Musica

Jim Morrison: ecco la sua poesia inedita “As I Look Back”

|

La sorella di Jim Morrison spiega perché il frontman dei Doors ha fatto finta che la sua famiglia fosse tutta morta.

La sorella di Morrison, Chewning, sta promuovendo “The Collected Works of Jim Morrison”, un libro in uscita l’8 giugno, contenente i taccuini e le riflessioni del defunto fratello, la poesia, le idee per la sceneggiatura e i testi.

L’antologia definitiva degli scritti di Jim Morrison con fotografie rare e numerosi estratti manoscritti di poesie e testi inediti e pubblicati dai suoi 28 taccuini privati. C’è anche la versione audiolibro.

Creato in collaborazione con gli eredi di Jim Morrison e ispirato da un elenco scoperto postumo intitolato “Plan for Book”, The Collected Works of Jim Morrison è un’antologia di quasi 600 pagine degli scritti del defunto poeta e iconico frontman dei Doors.

Questa pubblicazione storica è l’opera definitiva della produzione creativa di Morrison e il libro che Jim intendeva pubblicare. In tutto, un avvincente mix di 160 componenti visive accompagna il testo: estratti dai suoi 28 taccuini privati, tutti scritti di suo pugno e pubblicati qui per la prima volta, così come una serie di immagini personali e commenti sull’opera di Morrison lui stesso.

Ecco le ultime parole probabilmente scritte da Jim Morrison

“As I Look Back” 

As I look back over my life. I am struck by post cards Ruined snap shots faded posters Of a time, I can’t recall

Before the beach, & birth, was the home for travelers juvenile pen a barracks in limbo of souls sans desire

They instill desire, day by day & night too

Parachute birth
1st moments as war
1st days of pain

Struggle toward consciousness

I am a Scot, or so. I’m told.
Really the heir of Mystery Christians

The child of a Military family . . . .

1st early memories — attention-getting baby hide from mother & elephant walk

back thru time to that child again, staring rotten thru the fence at the angels next door

early memories
Asthma
Albuquerque lawn chairs & lock’d in garage shelves w/girl
Beautiful Mexican girl – her mother
May dance – lost shoe
“Bad boy” – No, he’s a good boy
Think of Nothing – get what you want
The Mail Box

I initiated dirt-clod fights in the canyon & got bombed in the stomach by rocks

Parachutes from silk handkerchief

Kites

Snake in the Glen

“But they were picking on the little kids”

I told stories & led
Treasure hunts for children

I led bicycle packs chasing girls home from school & delighted in spanking them

I rebelled against church after phases of fervor

I curried favor in school & attack’d the teachers

I was given a desk in the corner

I was a fool & The smartest kid in class

I created a mock treasure
Tried to get blood
To hide in woods near school
a monitor stopt me

Walks in D.C. in
Negro streets. The library & book stores. Orange brick in warm sun.
The books & poets magic

Then sex gives greater stimulation
Than you’ve ever known & all peace & books lose their charm & you are thrown back on the eye of vision chooks – depantsing – fights – Blue Bus etc.

Trying to have a ducktail asserted myself by wit

I have tried to learn more about homos but it’s not easy to discuss.

This is true about sex in general, even more than philosophy or religion

Morés change – but not the mystery

History of Rock coinciding w/my adolescence

Came to LA to Film School

I was never really much of a doper

Acid popular, taken at least once or twice by most everyone I knew “grinding your wheels”

I can attest to its power. Saw many astonishing things

Venice Summer

Drug Visions

Roof top songs

The early Notebook
Lost Notebooks

Watching Elvis on T.V.
humorous R & R riots

Name came 1st
Doors of Perception

Our lugubrious snaky
sound. Heavy as ice
as glass.

early struggles & humiliations

Thanks to the girls who fed me.

Making Records

Elvis had sex – wise mature voice at 19.

Mine still retains the nasal whine of a repressed adolescent minor squeaks & furies
An interesting singer
at best – a scream
or a sick croon. Nothing
in-between.

It’s hard, this going back

Tropicana – naked Acid. Christ, it’s you, a female human.

Bo Diddley

Them

London Fog

Whisky – the girls cheated Box office

Love

ROAD DAYS

fear of Plane death

And night was what Night
should be

A girl, a bottle, & blessed sleep

Night of the End — does no one understand wreck studio

A natural leader, a poet, a Shaman, w/the
soul of a clown.

My desire for family

What am I doing in the Bull Ring Arena
Every public figure running for Leader

Spectators at the Tomb -riot watchers

Fear of Eyes Assassination

Artaud’s effortto escape the collective consciousness

I have ploughed My seed thru the heart of the nation.
Injected a germ in the psychic blood vein.

Now I embrace the poetry of business & become – for a time – a “Prince of Industry”

Had the disgrace to be successful.
Back Door Man Never tipped over into revolutionary hysteria.

1st to bring normal academic intelligence to rock. Classical American

I sit looking out office window movie
The soft parade

Longhairs

bands over the city
gangs of outlaws

The meeting

Rid of managers & agents

The horror of business

Public self-analysis

The Problem of Money guilt do I deserve it?

Being drunk is a good disguise.

I drink so I can talk to assholes. This includes me.

Miami blew my confidence but really I blew it on purpose

The Decency Rally “And away we go.”

The Jury – Sniffing the Witnesses
Trying the Devil in Florida

Fear of Jail “No, you’d adjust.”

Relief of trial (bearable) & pleasant life here.

each day is a drive thru history regret for wasted nights & wasted years
I pissed it all away American Music

After 4 yrs. I’m left w/a mind like a fuzzy hammer

Milton’s youth — will I get a chance to write my Paradise Lost

To break w/past (wife & partners) & define self.

The joy of performing has ended.
Joy of films is pleasure of writing.

End w/fond good-bye & plans for future –Not an actor writer – filmmaker

Money from home good luck stay out of trouble

Which of my cellves
will be remember’d

Good-bye America
I loved you

— Onda Musicale

Tags: The Doors/Jim Morrison
Segui la pagina Facebook di Onda Musicale
Leggi anche

Altri articoli