THE ANATOMY OF ROCK

[TheWallsScreamedPoetry]

Deserving of a thread of it's own as it's a very interesting poem.

THE ANATOMY OF ROCK

The 1st electric wildness came
over the people
on sweet Friday.
Sweat was in the air.
The channel beamed,
token of power.
Incense brewed darkly.
Who could tell them that here
it would end?

One school bus crashed w/ a train.
This was the Crossroads.
Mercury stained.
I couldn't get out of my seat.
The road was littered
w/ dead jitterbugs.
Help,
we'll be late for class.

The secret flurry of rumor
marched over the yard &
pinned us unwittingly
Mt. fever.
A girl stripped naked on the
base of the flagpole.

In the restrooms all was cool
& silent
w/ the salt-green of latrines.
Blankets were needed.

Ropes fluttered.
Smiles flattered
& haunted.

Lockers pried open
& secrets discovered.

Ah sweet music.

Wild sounds in the night
Angel siren voices.
The baying of great hounds.
Cars screaming thru gears
& shrieks
on the wild road
Where the tires skip & slide
into dangerous curves.

Favorite corners.
Cheerleaders raped in summer
buildings.
Holding hands
& bopping toward Sunday.

Those lean sweet desperate hours.

Time searched the hallways
for a mind.
Hands kept time.
The climate altered like a
visible dance.

Night-time women.
Wondrous sacraments of doubt
Sprang sullen in bursts
of fear & guilt
in the womb's pit hole
below
The belt of the beast



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Worship w/ words, w/
sounds, hands, all
joyful playful &
obscene-in the insane
infant.



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Old men worship w/ long
noses, old soulful eyes.
Young girls worship,
exotic, indian, w/ robes
who make us feel foolish
for acting w/ our eyes.
Lost in the vanity of the senses
which got us where we are.
Children worship but seldom
act at it. Who needs
temples & couches & T.V.

We can do it on a sunny
floor w/ friends & make
any sound or movement
that comes. Roll on our
backs screaming w/ mirth
glad in the guilt of our
madness. Better to be
cool in our worship &
gain the respect of the
ancient & wise wearing
those robes. They know
the secret of mind-change
reality.




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"Have you ever seen God?"
-a mandala. A symmetrical angel.

Felt? yes. Fucking. The Sun.
Heard? Music. Voices.
Touched? an animal. your hand.
Tasted? Rare meat, corn, water,
& wine.



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An angel runs
Thru the sudden light
Thru the room
A ghost precedes us
A shadow follows us
And each time we stop
We fall



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No one thought up being;
he who thinks he has
Step forward



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Shrill demented sparrows bark
The sun into being. They rule
dawn's kingdom. The cars-
a rising chorus- Then
workmen's songs & hammers
The children of the schoolyard,
a hundred high voices,
complete the orchestration



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"In that year there was
an intense visitation
of energy.
I left school & 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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An appearance of the devil
on a Venice canal.
Running, I saw a Satan
or Satyr, moving beside
me, a fleshy shadow
of my secret mind. Running,
Knowing.



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The day I left the beach

A hairy Satyr running
behind & a little to the
right.

In the holy solipsism
of the young

Now I can't walk thru a city
street w/out eying each
single pedestrian. I feel
their vibes thru my
skin, the hair on my neck
-it rises.

[TheWallsScreamedPoetry]

September 1970 issue of Jazz & Pop Magazine with Jim on the cover which was taken in June of 1969 in front of a Juan O'Gorman mural in Maximilian's Palace in Mexico City.
This issue includes the Anatomy Of Rock poem from Jim Morrison with four exclusive photos taken by Susan Hyman in Jim’s hotel room after the Philadelphia concert in September 19th, 1969. Also, there is an excellent five-pages review of the Morrison Hotel album by Chris Reabur called Morrison Hotel Revisited with many exclusive pics from the Doors performance in Madison Square Garden performance in January 24th, 1969.
Finally, a full-page ad for Absolutely Live album is on the back cover of the magazine.


According to Patricia Kennealy guest writers including Jim Morrison, were published in Jazz & Pop.
At Jim's rather shy request 'Uh do you think you might want to put this poem in your magazine?'
Copies of this significant poem were taken into the courtroom for Jim's obscenity trial in Miami where they tried, in vain, to persuade the Jury that he could indeed engage in "art".
Jim Morrison also published this piece in his book 'Wilderness Poems 1966-1971'.

[TheWallsScreamedPoetry]

The Anatomy Of Rock handwritten poem.

This version appears in the Morrison Paris Journal but not in Jim's handwriting but printed by the people who originally put the Paris Journal/Green Songbook together. It is the same as the finished poem except for the pronouncement Jim made in San Diego on August 22nd 1970 here shown in red. The poem, reproduced as it appears in Paris Journal, is written differently to the way it appears in Wilderness and was probably one version of several Jim worked upon.

THE ANATOMY OF ROCK

The whole thing started w/
rock n roll
now it's
out of control

The 1st electric wildness came
over the people on sweet
Friday. Sweat was in the air.
The channel beamed, token of power.
Incense brewed darkly. Who could
tell them that here it would end?

One school bus crashed w/ a train.
This was the Crossroads. Mercury
stained. I couldn't get out of
my seat. The road was littered
w/ dead jitterbugs. Help, we'll be
late for class.

The secret flurry of rumor
marched over the yard & pinned
us unwittingly. Mt. fever.
A girl stripped naked on the
base of the flagpole.

In the restrooms all was cool & silent
w/ the salt-green of latrines.
Blankets were needed.

Ropes fluttered. Smiles flattered
& haunted. Lockers pried open
& secrets discovered.

Ah sweet music.

Wild sounds in the night
Angel siren voices.
The baying of great hounds.
Cars screaming thru gears
& shrieks on the wild road
Where the tires skip & slide
into dangerous curves.

Favorite corners.
Cheerleaders raped in summer
buildings. Holding hands
& bopping toward Sunday.

Those lean sweet desperate hours.

Time searched the hallways
for a mind. Hands kept time.
The climate altered like a
visible dance.

Night-time women.
Wondrous sacraments of doubt
Sprang sullen in bursts
of fear & guilt
in the womb's pit hole
below
The belt of the beast

[TheWallsScreamedPoetry]

Anatomy Of Rock in a frame selling for $20 grand.