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Remembering Jim Morrison,
The Poet
In his own words:
"Each day
is a drive through history."
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"No one thought up Being.
He who thinks he has please step
forward."
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"In that year there
was an intense visitation of energy.
I left school and went down to the beach to live.
I slept on a roof.
At night the moon became a woman's face.
I met the spirit of music."
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"Look where we worship."
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"No eternal reward will forgive us now
for wasting the dawn."
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"We are perched headlong on the edge of boredom."
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"We are obsessed with heroes
who live for us and whom we punish."
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"Give me songs to sing
and emerald dreams to dream,
and I will give you love unfolding."
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"I think I'm getting a cerebral erection."
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"Music is your special friend
dance on fire as it intends."
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"When the music's over, turn out the lights."
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"In ancient communities
'the stranger' was sensed
as the greatest menace."
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"I will not come out.
You must come in to me:
Inside my head where I have constructed
a Universe to rival the real."
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"Doesn't the ground swallow me when I die,
or the sea, if I die at sea?"
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"O stewardess,
how lovely you are,
someday you may pour wine
for the tired man."
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"Death make angels of us all
and gives us wings
where we had shoulders
smooth as ravens claws."
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"Lets swim to the moon
lets climb through the tide
penetrate the evening
the city sleeps to hide."
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"I am troubled
immeasurably
by your eyes
I am struck
By the feather
of your soft
Reply
The sound of glass
Speaks quiet
Disdain
And conceals
What your eyes fight
To explain"
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The Opening of The Trunk
"Moment of inner freedom
when the mind is opened & the
infinite Universe revealed
& the soul is left to wander
dazed & confus'd searching
for teachers & friends."
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"I see myself as a huge fiery comet,
a shooting star.
Everyone stops, points up and gasps,
"Oh look at that!"
Then - whoosh - and I'm gone...
and they'll never see anything like it ever again...
and they won't be able to forget me - ever."
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"This is the strangest life I've ever known."
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"Awake
Shake the dreams from your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day
The day's divinity
First thing you see.
A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by its quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy.
The music and voices are all around us.
Choose, they croon, the Ancient Ones
The time has come again.
Choose now, they croon."
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Metamorphose:
"An object is cut off from its name,
habits, associations. Detached, it becomes only
the thing, in and of itself.
When this disintegration into pure existence
is at last acheived, the object is free to become
endlessly anything."
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"Beneath the moon
Beside the ancient lake
Enter the again the sweet forest,
Enter the hot dreams,
Come with us
Everything is broken up and dances."
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"The program for this evening
is not new. You have seen
This entertainment thru & thru.
You've seen your birth, your
life & death; you might recall
all of the rest - (did you
have a good world when you
died?) - enough to base
a movie on?"
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To be continued...
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Photo by Sally ^
Photo below
is by Frank Lisciandro
