First, thank you once again for taking the time to comment.

The writer is James Douglas Morrison, infamous lead singer of The Doors, rock star and frustrated poet.

I chose Jim Morrison because he remains a cultural icon and forever controversial. I kept the writer’s name hidden because I didn’t want his rock persona to influence opinion. He died in Paris, 1971 and was in his prime along with the band from the middle 60’s until his death so it is also tempting, given the nature of his imagery, to simply dismiss it as drug induced . Of course that may well be the case ! The band’s name is said to come from Aldous Huxley’s ‘The doors of Perception’, in fact it is from Blake’s ‘The Marriage of Heaven and Hell’

“If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, Infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro’ narrow chinks of his cavern.”

And this is an important point, Morrison was very well read. From Kerouac to the French symbolist poets such as Baudelaire and Rimbaud, so his credentials at least were good. He was however a product of his time, the 60’s counter culture and it’s desire to break from authority would have fuelled Morrison’s personal rebellious inclination. His father the Admiral, church, university etc. Ultimately he rejected Rock stardom, the music industry being  very much part of the establishment and sought to realise his desire to be a poet.

The poem was taken from his self published ‘The New Creatures’. You all picked up on some aspect of his persona in his words. Considering how complex this man was perhaps we shouldn’t be surprised at his prose.

Interestingly I find his lyrics engage my emotions and intellect whereas most of his poetry doesn’t.

Realms of bliss
Realms of light
Some are born to sweet delight
Some are born to sweet delight
Some are born to the endless night

Shake dreams from you hair,
my pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and the sign of your day,
the day’s divinity,
first thing you see.

A vast radiant beach in a cool jewelled moon,
couples naked race down by its quiet side,
and we laugh like soft, mad children,
smug in the woolly cotton brains of infancy.
The music and voices are all around us

And to finish, a curve ball. A poem of his that I adore. Inspired by the cover of a paperback depicting a becalmed Galleon .

When the still sea conspires an armour
And her sullen and aborted
Currents breed tiny monsters,
True sailing is dead.
Awkward instant
And the first animal is jettisoned,
Legs furiously pumping
Their stiff green gallop,
And head bob up
In mute nostril agony
Carefully refined
And sealed over.




10 thoughts on “CRITIQUE-explained

  1. I thought the first two lines of the poem in the critique were familiar Nigel. Your eloquent post and thoughts throw up some interesting conflicts. Having read the poems of Bob Dylan and John Lennon, like Jim Morrison, their poetry is at odds with the lyrics of their more famous songs. Maybe it is something to do with the music or absence of music.

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    1. Perhaps we’re back in strict vs free form, in this case the melody/form driving the poem/lyrics just as both Roland and yourself felt could happen in strict form. Dylan and Lennon were talented musicians. Although Morrison was not, he had the melodies in his mind, extraordinary, which the other classically trained and hugely talented band members would then flesh out.

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      1. It may be something to do with the melody. Maybe when they wrote with the absence of music their brain worked in a different way. An interesting subject Nigel.

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  2. Ah, it makes sense. The poem was certainly conflicted. The poem that you shared at the end of this is worlds better. I’d never read his poetry before, much more aware of the music, but now I need to get my hands on some.

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