Τετάρτη, Σεπτεμβρίου 05, 2007

The Lizard King





Jim Morrison was a tortured, confused and misunderstood soul but nevertheless a genius. Anenigma and legend that will live on for ever. The Lizard King, the electric poet cannot and will not be silenced ever... as long as his music and poetry continues to thrive in all who appreciate and love his unique and captivating artistry.

Jim Morrison's poetry is a mix of Greek mythology, and Shamanic mysticism. His poetry does not talk about himself. Instead he writes about archetypical themes in a montern setting. His setting was the 60's, which provided a lot of material: Vietnam, new drugs, the women'srights movement and the civil rights movement.

All of these things were ripping at the fabric of America (and humanity).Morrison's poetry attacks these chaotic times head on. However, he writes as if he were a 19th century poet in the mold of Lord Byron, or Arthur Rimbaud. He achieved his goal and a place in history.

Jim Morrison was a poet far, far ahead of his time. His words evoke dancing, metaphorical images that bloom in your mind, like rare hothouse flowers. You can feel the angst, pain and beaty of hi soul in these poems.

Morrison had the kind of voice one finds a few times every 100 years and the ultimata tragedy is that he never gave himself the chance to nurture it to maturity.

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Fuitακος είπε...

"So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here"

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