| "Would you know the single craving of my blood - the craving that burns in me more fiercely than hunger in a starving beast of prey - the one desire, to gratify which, I would desparately dare and defy all men? Listen then! A nectar, bitter-sweet - like the last kiss on the lips of a discarded mistress - is the secret charm of my existence; green as the moon's light on a forest pool it glimmers in my glass; eagerly I quaff it, and, as I drink, I dream. Not of foolish |  |
things. No! Not of dull saints and smooth landscapes in heaven and wearisome prudish maids; but of glittering bacchantes, nude nymphs in a dance of hell, flashing torrents and dazzling mountain-peaks, of storm and terror, of lightning and rain, of horses galloping, of flags flying, of armies marching, of haste and uproar and confusion and death!" Wormwood: A Drama of Paris, by Marie Corelli, 1890 |
This webpage is currently under construction. This site will contain information and history on Absinthe, as well as artwork, poetry and places to buy. For those interested, Aleister Crowley wrote a short story on Absinthe entitled Absinthe: The Green Goddess, which I have posted here for your enjoyment. You can contact me at drab_four@bigfoot.com if you have any questions or comments.
