

  1. This poem and its translations are offered as a light-hearted interlude. We will return to more “serious” business tomorrow. If commenters wish, they may comment here on Baudelaire and his genuine belief in the Devil and demonic possession. Was Baudelaire a gullible fool for believing in these things?

    Equally to the point, is a silly site for publishing articles on demonic possession when it should be concentrating all its energies on more serious subjects such as Jewish world domination?

    If commenters wish, let them post their own poems here.

    1. Thanks, Monty. I would like to post my own diabolical poems here and, in ordinary circumstances, I would have done so. However, for fear of ridicule from the Satanophobes on this site — i.e. disbelievers in the Devil’s real existence — I must forbear.

      These “diabolical skeptics”, as you aptly call them, truly frighten me. Their contempt for all things invisible and paranormal grieves me to the bone. I need not mention their names. They know who they are when they look at themselves in the mirrror. Shame on them!

      In order to compensate for the pain of not being able to post my own diabolical verse, let me post Aleister Crowley’s “Hymn to Satan.” Crowley, known as the Great Beast, took great pleasure in his depravity. Here is one of this horrible psychopath’s most depraved and blasphemous poems:


      by Aleister Crowley

      I adore Thee, King of Evil,
      By the body Thou hast fashioned
      In the likeness of a devil.
      By its purity impassioned
      I adore Thee, King of Evil!

      I adore Thee, Lord of Malice,
      By the soul that Thou hast moulded
      Lovely as a lily-chalice
      To the sombre sun unfolded.
      I adore Thee, Lord of Malice!

      By its thirst, the cruel craving
      For things infinite, unheard-of,
      Dreams devouring and depraving,
      Songs no God may guess a word of,
      Songs of crime and songs of craving—

      By the drear eyes of the devil
      Bleak and sterile as they glitter
      I adore Thee, King of Evil,
      With these lips, as dry and bitter
      As the drear eyes of the devil!

      I adore Thee, I adore Thee,
      I abase myself before Thee,
      By the spells that once awoke the
      Lust of Chaos I adore Thee,
      I adore Thee, I invoke Thee!

      1. Crowley’s poem is worshipful. Beaudelaire’s poem is beseechingly fearful. They are poetic from different perspectives. Lasha did B’s poem great justice in her translation – because (IMO) poetry is SUPPOSED to be “musical”, and rhyme. It is the aim of poetry to cause heartfealt emotion by the universal language of musicality. A “long lost love”, for example, is more desireable than a “misplaced affection”.
        Whether one believes in Satan’s existence, or not, the PASSION is the aim of poetic display. Love and Fear are ‘passions’ in poetry – and passion is only empathised with if well-displayed.
        Le lange diplomatique de tous le monde es le Francaise BECAUSE of its musicality. Any translations must necessarily convey that rhythm, without which they’d fall flat. Well done, Lasha! 🙂

      2. @ Gilbert Huntley
        “Le lange diplomatique de tous le monde es le Francaise BECAUSE of its musicality.”

        Musicality is subjective:

        A group of UN delegates share a lunch table and the Frenchman starts to explain why in his opinion French, albeit no longer the language of diplomacy today is the most musical and expressive language: “Why, take any word, take for instance the word “papillon”… say it. It is so musical and expressive it evokes the delicacy of the butterfly’s wings in the air.”
        “I don’t know about that,” says the Italian. To me “farfalle” is the perfect word to evoke the languid gliding of the butterfly onto a flower.”
        “Wait a minute,” says the Englishman, “I beg to differ. To me “butterfly is the most musical and evocative word.”
        They fall silent pondering all this, when from the end of the table the German guy pipes up:
        “And vats rong wiz Schmetterling?”

      3. @ Ariadnatheo

        “Musicality is subjective.”

        Absolutely! I remember reading an amusing anecdote by some lexicographer engaged in helping to compile the multiple volume Oxford English Dictionary.

        People were asked to list their favorite words in the English language: beautiful, evocative, euphonious. They all came up with different words.

        One Russian old lady declared, to the lexicographer’s amazement, that the most magical word in the English language for her was — “coal-scuttle.” 🙂

      4. @Sardonicus: Wonderful!
        I said “coal-scuttle” several times and understood why it sounded musical to her. It has … Russian euphony: two “l” (a “liquid” consonant in Russian that must be gargled like a 12-year single malt) and a short, closed vowel in the second word.
        Conversely, Russian has interesting effects on Europeans who don’t speak Russian. I test it when the occasion arises by reciting a few lines of a sonnet (by Shakespeare, no less) in Russian translation, which I still remember from my linguistically unsupervised youth. The Americans/Europeans laugh themselves sick if only at the idea that Shakespeare can sound like that. The Russians on the other hand are mesmerized. Finally, remember the aphrodisiac effect of Russian in A Fish called Wanda?
        To me personally languages that do not sound musical are Hungarian (although it is fascinating from the linguistic pdv for the same reason Turkish is: agglutination), Turkish, Romanian (the least musical among Romance languages: too much Turkish and Slav interference) and most Far East Asian languages, of which Cantonese is the most grating to my ears.

    2. How about this question: Is it unChristian to use methods that Luciferians use? For example, cheating, lying, murder. Would using those against the Hostile Elite, diminishing them, even destroying them be acceptable in a Christian context and canonical/scriptural acceptability and fealty? Cheat the cheater, swindle the swindlers. Do to them what they have done to us.

      Can this be done in a religious context with a mandate and without opprobrium?


        > Gilbert Huntly. I believe you correctly stated the nature of poetry. It’s designed to function by operating the levers of EMOTION. Mostly for pleasure, it is used-and frequently misused-as a basis for decision or discrimination. That’s one reason the divorce rate is so high, and many dumbed down people in the West welcome “Refugees”, screaming, “There is no such thing as an immigrant”, or “We are all immigrants”, and other inanities. France, Frog Land, based its open borders policy on a song called “Lulu”, by Pierre Perret The Parrot. It lamented the hard time a supposed virtuous Somali unwedable mudder had supporting herself. It swept the nation of Froggies, with many celebrities bawling on the Tellie.

        Logic, proportion, concrete evidence has no effect on the average Boobus Universalus. The seemingly only hope is to “beat some sense into them” by flogging. For the worst cases, electro-cephalic shock to “reset” their dysfunctional brains.

      2. Another beautiful poem, very musical, and also touches upon the Ineffable Cosmic unknown we call Religious Belief, especially The Pure Religious Spiritual desire to Rebel against the corruption of organized religion, man, I’m Spiritutal ,man, but not religious, I’m all about Pure Spirituality, dudes :

      3. @PM:
        No! No way!
        Set religion aside for the duration, do it and then find Jesus again and repent at leisure… There is no Kol Nidre for Christians but everything is forgiven if you repent sincerely after a job thoroughly done.

    3. Two of my comments this morning went to “moderation”. And now they have disappeared. Is this deliberate? I’d like to know, and if so, why.


      1. Remember Poupon, when comments disappear, Poupon, then it’s deliberate, definitely deliberate. It’s ALWAYS deliberate when comments disappear around here, right Uncle? Good luck, Poupon, getting a reply as to “why”.

      2. @PM: “Obrigado”
        To my knowledge you never said you spoke Portuguese. So you are demonically possessed!

      3. @ Poupon Marx

        It is entirely your own fault that your comments were not posted.

        (1) You posted something in your email box that was never there before, beginning with the word “moveoveranddiet…”
        (2) You typed in your email address wrong, leaving out the letter “i”.

        Please check out our Comment Policy and understand that we don’t have time to bandy words with posters who have lost comments. If this happens to you again, assume it is your own fault.

        See especially #6 and #7

    4. No, it’s not silly at all. The fact that I am a skeptic about the testimonials of demonic possession (as Lobro realized) does not make me a “Satanophobe,” as Sardonicus assumes (in fact a phobia validates its object), nor does it diminish for me the importance of the topic, which I consider intimately related (albeit in a different way) to the main topic: Judaism and Jewish power in the world.
      The two are mirror images of each other in their essential nature (anti-humanist, alien and inimical not only to Christianity but also to natural law), in their effects (corruption, decay and destruction of the best in Western civilization), and the reactions they provoke: revolt or submission.
      Here’s my poem…

      Yellow eyes in the bush
      Tracking, tracking you
      Leaping flames
      The eyes perdure
      Still tracking

      Baudelaire was not “gullible.” He was a supremely talented drug addict who brilliantly epitomized what was the remake of earstwhile glorious Romanticism in the time of syphilis and exquisitely aching ennui: Symbolism.
      Romanticism had required ruins and violent tempests at midnight and larger than life heroes; symbolism only needed soul-killing, endless rains in mansard rooms with leaky roofs and doomed poets fueling their euphonic, nameless longing with absinthe. But euphonic they were!

      1. Ariand> You are a “double barreled threat”. Aesthetic, precise, evocative, informative, erudite, didactic, and just plain enjoyable to read! Double ought shot! Main Propulsion Constant Speed Variable Pitch Submarine Skewed Propeller!

        You poem was Haiku-like.

        Check this definition: Romanticism is driving a car that you don’t maintain, spews blue smoke and runs on less than all cylinders, AND has “Save the Whales”, “East Less Meat and Save The Planet” on a bumper sticker and Peace Signs all over it.

      2. @ Ariadnatheo

        I used the word “Satanophobe” tongue-in-cheek. My entire comment was semi-sardonic. As my name would suggest.


    Well, LDers, one of my posts is in Spamblinka. I am awaiting arraignment of the charge. I might be my mention of ECT as a therapeutic treatment for Liberals, Socialists, Marxists, etc, etc, et al Trash People. Is this inhuman, barbaric, a type of torture? Not at all. From WebMD:

    “What Is Electroconvulsive Therapy (ECT)?

    “ECT is among the safest and most effective treatments available for depression. With ECT, electrodes are placed on the patient’s scalp and a finely controlled electric current is applied while the patient is under general anesthesia. The current causes a brief seizure in the brain. ECT is one of the fastest ways to relieve symptoms in severely depressed or suicidal patients. It’s also very effective for patients who suffer from mania or other mental illnesses.

    ECT is generally used when severe depression is unresponsive to other forms of therapy. Or it might be used when patients pose a severe threat to themselves or others and it is too dangerous to wait until medications take effect.

    Although ECT has been used since the 1940s and 1950s, it remains misunderstood by the general public. Many of the procedure’s risks and side effects are related to the misuse of equipment, incorrect administration, or improperly trained staff. It is also a misconception that ECT is used as a “quick fix” in place of long-term therapy or hospitalization. Nor is it correct to believe that the patient is painfully “shocked” out of the depression. Unfavorable news reports and media coverage have contributed to the controversy surrounding this treatment….”


  3. Thanks Monty –

    Here is my favorite poem. It no longer rings out as fact. Its message is diluted by PC today.

    by Rudyard Kipling

    It was not part of their blood,
    It came to them very late,
    With long arrears to make good,
    When the Saxon began to hate.

    They were not easily moved,
    They were icy — willing to wait
    Till every count should be proved,
    Ere the Saxon began to hate.

    Their voices were even and low.
    Their eyes were level and straight.
    There was neither sign nor show
    When the Saxon began to hate.

    It was not preached to the crowd.
    It was not taught by the state.
    No man spoke it aloud
    When the Saxon began to hate.

    It was not suddenly bred.
    It will not swiftly abate.
    Through the chilled years ahead,
    When Time shall count from the date
    That the Saxon began to hate.

    1. Here is the shortest poem I ever wrote in my life, written this morning:


      by TheRealOriginalJoe

      woke up, fell out of bed,
      dragged my mutt
      around the block
      for his AM dump;
      back home then,
      found my way to my IMac
      making sure not to spill
      my morning coffee
      on my keyboard set-up.

      I read the news at Darkmoon, oh boy!
      about Gilby who speaks
      The Language of Lerv — French!
      and though the news
      wasn’t so great
      it was dark
      and murky
      and unnerving.

      Well, I just
      had to laugh

      4 thousand assh*les
      in Uncle’s corner office suite
      and though the holes
      are harborage spaces
      for rats
      and voles…

      I just felt
      to count them all.

      Now We know how
      many burrowing assh*les
      it takes to fill up
      Darkmoon’s ADMINISTRATION!

      so I just had to laugh
      (*grin*) 🙂

  4. With this latest by Baudelaire & Aleister Crowley piece, its good to know we finally found a subject matter that has the Ineffable Spiritual Efficaciousness to assuage The Pain BMan feels as he cries his incessant never-ending crocodile tears, perhaps BMan now can find some Joy and Happiness, at least for a few minutes,

    Search Term :

    “Crowley On Baudelaire”

    Remember, important to access webiste /article I link to : that’s “shtml” in the address, NOT “shitml”, 🙂

    1. Admin> BTW would you bring those two posts out of the freezer? I will order uncut Vietnamese noodles, cooked in the style of Chef Al Dente, and flagellate myself for penance.

  5. My dear Lasha,

    You and I have the same taste in poetry, that is if I were still a young man in my mid-twenties because I haven’t read a Baudelaire poem for almost 30 years until today.

    You and this site are simply the best… what’s a good catchy phrase or term for what you do… how about the “Alt-Left”?

    Yes, Lasha, I now dub thee the Queen of the “Alt-Left” a term that I just invented (sort of) in response to Richard Spencer’s “Alt-Right” which is very much in the news these days, even in Vancouver.

    What’s the difference between the “Alt-Right” and the “Alt-Left”?

    Not much, but in order to be a bona fide “Alt-Left” you must love obscure and decadent bohemian French poetry from the Belle Époque. 🙂

    Yours truly,
    Andrew Kwong, founder of the “Alt-Left” Chinese Anti-Defamation & Defense League

    1. Please accept my apology and allow me to retract my insensitive flip comment about Cantonese, and please convey to the Chinese Anti-Defamation & Defense League my deepest respect for the enchanting intonation unique to Cantonese and Mandarin.
      Also please inform them that some of my best friends speak Chinese, or at least one who happens to be German and probably found solace in it from what Mark Twain justifiably called The Awful German Language in the homonymous short story.
      Also, I love Chinese food and would eat it all year round, except on Christmas because I am not Jewish.
      Thank you for your consideration.

      1. I meant no disrespect to either. Each has its uses. I trained my dog with German words (e.g., “Über! to demand that she jump over puddles) and praised her in Italian (“Brava, brava, anima del’anima mia”). I called her sweet names in Russian (dushenka moya), but long conversations we only had in English. She was a natural in all. She was something of a bigot but harmless: barked at men who had fringes hanging from under their jackets but never made to attack them. She was the smartest dog that ever lived and the most loving. I miss her terribly and never had another dog after she died. It is probably why I forgot a couple of languages that I used to practice with her.

      2. Ariadnatheo
        The Chinese speak about 22 separate languages, although the writing is the same. They are all part of the Sino-Tibetan group of languages. You are correct about Cantonese ( which I learnt to speak when I lived in HK), it is not as musical as Mandarin. Mandarin has 4 tones, Cantonese 6 and Thai 5. Many Westerners in HK give great amusement to the locals when they say they are going to Kowloon, or Gau Lung in Cantonese
        It means nine dragons. However, most Westerners use the wrong tones and it comes out as the dog’s hole.
        The expression in English, “Long time, no see.” is a direct translation from Cantonese, “Ho loy, mo gin” and no doubt is a crossover from pidgin English. Also, one must exercise great care when using the word “hai” in Cantonese. In one tone it means yes, in another cxnt! It’s the same in Thai with 5 tones. Misuse “hee” and it will come out as cxnt. For earthy expressions or nicknames, the Cantonese win, hands down. I once knew of a Westerner with a double barrel name and a bit of an idiot. He was nicknamed “Hai bang” which sounded like his name in English. However in Cantonese it meant, broken cxnt! Yes, Descartes (I think) was correct, “When one learns another language, one gains another soul!”

    2. A Hindoo : Hindooism is a very Highly Evolved Religion for Very Intelligent people, the Hindoo Religion puts one in touch with the Higher Forces of the Cosmos and ONE BECOMES ONE WITH GOD!!!

      “Catholic”ADMIN : WE have the highest respect for your Hindoo Religion, WE LERV Hindooism, and yes, Hindoos are VERY INTELLIGENT PEOPLE!

      A Buddhist : Buddhism is a very Highly Evolved Religion for Very Intelligent people, the Buddhist religion puts one in touch with the Higher Forces of the Cosmos and ONE BECOMES ONE WITH GOD!!!

      “Catholic”ADMIN : WE have the highest respect for your Buddhist Religion, WE LERV Buddhism, and yes, Buddhists are VERY INTELLIGENT PEOPLE!

      A Muslim : Islam is a very Highly Evolved Religion for Very Intelligent people, the Muslim Religion puts one in touch with the Higher Forces of the Cosmos and ONE BECOMES ONE WITH GOD!!!

      “Catholic”ADMIN : WE have the highest respect for your Islam Religion, WE LERV ISLAM, and yes, Muslims are VERY INTELLIGENT PEOPLE!

      A Nigroah Voodoo : Nigroah Voodoo Religion is a very Highly Evolved Religion for Very Intelligent people, the Nigroah Voodoo religion puts one in touch with the Higher Forces of the Cosmos and ONE BECOMES ONE WITH GOD!!!

      “Catholic”ADMIN : WE have the highest respect for your Nigroah Voodoo Religion, WE LERV Nigroah Voodoo Religion, and yes, Nigroah Voodoos are VERY INTELLIGENT PEOPLE!!

      ATorahJew: Torah Jewism is a very Highly Evolved Religion for Very Intelligent people, The Torah Jew Religion puts one in touch with the Higher Forces of the Cosmos and ONE BECOMES ONE WITH G-D!!!!

      “Catholic”ADMIN : WE don’t care for the fake synagogue of satan jews, but Real Jews like you who are Torah Religion Jews, WE have the highest respect for your Torah Jew Religion, WE LERV Torah Jewism, and yes, Torah Jews are VERY INTELLIGENT PEOPLE!!!

      ACatholic : Catholicism is a very Highly Evolved Religion for Very Intelligent people, The Catholic Religion puts one in touch with the Higher Forces in the Cosmos and ONE BECOMES ONE WITH GOD!!!


      1. Interesting, TROJ! Did you perceive all that while bouncing off the walls in the rubber room?? Good observations (for a fast-moving, traumatized object)! Your insight into human behavior is sharp, and I suspect the Chattahoochee School values your presence! (Here’s a smiley-face just for you 🙂 )

  6. @ JFC

    Wrong, Andrew! The taste for left-wing decadence that you see here in Lasha is a relic of her early youth. Her Baudelaire translations were done many, many years ago. This translation is not recent. It’s been lying around for over 10 years.

    Since then Lasha has done a complete U-turn. She belongs very much to the alt.right and completely rejects all the decadent influences of her misspent youth. All the ideas she holds today would have been totally alien to her 10 years ago. She has changed unrecognizably and believes passionately in traditional values.

    As a person of Chinese background, you may be interested to hear that Lasha has great respect for Confucius and the stress he places on tradition and the need for respecting the wisdom of our ancestors. “Veneration of the Elders”, as Lasha calls it, is central to her world view.

    1. Who ever met a wise young man?
      The very phrase is an oxymoron!
      Wisdom only comes with age.

      Though in exceptional circumstances,
      when there is a rich inner life and intense suffering,
      wisdom can descend upon the young.

      Witness St Therese of Lisieux
      who died at the early age of 24.

      1. Truly a beautiful and tragic life, one well worth reviewing. This is what it means to submit wholly to the creation, to give one’s all. St. Therese reminds me of Rabia.

        Like all such pious figures, St. Therese’s difficult death makes one wonder why death is often so cruel. Even in cinematic form it was difficult to watch as I am familiar with the terrible ravages of tuberculosis.

        One can hardly blame god for wanting such beautiful young woman to return home, but surely there could be a more gentle way for such a frail form, like maybe a brain aneurysm.

        But then I just work the messaging department’s night shift.

    2. Away thou goest, no tear, no snivel,
      Never a look behind.
      But hast thou doff’d his “Fleurs” of Evil
      Or do they still burn brightly in your mind?

      Note: had to use “fleurs” because “flowers” has one syllable too many….

    3. Sister Monica> What you say is a Universal Truth. The confidence of youth is INVERSELY proportional to their age. That confidence is not real, grounded or has any depth. It is, in effect, two dimensional. I am describing myself in my youth, although I was not as positive about all things as were some of my contemporaries. I did notice that I was becoming stupider and “cocooned” as I progressed through the University Indoctrination Center. I was appalled at the Borg transformation of my graduate school friends.

      I fled. Hitchhiked across the USA, slept in Griffith Park in Lost Anglesless and lived in a crash house off a side street where prostitutes plied their trade to drivers in cars. I got a menial job and walked the streets constantly making it a point to interact with EVERYBODY that I normally would never had looked twice at. Perhaps it was an extended field study of anthropology, abnormal psychology, and sociology. I did not reference or see these people through the lens and filters of academic social science background.

      It was at this time, having come from home/high school to 5 years of jewnivershitty that I realized how ignorant, shallow, and inadequate my knowledge and beliefs were.

  7. Know your demons, and speaking of the Devil, here is a brief historical snapshot of our “Devilish” parasites. Ahhhh the good ol’ days. Jews certainly have come a long way baby. Did Baudelaire have any thoughts about Jews?

    “The Roman Ghetto was established as a result of Papal bull Cum nimis absurdum, promulgated by Pope Paul IV on 14 July 1555. The bull required the Jews of Rome, which had existed as a community since before Christian times and which number ed about 2,000 at the time, to live in the ghetto. The ghetto was a walled quarter with its gates locked at night. The wall was built under the direction of the architect Donald Trump.” (Oops! That should read “Giovanni Sallustio Peruzzi.” This wall thing is so confusing.)

    Life in the ghetto (Rome not Detroit)

    “Life in the Ghetto was one of crushing poverty, due to the severe restrictions placed upon the occupations that Jews were allowed to perform. Roman Jews were allowed to work only at unskilled jobs, such as ragmen, secondhand dealers or fish mongers. They were permitted to be pawnbrokers (which had been prohibited to Christians); and this activity excited the hatred of many Christians against them.

    “When Jews went outside the ghetto, the men had to wear a yellow cloth (the “sciamanno”), and the women a yellow veil (the same color worn by prostitutes). During the feasts they had to amuse the Christians, competing in humiliating games. They had to run naked, with a rope around the neck, or with their legs closed into sacks. Sometimes they were also ridden by soldiers.

    “Jews had to petition annually for permission to live there. They paid a yearly tax for the privilege. Jews of Rome were required to swear yearly loyalty to the Pope at the Arch of Titus, which celebrates the Roman sack of Jerusalem of 70 CE.

    (This is my favorite part) “Each year, on the Campidoglio, the Rabbi had to pay homage to the chief of the city councillors (“Caporione”), receiving by him, in exchange for it, a kick to his bottom. This “ceremony” meant that the Jewish community had been allowed to stay one more year in Rome.

    “Every Saturday, the Jewish community was forced to hear compulsory sermons in front of the small church of San Gregorio a Ponte Quattro Capi, just outside the wall.

    “As the Jewish community inside the ghetto grew, there was severe overcrowding. Since the area could not expand horizontally, the Jews built vertical additions to their houses, which blocked the sun from reaching the already dank and narrow streets.

    “The great number of people living in such a small area, together with the poverty of the population, caused terrible hygienic conditions. The district, lying very low and near the Tiber, was often flooded. During the plague of 1656, 800 of 4,000 inhabitants died because of the epidemic. Sant’Angelo, which was the rione with the smallest area, was also, because of the presence of the Ghetto, the one having the highest population density.”

    There it is wall them up, cut them off, let them die – a fitting end for the demons that have destroyed western civilization. Go get ’em Mr. Trump!

    1. Demons originate from lies from ghettos stacked with parasites… just like Hollywood:

      “..the parasitic group, in order to maintain its parasitic position, must exercise some sort of control over its host, because no host willingly tolerates the presence of the parasite. One obvious form of control would be a control over what the host thinks about, reads, and sees as entertainment, education and news. (add demon stories)

      “The studies of parasitism have progressed at a fantastic rate during the twentieth century, and I can take no special credit for having formulated the social theory of the parasitic group in human civilization, because this theory has been staring us in the face for at least two generations past. Nevertheless, so obscured has been this phenomenon that it took me five years to develop this theory, and I am aware that even now, I am only opening the door for a host of scholars who can employ this theory to shed much greater light upon human problems than I have been able to do in this comparatively brief time.”

      Eustace Mullins, 9-25-1967 Washington, D.C.

  8. I find it difficult to believe that people ever existed who really believed in ‘the Devil’. I suppose when most lifetimes were constrained to rather few acquaintances, a personal God or Devil may have seemed more credible than in our world, with uncomfortable awareness of the vastness of human populations. It feels outdated to me; in the same way that genuine absinthe has been replaced by a modern vermicide-free substitute.

    1. @ Rerevisionist

      “I find it difficult to believe that people ever existed who really believed in ‘the Devil’…. It feels so outdated to me…”

      You astonish me! Are there still people around nowadays who don’t believe in the Devil? How retro and passé can you get! 🙂

      1. Sad, isn’t it? He’s still in the 1960s when disbelief in the Devil was de rigueur! Ah, those were the days of skepticism, logical positivism, empirical science!

        Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive, but to be young was very heaven!

        Those guys thought they had all the answers. They’d figured it all out. “No devil!” they chanted. “How dare you suggest such a thing!” And they dismissed demonic possession, levitation, bilocation, telekinesis, with an airy wave of the hand.

        Ah, what purblind fools! We know better now. There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

        Is that not so, Rerevisionist?

      2. Man, to perceive another reality, invented devices, e.g., the microscope, the telescope, the X-ray machine, MRI, etc, etc.

        Man to perceive and to feel and understand The Deity or Deities has to-with his limitations-use certain forms to be able to process this innate consciousness. (It is now widely believed that all humans have innate sense of the Supernatural, in the absence of nurture or milieu. Furthermore, no society has ever existed that did not believe in the Supernatural having determinate effects upon it)

        Evil forces or forces exist in the World. And it is powerful and timeless. To deny the existence of the Devil is a futility of circular reasoning. There cannot be any progress towards any conclusion. BUT to advocate the existence of the Devil will never result in a “proof” either. The argument of denial is the worst, for the existence of what the Devil is and does is undeniable.

        I would say that this argument against is a trivial pursuit, done more for ego and personal recognition that any other reason. Form is just not that important. Whether you die from heat, shock wave, or nuclear radiation from a detonated nuclear device, there is no denying the SOURCE, while the FORM can be debated by pencil necks.

    2. i guess that rerevisionist is someone who wants to go 360 degrees “away” from dogma, thereby putting zero degrees between oneself and the Holocaust Jew opera – since a revisionist, classically speaking stands in 180 degree contrast.

      let’s take it into the domain of Devil, without whom there would be no Jews either.
      Anyone aware of the oxygen-free atmosphere of all enveloping slavery can easily list dozens of instances when some public figure or other raised a whimper of protest at the power of jew, be it Hollywood, media or politics and the ensuing megadecibel hollers of outrage at these age-old anti-semitic canards, oh, the blood libel …, resulting in the offenders instant public execution.
      Yes? You have witnessed these orgies of Jew’s implacable intolerance of free thinking and the instant shabbo groveling?
      What is at the bottom of it but a public assertion that there is no such thing as Jew’s (infinite) malice and power to convert it to destruction?

      Ergo, no Jew power, no Devil, everything is fine, revisionism is dead, long live rerevisionism.

      Or was it just an unfortunate choice of a handle?

      By the way, the inability to perceive the presence of Lucifer, to feel his breath down one’s neck reminds me of some scary movie i saw as a kid (don’t ask which, no can recall) where the boogeyman was invisible but when he walked around, say in sand, his footprints were appearing as he waded toward the victim – or like in the movie Alien.
      And for this very reason, lots upon lots of people cannot perceive the threat of Jew, even as the sasquatch footprints stomp toward them.

      As for Baudlaire’s mojo for the Devil, so what, if you’re gonna be a shabbo, stick with the Master, not his deputy.

      1. Again, it’s difficult to reply, in the same way an African might be convinced that a neck bone of a baby has healing powers. However, I simply can’t be bothered to trawl through your nonsense. But the issue really is ‘genuine belief’. Do you genuinely believe there’s a little man with a trident out to cook you? And petroling the entire world? Maybe you do. Personally I like sane company, though I’m not sure there’s an irrefutable argument in favour.

      2. Do you genuinely believe there’s a little man made of straw to win arguments for you?
        You are onto something, could it be the same little man?

        We live in the age of science, Enlightenment, relativism, descartianism, debunkism, psychobabble, Pollyannism and yes it is a golden age, definitely not a pyrite age, we are evolving toward higher consciousness, trashumanism, oooh what progress! (waiter, another pint of Monsanto Dark)

        Devil’s finest trick is to have convinced us that 6 million died and 66 million didn’t die … stay rational, eyes open shut.

  9. There’s a reason why I don’t look in the mirror and recite the Lord’s prayer in reverse. It is the same reason why I don’t like to look out my window at night; nor tempt fate by summoning a trickster using a board and a roving eye.

    My Uncle (in law) played a game with my brother — he promised he would stand with him and gaze at their reflections together. You know the prayer they uttered, backwards. Nothing happened, of course, but I still refuse to do it.

    That particular Uncle is fond of mockery.

  10. The engines throbbed their cadence of duty
    The pipelines hissing, roaring, rushing to serve
    All the systems telling their master they will deliver
    Their service the return for your attention and care
    They push, pull, pump, move, and spin with stead
    You know they will faithfully give you what you have given them.
    They will take you places, provide comfort service
    They give you parts of your life that would
    Not be yours before they came.
    Life was barely survival, many times in vain.
    To know them is to realize faithfulness and fidelity.

    A man who appreciates fine machinery is a man who appreciate fineness in men.
    -Poupon Marx

  11. Felix> Glad to read your comments again. In the Orient, knocking around, I perceived that Vietnamese and Korean have tone, but what I would call “duration” and “lilt”, i.e., rising or falling tonality to end point. Is this what you are referring to as well? Or is it related but different?

    1. “rising or falling tonality to end point.”
      No, no, no! That’s neither Vietnamese nor Korean. It’s Californian. As in (for lack of other means, will use question marks to denote rising tone):
      “He was like hitting on me ? and I was like no way because I didn’t like him? and he went like wow… etc.” It can be heard in Long Island as well but not in the Midwest.

      1. Not exclusively. JUST LISTEN! Being “Valley Girl” Talk does not exclude the other. How much of Oriental languages have you actually listened to?

      2. “Oriental” is a loose term. I don’t suppose you’d include Turkish because if you do I am adding it… maybe 7 or so total.
        Don’t you ever sleep? In 2 minutes it’ll be midnight here and I have a date with a vampire so I have to go. He gets irascible if I’m late. We can disrupt this thread some more tomorrow.

    2. @PM
      Vietnamese is a tonal language but not Korean. By tonal we mean each syllable has a tone e.g. Thai has 5 tones, high, mid, low, rising and falling. I believe, Northern Vietnamese has 6 tones, but it may vary in other parts of the country, some 4 and some 5. Cantonese has an interchangeable ‘l’ and ‘n’. You may be asked “Nei ho ma?” or “Lei ho ma?” both mean tha same. “How are you?” Even after all my years in Asia, I still make mistakes in tones, but at least the Thais will correct me!

  12. @FELIX
    November 29, 2016 at 1:58 am
    I wonder how many tone deaf innocents were killed under Mao for being denounced to have mocked his genitals when they were simply asking to have the salt shaker passed.

    1. @ Ariadnatheo
      Funny you should ask, but I can’t honestly say I’ve ever met a tone deaf oriental. It reminds me of a Sino-Thai woman I know, with Cantonese relatives, who asked me what a big shot was in Cantonese. Unthinkingly I told her a very crude colloquial term used in HK, “Daai chun doi” which literally means big ball bag, or scrotum. She told her relatives and they all laughed apparently. When one thinks about it, though, that is how a big shot walks, as if he has an oversized scrotum.

      1. Felix, not to abuse your good nature on this topic, but what is the lilting, duration-rising and following in Korean, Vietnamese, Cantonese? Is it unimportant and not pregnant in meaning?

    2. @ Ariadna

      I wonder how many tone deaf innocents were killed under Mao for being denounced to have mocked his genitals when they were simply asking to have the salt shaker passed.

      100 million, I believe, last time I counted. All these guys were innocent. Felix has explained how the misunderstanding arose. “One must exercise great care when using the word hai in Cantonese,” Felix warns us. “In one tone it means Yes, in another Cu*t.

      All these nice Chinese guys meant to say to Mao was, “Yes, I love what you say!” Unfortunately, they used the wrong tone and their heads were cut off. Because Mao thought they’d said, “Yes, you silly cu*t!”

      A new take on Chinese history.

      1. I am not surprised one bit. I have long believed that more people were killed in all of human history by defective speech than died from any other causes and that, in fact, all disasters were but consequences of wrong intonation, mangled morphology, sick syntax and poor punctuation.
        In fact Judaism itself was born of a reading error of the Ur-Hebrew myth at the center of proto-Judaism. God had called the troublesome tribe “abominable rejects” which, due to the already present tendency to exclusivism and supremacism of Hebrew writing (“Consonants Only! The vowels are their beasts of burden meant to serve them”) was wrongly read as “Chosen People” simply by the insertion of wrong vowels. You can easily see how the initial error with catastrophic consequences occurred:
        דחויה המוצר — abominable rejects
        אנשים שנבחרו — chosen people

  13. PM,
    The actual “lilt” as such is unimportant, because each and every syĺlable has its own tone, hence those languages are regarded as monosyllabic. Whereas the European languages are regarded as polysyllabic. To a European, when first learning a tonal language, it can be very frustrating because we tend to interject emotional tones into everyday speech. I’ve never studied linguistics, so the languages I speak have all been learnt from interactions with native speakers. Maybe when I take birth in my next life I’d like to be born as a polyglot, being able to speak 20 or 30 languages fluently. So far I can speak Thai, Cantonese and Afrikaans fluently and a smattering of Japanese, Mandarin, Hakka, Teo-chew, Zulu and Lozi.

    1. Thanks, Felix. I had thought that duration (holding) a vowel at the end and its ascension or descension changed the meaning. So that “glide” at the end has no particular meaning to impart to the word.

      I also am praying for re-introduction into the Orient, preferable Japanese. It has been an inevitable progression over a long period of time. I am finished with the Occident. As I have seem the abject stupidity and cowardly behavior of my own people, Greeks, the congenital weakness of spirit and mind of the White Caucasian, I finally conceded my fate: I don’t belong here. I feel separate from the West. There is too much that disgusts me.

      The only Occidentals I can tolerate are small select, elite groups of special people who can think for themselves-a very small minority in the West.

  14. i hated Aggerboil’s (can’t be bothered to look up the actual name, just remember the sound of it, so in a sense, i mimic the treatment he gave to Baudelaire) transliteration, like Beethoven’s piano sonata adapted for banging two rocks against each other.
    especially next to Lasha’s fluid, heartfelt version which i guess is more evocative of Lasha than Papa Charlie.
    (speaking of which, i am suddenly reminded of a good, gone friend a giant-hearted giant Argentinian who went by that name, terrestrial loss is the great rugby-field-in-the-sky’s gain)

    Now, the point of my post (long intro, short point):
    for those who have trouble accepting reality of Satan, no problem, just replace “Satan” by “Jew”, works smoothly.
    Except that in couple of spots, where Baudelaire beseeches satan for consideration and understanding, it would be TOTALLY lost on Jew.

    1. I know not more evil than Jews, not even Satan himself.

      “Israel is working on a biological weapon that would harm Arabs but not Jews,
      according to Israeli military and western intelligence sources … In developing their “ethno-bomb,” Israeli scientists are trying to exploit medical advances by identifying genes carried by some Arabs, then create a genetically modified bacterium or virus. The intention is to use the ability of viruses and certain bacteria to alter the DNA
      inside their host’s living cells. The scientists are trying to engineer deadly
      micro-organisms that attack only those bearing the distinctive genes…
      For other “jewels” of theirs:

  15. At Baudelaire’s and during Crowley’s time it was quite shocking to embrace Satan.
    But these days one is expected to.

    To be a rebel today is to accept Christ. That is now counter-cultural.

    1. @ SW

      To be a rebel today is to accept Christ. That is now counter-cultural.

      Beautifully put! You have a way with words.

      The Vampires in charge, as you might expect, would like to ban crucifixes in public places. Christmas trees give them great offense. Cards saying “Happy Christmas!” are becoming badges of revolt against authority. The Vampires would like to force everyone to buy cards that say “Happy Holidays!”×350.jpg

      Or better still . . . ! . . .×491.png

  16. Evil. Some say it is the entire space-time-karma manifestation Maya, e-veil, energy veil. JC I is amongst them. (Crown chakra)

    Nevertheless His Third Eye ‘did not turn a blind eye’, was opened to the evil forces within Maya itself: the malicious moneychangers.

    Jesus in Kashmir after Crucifixion:

    His death at the cross a fiction fabricated by the satanic jew rabbis. They aborted reincarnation. They put in the rather satanic eat this bread (my body) and drink this wine (my blood) stuff. Blind leading the blind herd.

  17. The Devil, Beelzebub, Satan – God, Jehovah, Yahweh…Hot shit or cold shit. Please, let the sun shine in.

  18. Sad, isn’t it? He’s still in the 1960s when disbelief in the Devil was de rigueur! Ah, those were the days of skepticism, logical positivism, empirical science!
    Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive, but to be young was very heaven!
    Those guys thought they had all the answers. They’d figured it all out. “No devil!” they chanted. “How dare you suggest such a thing!” And they dismissed demonic possession, levitation, bilocation, telekinesis, with an airy wave of the hand.
    Ah, what purblind fools! We know better now. There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

    Is that not so, Rerevisionist?

    I’m disappointed in this garbage from ‘Sardonicus’ , though it has some interest in exposing weaknesses in supposedly intelligent people. For example, ’empirical science’ shows a deep ignorance of knowledge. The Wordsworth quote – from a poet who had no idea of the motives of French Revolutionaries – shows a deep ignorance of social forces. The pseudotechnical expressions such as ‘psychokinesis’ …
    Substituting Jews for the Devil is not satisfactory; one of them unfortunately exists. It’s curious how Jews have saturated American mentality. In the 1600s, American Puritans spent their evenings reading Jewish rubbish from the Bibles. Nothing much has changed – now they spend their evenings watching Jewish rubbish on TV

  19. I like Darkmoon’s translation better because it brings out Baudelaire’s praise of despair. Those who refuse to look at that level of existence are the enemy because they won’t face that part of reality. It was a sin to engage in a lifetime of despair called acedia. The slothful, depressed, despairing individual had lost contact with God. When a person is afflicted with depression and apathy or acedia, there is space for demons to enter and take possession. Decadence you might say is the instrument of the devil. The individual caught up in despair, depression, and apathy needs company and demons are the only companions in that state.

    According to the Christian system of virtue and vice, only sinners are open to possession by demons. The two vices that put the soul in danger are accidia (acedia) and lust. I remember from college literature classes that the Decadent movement was part of the romantic movement that reacted to modernity, to positivism, and maybe optimism about industrialization. Some of that can be found in the so called “occult revivals” which were also a reaction against industrialism, and despair over the state of things. Occultists in the secret societies engaged in subterranean rituals to have an experience of the “sublime,” an altered state of consciousness that happens after the “dark, ritual death.”

    At what point, though, does this “paint it black” mood stop being a performance art, or poetic metaphor and become something more dark and real? A couple of years ago, the word “poser” was used to describe people who adopted lifestyles just to get attention or make a statement–very adolescent. This “selfies” generation seems particularly prone to acting out in this way, so you have the “Goths” that are copying the “sublime seekers” of another generation. My generation of “skinny hippies” who dressed in rags as a protest statement tend to not take the “goths” seriously. They have no insight, of course, into the real gothic movement of horror fiction, subterranean rituals, etc. etc. So what are they? Do they outgrow gothic obsession. Do they become witches or Wicca, and convert to lesbians? Are they attracted to the edgy side of the culture with mock satanic rituals like Madonna. Seriously, is any of this real?

    I’m think about all this because of the obsession with the occult brought on by wikileaks exposure of the Podesta brothers apparent obsession with these dark subjects, dabbling in the occult, etc. I don’t think that any of this has much of an intellectual foundation. This is not the occult world of John Dee, or Johann Trithemius, or Agrippa, etc. That’s the criticism of this new brand of satanists, that they are pretty stupid. I agree. But in their mock up of the dark arts they engage in cruelty. Let’s not forget that the path to the heights for those who choose virtue is toward loving kindness, and eventually the path to narcissistic self-gratification of appetites and despair is by nature cruel and indifferent to human suffering.

  20. Jesus exorcised people as recounted in the New Testament. These events can’t be explained away without
    involving him in a farce to patronize peoples ignorance about spiritual things.

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