{"id":17461,"date":"2025-10-31T12:52:48","date_gmt":"2025-10-31T16:52:48","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/gornahoor.net\/?p=17461"},"modified":"2025-10-31T12:52:48","modified_gmt":"2025-10-31T16:52:48","slug":"creatura","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/gornahoor.net\/?p=17461","title":{"rendered":"Creatura"},"content":{"rendered":"

The following poem was written under the pseudonym “Monos” for Volume 4 of Julius Evola’s “La Torre” magazine. For those who have been paying close attention, the journey he describes here will be familiar.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

I am alone with myself,
\nand yet the principle that births me
\nstill hides its deepest roots from me.<\/p>\n

I live,
\nand my thirst finds no quenching in the waters\u2014
\nit rises anew once sated, spent;
\nlike the sun that scorches and seeds the earth,
\nor fire that turns within its own core. <\/p>\n

The world encircling me
\nresembles a dream unveiling to the slumbering mind
\nthe ever-shifting face of the abyss.<\/p>\n

All bonds have frayed and fallen away;
\nI possess only myself\u2014
\nand the desires that stir within,
\nthe longings that await fulfillment.
\nWhat more could I crave,
\nif not a self more wholly mine?<\/p>\n

I must not place my \u201cI\u201d outside of myself,
\nnor exile my inner law, my flowering\u2014
\nno, shatter them in the profound depths,
\nremake myself as something other than myself,
\nin order to claim them truly as my own.<\/p>\n

Strip sound of its weight,
\nflame of its glow and burning.
\nGrasp creatures by the living core of their naked soul\u2014
\nbut be not bound to them.<\/p>\n

Rend the timber and its trembling leaves
\nto vapor, to gusts that whirl
\nat the blossom\u2019s edge of nothingness.<\/p>\n

Draw upward the downward-drifting spirits
\ntoward stark and barren heights;
\nburn them, purify them to save their virtue,
\nyet leave them unharmed.<\/p>\n

Should the soul spill itself forth upon the world,
\nit swells at once with ravenous hunger,
\nferments like an impure seed,
\nand breeds its own undoing\u2014death.
\nFrom this descent, light and shadow take root;
\nit seeks itself, growing twisted, malformed limbs.<\/p>\n

Yet the flame must consume itself.<\/p>\n

What has a name is impure;
\nwhat lives is stained with craving,
\nburned by a thirst that neither lessens nor is sated.<\/p>\n

Perdition arrays itself against me;
\nblind shadow cloaks my heart.
\nI bear fire along my frame\u2014
\nI blaze, I ravage the soil\u2014
\nfor this sharp yearning never ebbs.<\/p>\n

Thus the flame erupts if it recognizes its food\u2014
\nbut what could the One ever take away from itself?<\/p>\n

The imperfect image?
\nThe will to see itself,
\nto possess itself in the creature?<\/p>\n

And here is the heavy earth,
\nand here the strong and unharmed creature\u2014
\nand I penetrate it in vain.<\/p>\n

The world lies beyond me,
\nand perhaps no labor of love
\nis worth the crossing to its shore.<\/p>\n

Yet in my heart dwells the secret spring,
\nand I alone must be transformed if my life is truly to blossom.<\/p>\n

For this is death,
\nand I cannot, I can no longer burn in vain.<\/p>\n

It is like a plant fixed beneath the sun,
\nclutched by the roots of the dark earth,
\nthat stretches its pale leaves,
\nwhich is yet forever barred from cresting its final peak.<\/p>\n

It is like a flame starved of sustenance,
\nstraining to fracture and fold inward once more.<\/p>\n

Where lies the shoot that quickens my own life?<\/p>\n

Within me is the day, high and serene;
\nwithin me is the night, pure and without echoes;
\nand my soul releases them as living images
\nwhere the thirst seems to fade.<\/p>\n

Now let there be peace.<\/p>\n

Higher still is silence\u2014
\nthe spring that pours forth without sound.<\/p>\n

I wish to withdraw into myself,
\ninto the pure soul,
\ninto the spirit freed from the coarse etchings
\nthat incline it downward.<\/p>\n

I must no longer will the world,
\nbut let it fade away, seized thus by its own fate.<\/p>\n

Within me lies sorrow\u2019s seed\u2014
\nI must quench it utterly,
\nthat creatures might be freed:
\nplucked from their stems like tender leaves,
\nburned in the perfect light.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

The following poem was written under the pseudonym “Monos” for Volume 4 of Julius Evola’s “La Torre” magazine. For those who have been paying close attention, the journey he describes here will be familiar. I am alone with myself, and yet the principle that births me still hides its deepest … Continue reading →<\/span><\/a><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":236,"featured_media":17465,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"fifu_image_url":"https:\/\/substackcdn.com\/image\/fetch\/$s_!Wz8E!,w_1272,c_limit,f_webp,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep\/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F6173e835-ce46-4302-acc9-807a04eeb10b_1170x1050.png","fifu_image_alt":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[1410,120,1407],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-17461","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-alchemy","category-poetry","category-translation"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/gornahoor.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17461","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/gornahoor.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/gornahoor.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gornahoor.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/236"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gornahoor.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=17461"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/gornahoor.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17461\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17464,"href":"https:\/\/gornahoor.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17461\/revisions\/17464"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gornahoor.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/17465"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/gornahoor.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=17461"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gornahoor.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=17461"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gornahoor.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=17461"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}