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From the Prologue to "Wilderness"- "I think the interiew is the new art form. I think the self-interview is the essence of creativity. Asking yourself questions and trying to find answers. The writer is just answering a series of unuttered questions. It's similar to answering questions on a witness stand. It's that strange area where you try honestly to remember what you were trying to do. It's a crucial mental exercise. An interview will often give you a chance to try and eliminate all of those space fillers...you should try to be explicit, accurate, to the point...no bullshit. The interview form has antecedents in the confession box, debating and cross-examination. Once you say something, you can't really retract it. It's too late. It's a very existential moment. I'm kind of hooked to the game of art and literature; my heroes are artists and writers. I always wanted to write, but I always figured it'd be no good unless somehow the hand just took the pen and started moving without me really having anything to do with it. Like automatic writing. But it just never happened. I wrote a few poems, of course. I think around the fifth or sixth grade I wrote a poem called "The Pony Express." That was the first I can remember. It was one of those ballad-type poems. I never could get it together though. "Horse Latitudes" I wrote when I was in high school. I kept a lot of notebooks through high school and college, and then when I left school, for some dumb reason-maybe it was wise-I threw them all away...I wrote in those books night after night. But maybe if I'd never thrown them away, I'd never have written anything original-because they were mainly accumulations of things that I'd read or heard, like quotes from books. I think if I'd never gotten rid of them I'd never been free. Listen, real poetry doesn't say anything, it just ticks off the possibilities. Opens all doors. You can walk through any one that suits you. ....and that's why poetry appeals to me so much-because it's so eternal. As long as there are people, they can remember the words and combinations of words. Nothing else can survive a holocaust but poetry and songs. No one can remember an entire novel. No one can describe a film, a piece of sculpture, a painting, but so long as there are human beings,songs and poetry can continue. If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it's to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel."- Jim Morrison
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"A quality of ignorance, self-deception may be necessary to the poet's survival""I am troubled Imeasurably By your eyesI am struck By the feather Of your soft ReplyThe sound of glass Speaks quick DisdainAnd conceals What your eyes fight To explain" ~Jim Morrison"The night is young & full of rest I can't describe the way she's dress'd She'll pander to some strange requests Anything that you suggest Anything to please her guest" ~Jim Morrison"Why do I drink? So that 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." ~Jim Morrison

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Music:

"As I look back over my life I am struck by postcards, ruined snap shots, faded posters of a time, I can't recall" ~Jim Morrisontarget="_blank""Earth Air Fire Water Mother Father Sons & Daughters Airplane in the starry night First fright Forest follow free I love thee watch how I love thee" ~Jim Morrison"The politics of ecstasy are real Can't you feel them working thru you. Turning night into day Mixing sun with the sea." ~Jim Morrison

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" Where are my dreamers today and tonight. Where are my dancers whirling and screaming. Where are my women quietly dreaming caught like angels on the dark porch of a velvet ranch dance dance dance dance dance dance dance." ~Jim Morrison"It was the greatest night of my life Although I still had not found a wife I had my friends right there beside me. Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind. we scaled the wall We tripped thru the graveyard ancient shapes were all around us No music but the wet grass felt fresh beside the fog. Two made love in a silent spot one chased a rabbit into the dark A girl got drunk & made the dead And I gave empty sermons in my head. cemetery cool & quiet Hate to Leave your sacred lay Dread the milky coming of the day." ~Jim Morrison

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The real me.....

I am not Jim Morrison, only a very admired fan of Jim.  My real name is Heather and I am FLOWERGIRL if you are interested.  I try to post my favorite poems, pictures and such of Ji...
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