"The person of Austin Osman Spare (1888-1956) is a splendid example of misunderstood and forgotten genius. Deserving the fame of Beardsley, he is now almost unknown outside the occult scene. Trained in ceremonial magic under A. Crowley, he later created his own ZOS KIA CULTUS, which can be called "urban shamanism". The famous sigilization, some Chaos Magick principles, etc. bear his influence. Besides many breath-taking art pieces of painting he left several books where the passion of Blake meets Nietzsche's harshness."

I tasted the fever of Your existence

seems like cold grain to my mouth

I stand aside, I stay away

transmuting my quicksilver blood

KIA - that I may see

ZOS - that I may touch

insipid are the describing words

the self needs no vulgar praise

This worship has no supplications

my rite is to live and do

things naked, pure, of honest lust

the throbbing vortex feeds on it all

Sleep is the best of possible prayers

the winged eyes are blessed to see

downtrodden deception of every torment

transpierced hymens my lust adores

Many images yet one raw flesh

animal steps I love to tread

an ideal point where Time is Space

memory giant sores this journey must heal

Lady of Mourning and her monsters

lay down the scythes for here I come

joyful and priapic my baby soul

a new-born one, ten million years old