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In his own words:

"Each day

is a drive through history."

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"No one thought up Being:

He who thinks he has please step

forward."

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"In that year there

was an intense visitation of energy.

I left school and went down to the beach to live.

I slept on a roof.

At night the moon became a woman's face.

I met the spirit of music."

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"Look where we worship."

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"No eternal reward

will forgive us now

for wasting the dawn."

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"We are perched headlong on the edge of boredom."

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"We are obsessed with heroes

who live for us and whom we punish."

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"Give me songs to sing

and emerald dreams to dream,

and I will give you love unfolding."

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"I think I'm getting a cerebral erection."

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"Music is your special friend

dance on fire as it intends."

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"When the music's over,

turn out the lights."

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"The 'stranger' was sensed

as greatest menace in ancient

communities."

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"I will not come out.

You must come in to me:

Inside my head where I have constructed

a Universe to rival the real."

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"Doesn't the ground swallow me when I die,

or the sea, if I die at sea?"

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"O stewardess,

how lovely you are,

someday you may pour wine

for the tired man."

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"Death makes angels of us all

and gives us wings

where we had shoulders

smooth as ravens claws."

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"Lets swim to the moon

lets climb through the tide

penetrate the evening

the city sleeps to hide."

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"I am troubled

immeasurably

by your eyes

I am struck

By the feather

of your soft

Reply

The sound of glass

Speaks quiet

Disdain

And conceals

What your eyes fight

To explain"

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The Opening of The Trunk:

"Moment of inner freedom

when the mind is opened & the

infinite Universe revealed

& the soul is left to wander

dazed & confus'd searching

here & there for teachers & friends."

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"I see myself as a huge fiery comet,

a shooting star.

Everyone stops, points up and gasps,

"Oh look at that!"

Then - whoosh - and I'm gone...

and they'll never see anything like it ever again...

and they won't be able to forget me - ever."

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"This is the strangest life I've ever known."

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"Awake

Shake the dreams from your hair

My pretty child, my sweet one.

Choose the day and choose the sign of your day

The day's divinity

First thing you see.

A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon

Couples naked race down by its quiet side

And we laugh like soft, mad children

Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy.

The music and voices are all around us.

Choose, they croon, the Ancient Ones

The time has come again.

Choose now, they croon."

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Metamorphose:

"An object is cut off from its name,

habits, associations. Detached, it becomes only

the thing, in and of itself.

When this disintegration into pure existence

is at last acheived, the object is free to become

endlessly anything."

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"Beneath the moon

Beside the ancient lake

Enter the again the sweet forest,

Enter the hot dreams,

Come with us

Everything is broken up and dances."

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"The program for this evening

is not new. You have seen

This entertainment thru & thru.

You've seen your birth, your

life & death; you might recall

all of the rest - (did you

have a good world when you

died?) - enough to base

a movie on?"

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"Not one of the prisoners regained sexual balance.

Depressions, impotency, sleeplessness... erotic

dispersion in languages, reading, games, music,

and gymnastics.

The prisoners built their own theater which

testified to an incredible surfeit of leisure.

A young sailor, forced into female roles, soon

became the "town" darling, for by this time they

called themselves a town, and elected a mayor,

police, aldermen."

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"June 30th. On the sun roof. He woke up suddenly.

At that instant a jet from the air base crawled

in silence overhead. On the beach, children try

to leap into its swift shadow."

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"More or less, we're all afflicted with the psychology

of the voyeur. Not in a strictly clinical or

criminal sense, but in our whole physical and emotional

stance before the world. Whenever we seek to break

this spell of passivity, our actions are cruel and

awkward and generally obscene, like an invalid who

has forgotten how to walk."

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"In Rome, prostitutes were exhibited on roofs

above the public highways for the dubious

hygiene of loose tides of men whose potential

lust endangered the fragile order of power.

It is even reported that patrician ladies, masked

and naked, sometimes offered themselves up to

these deprived eyes for private excitements of

their own."

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"Lets just say I was testing the bounds of reality."

To be continued...

"Retire now to your tents

and to your dreams,

tomorrow we enter the town

of my birth...

I want to be ready."

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In my memory...

Jim Morrison did not die,

he just stopped harassing

house security

and other passersby.

~ Leon Barnard

Photo below

is by Frank Lisciandro

from his book:

"Morrison: A Feast of Friends"

> that's me center stage

looking cool in shades <