Jim Morrison - Connections
These links connect you to a lot of great sites
Below are some must-see links to some incredible information related to Jim Morrison and The Doors. (By the way, Jim hated it if the band was introduced that way and would make the house announcer go back and reintroduce them just as "The Doors!") Some links lead you to band info, others to terrific photos, the band's song lyrics, and Jim's poetry. There's even one to a woman who creates some beautiful original artwork in honor of Jim. Once you get started checking the sites out, you'll be hooked.
"I'm a word man. See, there's this theory about the nature of tragedy, that Aristotle didn't mean catharsis for the audience but a purgation of emotions for the actors themselves. The audience is just a witness to the event taking place on stage."
A man who resonates genius. His entire being came through every word he penned. He was never afraid to reveal his very soul in the words he loved so much.
"I'd rather be a word-man; better than a bird man."
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This site is by someone, Leon Barnard, who actually spent time with the Doors.
Easy way to find plenty of information about anything related to The Doors.
Unbelievable number of pics of the band and of Jim. It's a chance to see pictures of the "stage" Jim as well as pictures revealing the poet. A visible transformation from one man to the other can be witnessed through some excellent photos.
Here's a real gem. It's a video clip of a FSU promotional film that has Jim as a rejected prospective student. It's so cool to see him so young.
This is the band's official site. Lots of good info about each of the guys in the band. You can get involved with other Doors fans and lovers of Jim's poetry at the message board available at this site (this is invaluable for those that want to speak to others who understand). A great way to see what fellow devotees have to say about this remarkable individual. Makes you feel like part of a family.
& the cool fluttering rotten wind
& a child’s hand-print on
picture window
& the guncocked held
on the shoulder.
& fire in the night
waiting, in a darkened house
for the cruel insane breed
from town to arrive
& come poking thru smoke
& fuel & ashes for milk
& the evil leer on their faces
barking w/triumph
Who will not stop them?
The hollow tree, where
we three slept & dreamed
in the movement of
whirling shadow & grass
Tired rustle of leaves
An old man stirs the dancers
w/his old dance
darkening
swift shadows lean on the
meat of forests
to allow breathing.
Gently they stir
Gently rise
The dead are new-born
awakening
w/ravaged limbs
& wet souls
Gently they sigh
in rapt funeral amazement
Who called these dead to dance?
Was it the young woman
learning to play the “Ghost
Song” on her baby grand
Was it the wilderness children?
Was it the Ghost-God himself,
stuttering, cheering,
chatting blindly?
------I called you up to
anoint the earth.
I called you to announce
sadness falling like
burned skin
I called you to wish
you well, to glory in
self like a new monster
& now I call on you to pray.
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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
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In the womb we are blind cave fish.
The flowering
of god-like people
in the muted air
would seem
strange
to an intruder
of certain size
but this is all we have leftto guide us
Now that He is gone
James Douglas Morrison- singer, songwriter, poet
"If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it's to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel."
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Metamophose. 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 achieved, the object is free to become endlessly anything. From The Lords and the New Creatures
"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?"
"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."
dddddddddddd"You can do anything as long as it's in tune with the forces of the universe, nature, society, whatever. If it's working, you can do anything. If for some reason you're on a different track from other people, it's going to jangle everybody's sensibilities. And they're either going to walk away or put you down for it. So it's just a case of getting too far out for them."
-Jim Morrison, Rolling Stone interview
Why do I drink? So I can write poetry. Sometimes when it’s all spun out and all that is ugly recedes into a deep sleep There is an awakening and all that remains is true.As the body is ravaged The spirit grows stronger. Forgive me Father for I know what I do I want to hear the last Poem of the last Poet.Yoga powers. To make oneself invisible or small. To become gigantic and reach to the farthest things. To change the course of nature. To place oneself anywhere in space and time. To summon the dead. To exalt the senses and perceive inaccessible images, of events on other worlds, in one's deepest inner mind, or in the minds of others. - The Lords
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.