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INTRODUCTION

UNSEEN SUPREME
  • NEW JACK CITY PGS 1-8
    By Alan Moore and Rick Veitch

    SELECTED WRITINGS
  • "HOLY SMOKE"
  • "MAII.23.HOR.6.POST MERIDIEM. MORTIAK."


    SCRIPTS
  • "THE MIRROR OF LOVE"


    1963
  • WHAT HAPPENED TO THE ANNUAL?
  • INTERVIEW WITH AFFABLE AL


    PERFORMANCE ART
  • THE BIRTH CAUL
    By Alan Moore, David J, Tim Perkins
  • THE MOON AND SERPENT GRAND EGYPTIAN THEATRE OF MARVELS
    By Alan Moore, David J, Tim Perkins
  • BROUGHT TO LIGHT
    By Alan Moore and Gary Lloyd



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    ALAN MOORE

    Maii. 23. hor. 6 post meridiem. Mortlak.

    Concerning a New System of Navigation : Now the Stone is full of white smoke. Suddenly, there seemed to come out ofmy Oratory a Spiritual Creature, like Barthlet Grene, who was burnt, walking, as it were, hither and thither among the flames, but that his face did not appear. And now it seems to me that, with his fingers, he is shaping from the tops of the flames a whole book, covered with moss three inches at the head. It hath no clasps; it is plain.

    We departed, each to his own bed, where I found my wife awake attending to a thing with her in a chain: an ugly thing, like a Devil. Being else alone, I then told her, and said, Jane, I see that there is no other remedy, but as hath been said of our cross-matching, so it must needs be done.

    Thereupon she fell a weeping and trembling for a quarter of an hour. Suddenly, there seemed to come out of my Oratory a Spiritual Creature, like Queen Elizabeth, a pretty girl of seven or nine years of age. She very speedily pulled off her glove and gave me her hand to kiss. She bringeth a little book out of her pocket. She pointeth to a picture in the book: A man like Barthlet Grene, who was burnt, stands in a fiery globe of my height, accompanied by some hundred of puppets, my unkind Countrymen! O unthankfull Countrymen! O brainsick, rash, spiteful and disdainfull Countrymen!

    Here the Queen's Majesty to my great comfort openeth all her apparel, and herself all naked, and showeth her shame also to Edward Kelly: He is here again. He sits in a chair of crystal, with the book in his lap, and the measuring rod in his right hand, and the glass vial in his left hand. Author of Death. Upon a scroll, like the edge of a carpet, it is written that we two had our wives in such sort, as we might use them in a Temple built with red oil. After dinner, as E.K. was alone, there appeared to him little creatures of a cubit high. Their faces be like burning gold, that seemeth to pray in a strange language, saying, Here is a Town they call Webley. Here is Beudley. Here is Mortimers Clybery. Here is wild Wenlock. Here is Ludlow. Here is Stanton Lacy. But the women disliked utterly this last doctrine.

    The Book remaineth hanging in the air. E.K espied in it a little naked boy. Now he is turned into a water which goeth round about and in the midst of it is blood, not coming out of my Fundament, but at a little, as it were a pin hole ofthe skin. You must never use the Garment after, but that once only, neither the book. He drew out much fire out of his mouth, like a white wrinkled Curtain. He is in the Stone now. The planets and fixed stars hangeth from his neck by a blue lace. I hear a marvellous noise, as ofmany Mountains falling. He hath like feathers of puke on his neck, and behold, I will suffer no Creature female to enter within this place. Neither shall the things that be opened unto you be revealed unto your wives: Cosmography. Helicosophy. Menandy. Hypogeidy. Zography. Archimasty. Be patient, for I told you it would be tedious. Whose man are you?

    After this appeared a thing like a white Crown of Crystal, naked all over: Edward Kelly. He is here again, kneeling and praying with his rod up; with a Bible about his neck, like a Doctor; with his hair sparse, like the edge of a carpet, and the Name of the Lord shall be the Watchman of thee, O City. And as he reached into the furnace there appeared a great light, as if there had been a window in the back ofthe furnace. At length he said, with all his teeth fiery, What a Land! What People! What manners!

    Now I feel a huffing thing go from my head, and leaveth a darkness like a cloud round about THE BRITISH EMPIRE. All is disappeared, and the Stone seems clear.

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