Post by TheWallsScreamedPoetry on Feb 5, 2011 13:01:06 GMT
Jims handwritten opener for The Lords. Interesting as the crossed out bit at the top is from COTL.Look where we worship. We all live in the city.
The city forms- often physically, but inevitably
psychically- a circle. A Game. A ring of death
with sex at its center. Drive towards outskirts
of city suburbs. At the edge of discover zones of
sophisticated vice and boredom, child prosti-
tution. But in the grimy ring immediately surround-
ing the daylight business district exists the only
real crowd life of our mound, the only street
life, night life. Diseased specimens in dollar
hotels, low boarding houses, bars, pawn shops,
burlesques and brothels, in dying arcades which
never die, in streets and streets of all-night
Post by TheWallsScreamedPoetry on Jun 17, 2011 15:11:12 GMT
82 single sheets, unbound as issued.
Verse printed on Japan vellum, housed in the original portfolio folder of flexible textured blue boards, printed in gilt, with red string tie.
Approx. dimensions 8.5 x 11.5 inches. Cinema is most totalitarian of the arts. All
energy and sensation is sucked up into the skull,
a cerebral erection, skull bloated with blood.
Caligula wished a single neck for all his subjects
that he could behead a kingdom with one blow.
Cinema is this transforming agent. The body
exists for the sake of the eyes; it becomes a
dry stalk to support these two soft insatiable
jewels.In old Russia, the Czar, each year, granted-
out of the shrewdness of his own soul or one of
his advisors’- a week’s freedom for one convict
in each of his prisons. The choice was left to the
prisoners themselves and it was determined in
several ways. Sometimes by vote, sometimes by lot,
often by force. It was apparent that the chosen
must be a man of magic, virility, experience,
perhaps narrative skill, a man of possibility, in
short, a hero. Impossible situation at the
moment of freedom, impossible selection,
defining our world in its percussions.
Post by TheWallsScreamedPoetry on Jun 17, 2011 15:12:36 GMT
"There's really no difference between Jim's book and Jim's lyrics. I can read a page and I've heard him sing pretty much the same thing I don't think there's any difference at all for him.
This is written poetry and what he does on stage is spoken poetry. His spoken poetry
is very effective although some poems read better than they speak but for the most part spoken poetry is more effective."Ray Manzarek 1969.The Lords. Events take place beyond our knowledge or control. Our lives are lived for us. We can only try to enslave others. But gradually, special perceptions are being developed. The idea of the "Lords" is beginning to form in some minds. We should enlist them into bands of perceivers to tour the labyrinth during their mysterious nocturnal appearances. The Lords have secret entrances, and they know disguises. But they give themselves away in minor ways. Too much glint of light in the eye. A wrong gesture. Too long and curious a glance.
The Lords appease us with images. They give us books, concerts, galleries, shows, cinemas. Especially the cinemas. Through art they confuse us and blind us to our enslavement. Art adorns our prison walls, keeps us silent and diverted and indifferent.
"No Compromise, that was Jim Morrison's style. He was always trying to stretch his own limits in body and soul.One step beyond, putting himself out on the edge."From Stumbling Into Neon.
"I've never seen anybody from our generation who could put words together like Jim. He wrote some of his best stuff towards the end. If he had been more disciplined he could have done even greater things."Robbie Krieger 1980.
Post by TheWallsScreamedPoetry on Jun 18, 2011 7:59:39 GMT
A room moves over a landscape, uprooting the mind,
astonishing vision. A gray film melts off the
eyes, and runs down the cheeks. Farewell.
Modern life is a journey by car. The Passengers
change terribly in their reeking seats, or roam
from car to car, subject to unceasing transformation.
Inevitable progress is made toward the beginning
(there is no difference in terminals), as we
slice through cities, whose ripped backsides present
a moving picture of windows, signs, streets,
buildings. Sometimes other vessels, closed
worlds, vacuums, travel along beside to move
ahead or fall utterly behind.
Surround Emperor of Body.
Bali Bali dancers
Will not break my temple.
suck eyes into the head.
The rosy body cross
secret in flow
controls its flow.
in body weights dance
and music, mimesis, body.
sweet dangerous thrust flow.In 1832, Gropius was astounding Paris with his
Pleorama. The audience was transformed into
the crew aboard a ship engaged in battle. Fire,
screaming, sailors, drowning.
~~~Robert Baker, an Edinburgh artist, while in jail
for debt, was struck by the effect of light shining
through the bars of his cell through a letter he
was reading, and out of this perception he in-
vented the first Panorama, a concave, transparent
picture view of the city
.The invention was soon replace by the Diorama,
which added the illusion of movement by shifting
the room. Also sounds and novel lighting effects.
Daguerre’s London Diorama still stands in Regent’s
Park, a rare survival, since these shows depended
always on effects of artificial light, produced
by lamps or gas jets, and nearly always ended
~~~Phantasmagoria, magic lantern shows, spectacles
without substance. They achieved complete
sensory experiences through noise, incense,
lightning, water. There may be a time when
we’ll attend Weather Theaters to recall the
sensation of rain.
Cinema has evolved in two paths.
One is spectacle. Like the Phantasmagoria, it's goal is the creation of a total substitute sensory world.
The other is peep show, which claims for it's realm both the erotic and the untampered observance of real life, and imitates the keyhole or voyeur's window without the need of color, noise, grandeur.
Cinema discovers its fondest affinities, not with painting, literature, or theater, but with the popular diversions–comics, chess, French and Tarot decks, magazines, and tattooing. ##
Not far from Jim Morrison in Pere lachaise cemetery lies the grave of Etienne Gaspard Robert (stage name Robertson) an Illusionist and physics lecturer, born in Belgium who developed 'phantasmagoria' a pioneering projection technique.
A precursor of the cinema, specializing in spectacles based on magic lantern and 'phantasmagoria', which are depicted on his elaborate tomb.
Jim Morrison visited Pere Lachaise and would no doubt have visited this grave.
He wrote the above poem with this guy in mind so obviously had read about him.
It is always interesting to understand what Morrison was actually inspired to write his poetry about.