Far Arden (Jim Morrison)

– And so I say to you –

The silk handkerchief
was embroidered in China or Japan
behind the steel curtain
and no one can cross the borderline
w/out proper credentials.

This is to say that
we are all sensate and occasionally sad
and if every partner in crime
were to incorporate promises in his program
the land might end and all our friends
would follow another program.

Who are our friends?

– I know you love me to talk this way –

Are they sullen and slow?
Do they have great desire?
Or are they one of the multitude who…
walk, doubting their impossible regret.

Certainly things happen
and reoccur in continuous promise.

All of us have found a safe niche
where we can store up riches
and talk to our fellows
on the same premise of disaster.

But this will not do.
No, this will never do.
There are continents and shores
which beseech our understanding.

Seldom have we been so slow.
Seldom have we been so far.
My only wish is to see
Far Arden again.

– And this next part will be done
on a woman’s voice –

The truth is on his chest.
The cellular excitement
has totally inspired
our magic veteran.

And now for an old trip.
I’m tired the night.
I want the old forms to
reassert their sexual cool.

My friend is just – you know –
And this morning before I sign off
I would like to tell you about
Texas Radio and the Big Beat.

It moves into the perimeter
of your sacred sincere and dedicated smile
like a calm veteran
of the psychic war.

He was no general
for he was not old.
He was no private
for he could not be sold.

He was only a man
and his dedication
extended to the last degree.
Poor pretentious soldier,
come home.


THE END – Fragmento (The doors)


This is the end, beautiful friend
This is the end, my only friend,
it hurts to set you free
but you’ll never follow me
The end
of laughter and soft lies,
The end
of nights we tried to die
This is the end.

(Ultima estrofa de la canción “The End” interpretada por “The Doors”, escrita y cantada por Jim Morrison)

As I look back (Jim Morrison)


As I look back
over my life
I am struck by post
Ruined Snap shots

faded posters
Of a time, I can’t recall

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

Snake in the Glen

The child of a
Military family…

I rebelled against church
after phases of

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

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

History of Rock
coinciding w/my

Came to LA to
Film School

Venice Summer

Drug Visions

Roof top songs

early struggles &

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

~Road Days~

fear of Plane death

And night was what Night
should be
A girl, a bottle, & blessed sleep

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”

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

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

Spectators at the Tomb
-riot watchers

Fear of Eyes

Being drunk is a good disguise.

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

The horror of business

The Problem of Money
do I deserve it?

The Meeting
Rid of Managers & agents

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

regret for wasted nights
& wasted years
I pissed it all away
American Music

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

Which of my cellves
will be remember’d

Good-bye America
I loved you

Money form home
good luck
stay out of trouble