>>14287415The Rite of the Black Sun
And below, as if at the foot of the bitter slope,cruelly despairing at the heart,gapes the circle of the six crosses,very low
as if embedded in the mother earth,
wrenched from the foul embrace of the mother
who drools.
The earth of black coalis the only damp placein this cleft rock.
The Rite is that the new sun passes through seven points before blazing on the orifice of the earth.
And there are six men,
one for each sun,
and a seventh man
who is the sun
in the raw
dressed in black and in red flesh.
But, this seventh man
is a horse,
a horse with a man leading him.
But it is the horsewho is the sunand not the man.
At the anguish of a drum and a long trumpet,
strange,
the six men
who were lying down,
rolling level with the ground,
leap up one by one like sunflowers,
not like sunsbut turning earths,water lilies,and each leapcorresponds to the increasingly somberand restrainedgong of the drumuntil suddenly he comes galloping, at vertiginous speed,
the last sun,the first man,
the black horse with a
naked man,
absolutely naked
and virgin
riding it.
After they leap up, they advance in winding circles
and the horse of bleeding meat rears
and prances without a stop
on the crest of his rock
until the six men
have surrounded
completely
the six crosses.
Now, the essence of the Rite is precisely
