My Goodbye to Jim Morrison | The Selected Works of Jim Morrison [Cloud Words Article]

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Prologue by Anne

« Money is freedom »

« The Pony Express »

Automatic writing

never happened

« Horse Latitudes »

left school, for dumb reason

was wise

lost notebook

hypnotized or taking sodium pentothal

Been free.

Lizard

Is everybody in ? (Repeated 3 times)

The ceremony is about to begin.

Once I had a little game

I liked to crawl back into my brain

I think you know the game I mean

I mean the game called ‘go insane’

Forget the world, forget the people

Wait !

There’s been a slaughter here.

(siren)

Run, run, run

Let’s run

« I am the Lizard King

I can do anything

(cries of assent)

all labor is a lie;

I want obedience !

I confess

To the poet

Snake-wreaths & pleasures.

She fell.

They killed him.

A shot-gun blast

Air

More of your miracles

More of your magic arms

The elaborate sun implies

Dust, knives, voices.

Call out of the Wilderness

Do you want us that way with the rest ?

Do you adore us ?

Fall down.

Boys are running.

Girls are screaming, falling.

Lizard woman

Venom

A forest.

Now for the valley

Take her home.

A pair of Wings.

Sirens

Saints

The warm aquarium, warm

Doesn’t the ground swallow me

« See Naples & die. »

& death

in the avid summer.

Savage destiny

explore the labyrinth

Sisters of the unicorn, dance

changes

Find her !

Female prophet

Music renews.

‘Salvation’

Bells

Walking to the riot

running

Mercy pack

Nailed to a ghost

Stranger, traveller,

Camel caravans bear

Terrible shouts start

in the mind

Surreptitiously

Leave her !

Cancer city

Summer sadness

Stop the car

The gods of mourning

we march toward the sea

Catalog of Horrors

« You got a cool machine »

from a tired land

island, & is gone.

will be dark

Trench mouth

to the killing.

The artists of Hell

the terrible landscape

the slaughtered wind

I am ghost killer

the death of all joy

potency

you will fry

You are alone

who made you man

Photo-booth killer

Kill hate

Kill photo mother murder tree

The beautiful monster

Menstrual fur

My son will not die in the war

consult the oracle

Mantra mate

the poison

the time-bomb free

The new man, time-soldier

this could be fun

to rule a wasteland

text of the unforgiven

but all will pass

is in love

on Vision

the religion of possession

(Windows work two ways,

mirrors one way.)

Into our chamber.

Read love vocabulary

Does the theatre keep out light, or keep on darkness ?

Modern life is a journey by car.

You cannot touch these phantoms.

Film spectators are quiet vampires.

to rival the real.

She said « Your eyes are always black. »

We all live in the city.

The spectator is a dying animal.

defining our world in its percussions.

Our lives are lived for us.

Door of passage to the other side,

The soul frees itself in stride.

(I touched her tigh

& death smiled)

give us and hour of magic

Artist as moral catalyst

I wish clean death would come

Writing helps you think

Crystallize a trip & memories

the moon became a woman’s face.

France is 1st,

Your image of me

my image of you

The Studio is a dark church

The cigarette burned my fingertips

My eyes took a trip to dig the chick

Lamerica

Black horse hooves galloping sun

– – Time does not exist.

There is no time.

– – Time is a straight plantation

He follows a woman into the firmament

There’s a whole realm I mustn’t tell

Please death be the end

to disarm them smile at our failure

These days are coming to an end

This time come in me like an astronaut

Send snakes in my orbit

« He had to »

Flowers & lights.

The Love Police

The walls screamed poetry disease & sex

They send me books

Times change, damaged

Will warm names & faces come again

Acid had tried to make a mystic out of me

Men holding hands.

Ceremonies, theatre, dances

to reassert tribal needs & memories

As the body is ravaged

the body grow stronger.

The Politics of ecstasy are real

Well, I been down so very damn long

That it look up to me

Well she feels like dying

But she’s only 21

She’s not alone man

She’s not the only one.

We create

the dawn

This is the end

Beautiful friend.

Jaskiers

The old men and his old coat. (A short story in english)

[WARNING : I’M NOT FLUENT IN ENGLISH]


[Ceci est une petite histoire écrite en anglais, ou du moins, j’ai essayé]

He woke up, same things as always.

« Sadly » he would have told you.

He glance, like every morning, at his wedding picture placed on his bedside table. « Audrey was beautiful this summer day » you would have heard him muttered as he slowly get up from his bed.

Achille, his old labrador, come to lick his right hand. « He know my bones are failing me, he is very intelligent ».

He put the radio on, Bob Dylan just finished singing about his meeting with a tambourine man when he hear the unfamiliar voice of a news anchor. « I used to love listenning to this station because nobody speak ! Look like I’ll have to find a new one to listen to. »

While he struggle to pour his black coffee, he mumble again. « Looks like no one want to shut up nowadays, everyone have something to say and, worst of all, they wan’t to be heard ! We can’t live if we have to stop to listen to everyone griefs. »

He sat down at his kitchen table, his whole body shaking and let out a gasp of relieve when he is finaly seated.

If it would have been a regular morning, you would have seen Jim stiring his spoon in the coffee cup at the rythm of a random folksong. « The day Dylan put the electric on his shoudler, that’s the day the music ended, I tell you », He would have say. But no stiring today, the news anchor was speaking.

« This night, at 2 AM, the Goldiathy attacked his neighbour, Davolidy. The tension have been building for months between the two states. »

« Ah ! Hear that Achille ! War ! What mens are the best at ! Let’s hear some more Achille ! Let’s hear the reason for that war, you’ll see Achille, they always find a reason to start a war, but the real stupidity is the reason why they will continue to kill each other, listen ! »

« Poldummy, president of Goldiathy since 20 years, declared that they attacked Davolidy, stating a fear of aggression by the davolidien. The american intel warned the president of Davolidy of the bellicist project and probable aggression by the goldiathien since months. The multiple meetings between the two presidents seems to have not de-escalete the growing tension. »

« Hear that Achille my boy ! They attacked they’r neighbor by fear of being attacked first. That my boy, this is a very very normal and basic excuse to start a war ! Christ ! How stupid ! Ah ! But now, let’s listen how much damage have been done, listen, civilians, Achille, civilians, the ones who haven’t asked for nothing, listen, how much of them have been killed. What Achille ? Yes, you right, maybe some soldiers died but you see, the civilian often are the one dying first and, yes I tell you, they’re always civilians victims, most of the time, they’re is more dead civilians than dead soldiers. Listen ! »

« The first attack was by shelling on the davolydien capital, 10 civilians dead, 2 were kids, 100 hundred others injured. »

« See Achille see ! Hey you ! What ? Bing bang boum ! Why did you kill me ? I don’t know really, I just do what I’m told ! But am no soldier ! Can’t really control the bomb, my bad. »

« The davodylodiens president, Kelevenven, retaliated by ordering the bombing of the goldathien capital. 5 civilians dead. The world expressed they’re worries and stressed that both part should go back to diplomatie. But goldathien troups crossed the border and fierces fights are currently occuring at the… »

« You know sometimes Achille, I think history repeats itself like that… I don’t remember who said that but it’s true ! Yes, Achille we will go for our morning walk but do you know why I always wear that dirty ol’ coat ? No ? That’s the only things I’ve kept from my deployment in Vietnam. I threw away everything Achille, medals and all ! Useless ! That coat was usefull, still use it ! Audrey hated it ! She used to say that when I was wearing it, I didn’t looked like myself, that somehow, she probably felt this with that instinct womens have for seeing invisible things that affect mens, I acted differently when I was rocking it. Yeah I know let’s go ! Wait, one more thing Ulysse, do you know who won the Vietnam war ? Well, The deads ! Because they don’t have to endure life anymore ! And somehow, I’m sure, they ended up in heaven. Like Forgety used to sing, they were’nt fortunate sons. Anyway, enough rambling for today. Let’s walk ! »

The old man put on his old army jacket, who was laid on the chair next to him, and get up without difficulty, no more shaking, no more rambling about the pain.

He ties Ulysse on his leash, open the doors, the sun is bright, you could almost see his dark silhouette changing. His back straight up as he close the door with confidence.

Jaskiers