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Post by TheWallsScreamedPoetry on Dec 22, 2004 17:10:36 GMT
It is not known how many notebooks Morrison destroyed and how many were mislaid never to be found (yet) but there are many fine examples of his work from loose sheets of paper and journals giving us a feel for what went though the Poets mind as he created his art. Frank Lisciandro has proved himself a worthy gaurdian of Jim's poetic legacy as seen by the two volumes of poetry he has championed in the late 80s and 1990. As to what remains unseen Frank has hinted that he is trying to persuade the Coursons to relent and allow more of this work to see the light of day and considering Corky was in a coma during the trial (he came out of it near the end of proceedings his health does not look so bright so perhaps we may yet see Volume 3 of the lost writings sooner rather than later. Here are a few examples of Jim's notebooks between 1965 and 1971
Time works like acid Stained eyes You see time fly
The face changes as the heart beats & breathes
We are not constant We are an arrow in flight The sum of the angles of change
Her face changed in the car eyes & skin & hair remain the same. But a hundred similar girls succeed each other.
Fear is a porch where winds slide thru in the North A face at the Window that becomes a leaf An eagle sensing its disaster But soaring gracefully above A rabbit shining in the night
Are they sullen & slow? Do they have great desire? Or are they one of the multitude who walk doubting their impossible regret. Certainly things happen & reoccur in continuous promise; All of us have found a safe niche where we can store up riches & talk to our fellows on the same premise of disaster.
But this will not do. No, this will never do. There are continents & shores which beseech our understanding. Seldom have we been so slow. Seldom have we been so far.
My only wish is to see Far Arden again.
The cat drinks little cat laps form a sick Turquoise swimming pool.
(Insane couplings out in the night.)
America, I am hook'd to your Cold white neon bosom, & suck snake-like thru the dawn, I am drawn back home your son in exile in the land of Awakening What dreams possessed you To merge in the morning?
‘I been in a daze’
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Post by mywildlove4371 on Jul 14, 2005 18:01:35 GMT
wow cool A few of those are ones i had never read before!! thnks alex..and If it isnt said enough.. thankyou for the hard work you put into this site!! I have made a lot of really cool friends off here!! Hope to see you all next summer!
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Post by TheWallsScreamedPoetry on Jul 27, 2006 10:36:46 GMT
here are a couple of examples from Jim's notebooks which may not have been seen much before.....they come from an auction house who were selling them and the comments are theirs.
Jim Morrison Handwritten "Nietzsche" Prose
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Jim Morrison's admiration of 19th century German philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche is showcased here with historical accuracy in this unpublished prose. The details of Nietzsche's nervous breakdown in January 1889 are well-documented. He did, indeed, throw "his arms around the animals neck and burst into tears". The reference to contracting syphillis as a young man and carrying "the germs of chaos all his years" also is factual. The reference to Richard Wagner is interesting as well since Nietzche became a close friend of the German composer while he was teaching in Switzerland. Some of Nietzsche's last years were spent in an asylum. Perhaps Morrison's interpretation of that period in the philosopher's life are summed up: "When at last despaired of embodying in words his entire world of thought, he let those forces sweep through him and explode chambers in his brain".
Also during an impromptu pre-concert, backstage performance at upstate New York's Saratoga Performing Arts Center on September 11th 1968 with the 'Feast Of Friends' film crew on hand, Morrison takes a seat at the grand piano and devises the clever and astute "Ode to Friedrich Nietzche." During the spontaneous performance, Morrison specifically refers to the horse whipping incident referenced in this page of handwritten prose.
Jim Morrison "Andalusian Bitch" Handwritten Prose
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While we've found no reference to "The Andalusian Bitch" in any of Morrison's published writings, we have determined Morrison's prose is a result of his viewing the 1929 Luis Bunuel/Salvador Dali surrealist film, 'Un Chien Andalou.' "The artist's own hand..." refers to Bunuel's appearance in the film where he sharpens a straight blade and slits an eye (close-up.) "Cloud razors slash at the moon" is a reference to a shot of thin, dark clouds passing in front of a silvery moon.
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Post by cobriaclord on Jul 27, 2006 15:45:20 GMT
Very nice, you can tell that Morrison really understood the works of Nietzche.
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Post by itisstillnovember on Jul 30, 2006 7:48:41 GMT
Very interesting!!
Thanks for sharing.
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Post by TheWallsScreamedPoetry on Jan 8, 2011 12:05:21 GMT
Thank you, O Lord For the white blind light A city rises from the sea I had a splitting headache from which the future's made.
Tender island Night And a promise of fever & scars that burst at blossom depths & more green silver
Us wrestling in the warm temple of summer beside the temple cool inside -He took my hand. He spoke to me-
Black horse hooves galloping sun mad chariot race burning mad fiery chariot race mad girl & mad boy My feathered son flew too near to the sun.
Still wet from a strange dream dawn burst scarring the chamber's roof where all things lie
I sat w/her & sipped cold sherry
Airport.
(Caesura = ante-room to hell)
We awoke, talking. Telling dreams. an explosion during the night
A new siren. Not cop, Fire, New York ambulance or european movie riot news but the strange siren predicting war. She ran to the window. The yellow thing had risen.
Dreams are at once fruit & outcry against an atrophy of the senses.
Dreaming is not solution.
The sidewalkers moved faster We joined the current. Suddenly the cops, plastic shields & visors, wielding long thin truncheons like wands, in formation, clearing the street the other way. To get near or stay away. Cafes were taking in tables putting chairs on upside down, pulling the steel playpen safety bars. Whistles as the vans arrive. Moustached soldiers. We leave the scene. Eyes of youth, wary, gleaming. The church. A pastoral scene of guitars, drums, flutes, harps, & lovers. Past Shakespeare & Co., the restaurants w/elegant patrons, cross street, the small Jazz district (Story Ville) a miniature New Orleans. Negroes in African shirts. A street brass band. "Fare well to my web footed friends" Crowd smiles, jogs, & sings. Move past. San Michel Blvd. The Statue. The Seine. Bonfires of cardboard buzz evilly, down the blvd. Fire-tenders. Smell of smoke. Approach closer nearer. Suddenly screams long warhoops & the crowd runs back. And as we flee, they attack from behind. Pressed against cafe tables. Subway & news Kiosk- A girl beaten, her cries. Can't hear blows. Rain. (Man w/bottle) Join me at the demonstraion
We join groups under trees & rain. Tall public buildings.
Join us at the demonstration.
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Post by TheWallsScreamedPoetry on Jan 8, 2011 17:46:02 GMT
A page from Paris Journal.
![](http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a139/alexdoors/Top-6.jpg) Chinese newsprint Dancing over the fires of hell <Book of Martyrs> _______________________________
I am astonished.
Strange meat doll & sacred cow. Horizons
We're entering the zone of sparrows
Letter from an inmate: They let us do anything we want here.
Porcupines not in the field A comedy of manners Soft underbelly
2 Pages likely from the same notebook that became Paris Journal but which does not feature in the copy I have.
![](http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a139/alexdoors/Top-7.jpg)
![](http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a139/alexdoors/Top-8.jpg) I have a vision of America seen from the air 28,000 feet and going fast
I have drunk the drug of forgetfulness
Leave the informed sense in our wake you be Christ on this package tour Money beats soul Last words, last words out
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Post by TheWallsScreamedPoetry on Jan 9, 2011 12:46:43 GMT
The rare poetry featured on the Morrison Scrapbook disc. Likely from the 1970 December 8th session.
We can invent Kingdoms of our own Grand purple thrones, those chairs of lust And love we must, in beds of rust Steel doors lock in prisoner's screams And muzak, AM, rocks their dreams No black men's pride to hoist the beams While mocking angels sift what seems To be a collage of magazine dust Scratched on foreheads of walls of trust This is just jail for those who must Get up in the morning & fight for such Unusable standards While weeping maidens Show-off penury and pout Ravings for a mad Staff
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Post by TheWallsScreamedPoetry on Nov 8, 2012 10:28:30 GMT
![](http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v653/TheWallsScreamedPoetry/KGrHqVi0E3Sb9G9dBOGjq27qQQ0_3.jpg) Another peiece of Jim poetry that turned up recently on e-Bay. No idea where it's from. ![:)](http://serve.mysmiley.net/cool/cool0012.gif)
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Post by TheWallsScreamedPoetry on Sept 5, 2024 9:51:24 GMT
Some typed up sheets of poetry that would end up in Wilderness. Jim got the Doors secretary to type these up for him. Kathy Lisciandro and Cheri Siddons had stints in the Doors office. Most probably Kathy did this typing for him.![https://i.postimg.cc/ZK1h2nMw/Jim-Morrison-Bitter-Wind-P-110-Wilderness-jpegsmall.jpg](https://i.postimg.cc/ZK1h2nMw/Jim-Morrison-Bitter-Wind-P-110-Wilderness-jpegsmall.jpg) ![https://i.postimg.cc/bvPfYM8b/Jim-Morrison-Cassandra-at-the-Well-P-177-Wilderness-jpegsmall.jpg](https://i.postimg.cc/bvPfYM8b/Jim-Morrison-Cassandra-at-the-Well-P-177-Wilderness-jpegsmall.jpg) ![https://i.postimg.cc/DzckSgyN/Jim-Morrison-Like-Our-Ancestors-P-71-Wilderness-jpegsmall.jpg](https://i.postimg.cc/DzckSgyN/Jim-Morrison-Like-Our-Ancestors-P-71-Wilderness-jpegsmall.jpg) ![https://i.postimg.cc/wM7SbYcK/Jim-Morrison-Power-P-13-Wilderness-jpegsmall.jpg](https://i.postimg.cc/wM7SbYcK/Jim-Morrison-Power-P-13-Wilderness-jpegsmall.jpg)
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Post by TheWallsScreamedPoetry on Sept 5, 2024 16:00:05 GMT
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Cheyenne to Denver, (come to Denver)
Cheyenne You Shine Like A City of Gold
(Is there an inner light?)
Just look in my eyes, You'll be alright
Handwritten poemS by Morrison, unsigned, one page with poem on both sides, no date, removed from a composition notebook found in the famous ‘127 Fascination’ box left to his girlfriend Pam Courson.
![https://i.postimg.cc/x148V4Gv/35.jpg](https://i.postimg.cc/x148V4Gv/35.jpg) Onyx breath
dysentary
you should have seen
Denver St. Louis & Chicago I KNOW
swollen red-faced babie’s skull
We like to climb.
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Hey what I got was that he was too fast
O No!
an old cunt just imposed double head
I can go either way a nickle for a sermon
this place but this place
it was all a double sermon
MY CANE.
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Post by zaval80 on Sept 5, 2024 20:33:13 GMT
Some typed up sheets of poetry that would end up in Wilderness. Jim got the Doors secretary to type these up for him. Kathy Lisciandro and Cheri Siddons had stints in the Doors office. Most probably Kathy did this typing for him.Ginny Ganahl, too - an interview with her in Frank's FOF and FGT books.
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Post by TheWallsScreamedPoetry on Sept 5, 2024 21:20:22 GMT
Yes I read that. Forgot about her :)
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Post by TheWallsScreamedPoetry on Sept 6, 2024 11:17:30 GMT
Sometimes Jim would drop by Diane Gardiner's Apartment in Los Angeles and if she was busy he would pick up one of her notepads and sit and draw or write poetry. Above are 2 examples from her collection.
The poem/lyric contains some words that would make it into LA Woman. Michael C Ford who was a friend of the band from it's conception said that LA Woman was about Diane Gardiner. Probably most of us thought it was about Pam.
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Post by zaval80 on Sept 6, 2024 14:26:27 GMT
But, who the f... was Abbott? ![:)](http://serve.mysmiley.net/cool/cool0012.gif)
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