Re: The Doors

[Anonym Inaktiv Registriert seit: 01.01.1970 Beiträge: 0]

Losgelöst von der Debatte, ob Morrison nun ein guter oder ein mieser Dichter war, hat mich das Gedicht „As I Look Back“ immer sehr beeindruckt, weil es ein schnappschußartiger Rückblick auf Morrisons Leben ist, der von Ehrlichkeit und einer guten, realistischen Selbsteinschätzung geprägt ist. Viele Diskussionen über Morrison, seinen Geisteszustand, seine Ziele und sein Selbstverständnis erübrigen sich im Prinzip, wenn man diese paar Zeilen einmal gelesen und verstanden hat.

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

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

Snake in the Glen

The child of a
Military family…

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

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
adolescence
Came to LA to
Film School
Venice Summer
Drug Visions
Roof top songs
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 cream
or a sick croon. Nothing
in-between.

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 embrance 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
Arena
Every public figure
running for Leader

Spectators at the Tomb
– riot watchers

Fear of Eyes
Assassination

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
guilt
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
Writer-filmmaker

Which of my cellves
will be remember’d

Good-bye America
I loved you

Money from home
good luck
stay out of trouble

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