""

Now is blessed
The rest
 remembered.

Paris Journal

So much forgotten already
So much forgotten
So much to forget

Once the idea of purity
born, all was lost
irrevocably

The Black Musician
in a house up the hill

**** in the woodpile
Skeleton in the closet

Sorry, Didn't mean you.

An old man, someone's
daughter

Arises
& sees us still in the room
of off-key piano & bad
paintings

him off to work
& new wife arriving

(The candle-forests of
Notre-Dame)

beggar nuns w/moving
smiles, small velvet sacks
& cataleptic eyes

straying to the gaudy
Mosaic calendar
Windows

I write like this
to seize you

give me your love, your
tired eyes, sad for
delivery

A small & undiscover'd
park-we ramble

And the posters scream
safe revolt

& the tired walls barely
fall, graffiti into
dry cement sand

an overfed vacuum
dust-clock

I remember freeways

Summer, beside you
Ocean-brother

Storms passing

electric fires in the night

"rain, night, misery-
the back-ends of wagons"

Shake it! Wanda,
fat stranded swamp
Woman

We still need you

Shake your roly-poly
Thighs inside that
Southern tent

So what.

It was really wild
She started nude & put
on her clothes

An old & cheap hotel
w/bums in the lobby
genteel bums of satisfied
poverty

Across the street, a
famous pool-hall
where the actors meet

former ace-home of
beat musicians
beat poets & beat
wanderers

in the Zen tradition
from China to the
Subway
in 4 easy lifetimes

Weeping, he left his pad
on orders from police
& furnishings hauled
away, all records &
momentos, & reporters
calculating tears &
curses for the press:

"I hope the Chinese junkies
get you"

& they will
for the poppy
rules the world

That handsome gentle
flower

Sweet Billy!

Do you remember
the snake
your lover

tender in the tumbled
brush-weed
sand & cactus

I do.

And I remember
Stars in the shotgun
night

eating ****
til the mind runs
clean

Is it rolling, God

in the Persian Night?

"There's a palace
in the canyon
where you & I
were born

Now I'm a lonely Man
Let me back into
the Garden

Blue Shadows
of the Canyon
I met you
& now you're gone

& now my dream is gone
Let me back into your Garden

A man searching
for lost Paradise
Can seem a fool
to those who never
sought the other world

Where friends do lie & drift
Insanely in
Their own private gardens"

The **** bloomed
& the paper walls
Trembled

A monster arrived
in the mirror
To mock the room
& its fool
alone

Give me songs
to sing
& emerald dreams
to dream

& I'll give you love
unfolding

Sun

underwater, it was
immediately strange
& familiar

the black boy's
from the boat, fins & mask,

Nostrils bled liquid
crystal blood
as they rose to surface

Rose & moved strong
in their wet world

Below was a Kingdom
Empire of still sand
& yes, party-colored
fishes
-they are the last
to leave
The gay sea

I eat you
avoiding your wordy
bones

& spit out pearls

The little girl gave
little cries of surprise
as the club struck
her sides

I was there
By the fire in the
Phonebooth

I saw them charge
& heard the indian
war-scream

felt the adrenalin
of flight-fear

the exhilaration of terror
sloshed drunk in
the flashy battle blood

Naked we come
& bruised we go
nude pastry
for the slow soft worms
below

This is my poem
for you
Great flowing funky flower'd beast

Great perfumed wreck of hell

Great good disease
& summer plague

Great god-damned ****-****
Mother-**** freak

You lie, you cheat,
you steal, you kill

you drink the Southern
Madness swill
of greed

you die utterly & alone

Mud up to your braces
Someone new in your
knickers

& who would that be?

You know

You know more
than you let on

Much more than you betray

Great slimy angel-****
you've been good to me

You really have

been swell to me

Tell them you came & saw
& look'd into my eyes
& saw the shadow
of the guard receding
Thoughts in time
& out of season
The Hitchiker stood
by the side of the road
& levelled his thumb
in the calm calculus
of reason.

-James Douglas Morrison

Riot at New Haven, Conn.

45 Years Ago: Jim Morrison of the Doors Maced and Arrested in New Haven

by Sterling Whitaker December 9, 2012 12:10 AM

 

One of the most mythologized and romanticized figures in rock history, Doors front man Jim Morrison possessed a deep-seated anti-authoritarian streak that repeatedly landed him in trouble. On Dec. 9, 1967, the rebellious rocker was arrested at a Doors gig in New Haven, Conn., earning him the dubious distinction of being, as far as we know, the first rock star ever arrested onstage during a performance.
According to Doors keyboardist Ray Manzarek, Morrison was “making out” with a female fan in the shower in the backstage area of the New Haven Arena when a local police officer who was providing security for the band — apparently not recognizing the singer — told them to vacate the area, to which Morrison reportedly replied, “Eat it.” When the officer brandished a can of Mace and warned, “Last chance,” the singer retorted, “Last chance to eat it ‘ — earning himself a face full of Mace for his defiance.
The officer apologized for the incident after the Doors’ manager told him he had just Maced the lead singer of the very band he had been hired to protect, admitting he hadn’t recognized Morrison. “Okay — if you’re famous, you don’t get Maced,” Manzarek said. “If you’re just a kid making out, then you’re gonna get it. So it was like, ‘Hold it, man, it doesn’t work that way.’”
The concert was delayed to allow Morrison a chance to recover, and when the band finally got on stage, the angry singer took the opportunity to get back at the cops. During ‘Back Door Man,’ Morrison recounted the experience in a profanity-laced tirade, reportedly shouting, “The whole f—ing world hates me!” He taunted the police from the stage, calling the officer who had hassled him a “little blue man in a little blue hat,” as well as a “little blue pig.”
He added, “I’m just like you guys, man — he did it to me, they’ll do it to you.” The cops responded by entering the stage and bring the show to a halt. They took the singer into custody, causing a mini-riot as the angry and disappointed crowd took to the streets of New Haven, resulting in 13 additional arrests.
Morrison was charged with inciting a riot, indecency and public obscenity. He posted a bond, but the charges were later dropped. Unfortunately, the incident proved a sad harbinger of things to come; fueled by his escalating problems with alcohol, Morrison was charged with exposing himself at a concert in Miami on March 1, 1969, and he was arrested on Nov. 11 of that year for heckling the flight crew of an airliner.
The Miami charges caused many cities and venues to ban the Doors, effectively bring an end to the group’s touring career. Morrison was subsequently convicted, but free on appeal  when he was found dead in his bathtub in Paris on July 3, 1971,

first arrest.

Jim's first arrest was on September 28, 1963 in Tallahasee, Florida with charges of petty larceny, disturbing the peace, resisting arrest and public drunkenness at a football game. Jim was allegedly, getting rowdy and making fun of the football players and people in the crowd. He then apparently, stole an umbrella and an officers helmet from the open window of a police car. The charges were eventually dropped and he only had to pay a small fine.

Jim in an elevator

"After visiting the top of the Empire State Building, Jim pressed every button in the elevator....No one said a word on the long way down....."

 -Polished_Chrome

"Power"

POWER

I can make the earth stop in
its tracks. I made the
blue cars go away.

I can make myself invisible or small.
I can become gigantic & reach the
farthest things. I can change
the course of nature.
I can place myself anywhere in
space or time.
I can summon the dead.
I can perceive events on other worlds,
in my deepest inner mind,
& in the minds of others.

I can

I am
~~~

People need Connectors
Writers, heroes, stars,
leaders
To give life form.
A child’s sand boat facing
the sun.
Plastic soldiers in the miniature
dirt war.  Forts.
Garage Rocket Ships

Ceremonies, theatre, dances
To reassert Tribal needs & memories
a call to worship, uniting
above all, a reversion,
a longing for family & the
safety magic of childhood.
~~~

The grand highway
is crowded
w/
lovers
&
searchers
&
leavers
so
eager
to
please
&
forget

Wilderness
~~~

Now is blessed
The rest
remembered
~~~

A man rakes leaves into
a heap in his yard, a pile,
& leans on his rake &
burns them utterly.
The fragrance fills the forest
children pause & heed the
smell, which will become
nostalgia in several years
~~~

Sirens
Water
Rain & Thunder
Jet from the base
Hot searing insect cry
The frogs & crickets
Doors open & close
The smash of glass
The Soft Parade
An accident
Rustle of silk, nylon
Watering the dry grass
Fire
Bells
Rattlesnake, whistles, castanets
Lawn mower
Good Humor man
Skates & wagons
Bikes
~~~

Where’d you learn about
Satan- out of a book
Love?- out of a box
~~~

night of sin (The Fall)
-1st sex, a feeling of having
done this same act in time before
O No, not again
~~~

Between childhood, boyhood,
adolescence
& manhood (maturity) there
should be sharp lines drawn w/
Tests, deaths, feats, rites
stories, songs, & judgements
~~~

Men who go out on ships
To escape sin & the mire of cities
watch the placenta of evening stars
from the deck, on their backs
& cross the equator
& perform rituals to exhume the dead
dangerous initiations
To mark passage to new levels

To feel on the verge of an exorcism
a rite of passage
To wait, or seek manhood
enlightenment in a gun

To kill childhood, innocence
in an instant

James Douglas Morrison(1943-1971)

"Thats what Jim Morrison said."

I have never heard of a man as honest as Jim Morrison.

"Listen, real poetry doesn't say anything; it just ticks off the possibilities. Opens all doors. You can walk through anyone that suits you." -Jim Morrison

"Each generation wants new symbols, new people, new names. They want to divorce themselves from their predecessors." -Jim Morrison

"Some of the worst mistakes of my life have been haircuts." -Jim Morrison

"I think of myself as an intelligent, sensitive human being with the soul of a clown which always forces me to blow it at the most important moments." -Jim Morrison

"There are things known and things unknown and in between are the doors." -Jim Morrison