Claws for the Weekend:Morrison

I’ve been a Doors fan for some years now. I love the music, and I love Jim Morrison’s imagery and poetic vision.

His lyrics and the music of Manzarek, Krieger and Densmore complemented each other perfectly.

Ignoring the mythic Lizard King and Rock Shaman, and looking beyond his descent into a shambolic, alcoholic wreck, what we have left to digest are the songs and the poems. The Morrison we find in his words- spoken, written, sung. And yes, sometimes slurred.

Death makes angels of us all

And gives us wings

Where we had shoulders

Smooth as raven’s claws

This is from Feast of Friends, one of the many recorded poems released as ‘An American Prayer.’

As a rock star who longed to be taken seriously as an artist, Jim Morrison v James Douglas Morrison, I will leave it up to you to make up your own mind. His poetry tends to polarise opinion. One man’s meat is another man’s poison, and I think this is especially true of poetry and music.

Meanwhile I will be having a longer than usual weekend break from City Jackdaw as I am off to London on Bank Holiday Monday and won’t be back until Wednesday, so until then try and keep those wings off your smooth shoulders if you can, and I will see you then. Have a good one.

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6 thoughts on “Claws for the Weekend:Morrison

  1. I find so many rockers to be very soulful poets. It’s sad that they lived such tragic lives. But then, many poets do. But I don’t believe that great talent has to burn out in this way. Enjoy your holiday!!!

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      • We suffer in different ways. Some of us won’t die of a drug overdose or some other consequence of excess living. But we suffer every time someone says, “Why are you writing? That’s silly” or makes some other disparaging comment.

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  2. Me and Jack went to his grave in Pere Lachaise on a sweltering hot day, lots of people hanging out, smoking and playing guitar (very badly I might add). Nice experience though and a good vibe.

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    • Hi Dee, that is on my to do, or rather, to go list. Was that before someone stole the bust of Jim’s head from the grave? And if so, how did you fit it in your suitcase?

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  3. Pingback: Reflection for today…Unforgettable -Jim Morrison | MYSOULSONICE

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