"Does the theatre keep out light, or keep in darkness?"


I read this in one seating and was completely captivated. I have frantically underlined numerous passages from "The Lords". It is truly thought-provoking and it vividly reminded me of why I am so deeply attracted to Jim Morrison as an artist. I firmly believe it's not about film aesthetics at all. Instead, Jim Morrison allows us a precious glimpse into his life philosophy here.



"The happening/the event in which ether is introduced into a roomful of people through air vents makes the chemical an actor. Its agent, or injector, is an artist showman who creates a performance to witness himself. The people consider themselves audience, while they perform for each other, and the gas acts out poems of its own through the medium of the human body. This approaches the psychology of the orgy while remaining in the realm of the Game and its infinite permutations."



"It is wrong to assume that art needs the spectator in order to be. The films runs on without any eyes. The spectator cannot exist without it. It ensures his existence."


"New Creatures" has a certain enchanting rhythm to it. You could almost envision Jim Morrison's hypnotic voice singing the stanzas. The lizard king seems to come alive in between the words. It was truly spellbinding, just like The Doors' music.



"Doesn't the ground swallow me
when I die, or the sea
if I die at sea?"

I truly love the man.

However, this particular situation or thing was complete and utter shit.

It was so bad that I just can't find the right words to fully describe it.

Damn it was really that bad.

I mean, seriously, damn.

I had such high expectations, but it turned out to be a huge disappointment.

It's like all my hopes and dreams were suddenly shattered.

But still, despite this, my love for the man remains.

Maybe this is just a temporary setback, and things will get better in the future.

But for now, I'm just left feeling frustrated and let down.

The Lords is not just an ordinary piece of writing. It is more like a profound meditation or a stream of consciousness that offers a unique document of view on the relationship between the spectator and the spectacle. Morrison delves deep into the concepts of voyeurism and the act of watching passively to experience certain feelings.

Although it may seem like a quick read at first glance, it actually contains a wealth of ideas and reflections that require careful unpacking. Morrison's thoughts on this topic are both thought-provoking and engaging, making it a must-read for those interested in exploring the complex dynamics between the observer and the observed.

His insights offer a fresh perspective on how we consume and make sense of the world around us through the act of watching. Whether it is in the context of art, media, or everyday life, The Lords challenges us to question our own role as spectators and the impact that our passive viewing may have on our understanding and perception of the world.

In conclusion, The Lords is a remarkable piece of work that combines depth, brevity, and a unique perspective on the age-old question of the spectator vs spectacle. It is a work that will leave a lasting impression on anyone who takes the time to read and reflect upon its contents.

Just appalling.

The situation we are facing is truly appalling. It is a state of affairs that leaves one in a state of shock and disbelief.

Everywhere we look, there are signs of chaos and disorder. The once beautiful and orderly world seems to have been turned upside down.

People are suffering, and there seems to be no end in sight. The pain and anguish are palpable, and it weighs heavily on our hearts.

We must take action. We cannot simply stand by and watch as this nightmare unfolds.

It is time for us to come together, to unite, and to find solutions. We have the power within us to make a difference, to bring about change, and to restore hope.

Let us not be deterred by the magnitude of the task at hand. Let us be勇敢 and resolute, and let us work towards a better future for all.

This book is a cohesively put together collection of early poems centered around Jim Morrison's world.

It presents a vivid picture of the 1960's California rock and roll scene, which was filled with sex, drugs, fame, death, and an intense obsession with native american mysticism.

The often hallucinatory images within these poems result in some truly remarkable 4-star pieces, while others might be considered throwaways.

Nonetheless, I firmly believe that his best and most consistently compelling words were those he crafted for The Doors.

However, it is also evident how much of that creative genius originated from his poetry.

In fact, I was so intrigued by this collection that I have decided to go ahead and tackle his next work, The American Night.

Overall, this book offers a fascinating glimpse into the mind and artistry of Jim Morrison, and I look forward to exploring more of his literary contributions.

I really liked this short poetry collection from The Lizard King.

It is quite evident that Rimbaud was his favourite poet. The reason is that they both share a similar style when it comes to expressing surrealism and transgressiveness.

The way they use words and create images is truly remarkable. It's as if they are both able to break free from the constraints of traditional poetry and explore new and uncharted territories.

Reading this collection was a swift and pleasant experience. It didn't take long to get through, but it left a lasting impression on me.

I would highly recommend this collection to anyone who enjoys reading poetry that is both unique and thought-provoking.

I vividly remember reading this particular piece when I was in high school. At that time, I had an immediate and strong reaction - I thought it was simply terrible. The words seemed to lack any real depth or substance, and it failed to engage my interest in the slightest.

Years later, when I was in university, for some reason, I came across the same piece again. I decided to give it another chance, hoping that perhaps my more mature perspective would allow me to see something I had missed before. However, much to my disappointment, my initial assessment remained unchanged. It still struck me as being dreadfully bad.

Now, having read it yet again, my opinion has not wavered one bit. I firmly believe that it is a truly awful work. There is nothing in it that I can find remotely redeeming or worthy of praise. As a result, I have made up my mind that I shan't be reading it again. Once was bad enough, and three times is more than enough to convince me that this is a piece of writing that I can happily do without.

I was in Barnes and Noble approximately four years ago, and to my great shock, I saw this on the shelf.

Apparently, it has remarkable staying power! I thoroughly enjoy reading Jim's poetry.

Jim was truly one of a kind. They say that he was far more excited and thrilled to see his book in print than any gold record that his band was ever awarded.

His passion for writing and having his words published was evident.

The fact that his work has endured on the shelves of Barnes and Noble for so long is a testament to its quality and the impact it has had on readers.

Each time I pick up his book, I am transported into his world of beautiful and thought-provoking poetry.

It's a joy to experience his unique perspective and creativity through his words.

I'm glad that his work continues to be available for others to discover and enjoy.

Panned by critics, this work was considered by many to be a failure. However, I found it to be very perceptive and unique in its vantage point.

It seemed to offer a fresh perspective on the subject matter, one that was not immediately obvious to others.

Albeit probably drug-induced, this work had a certain charm and authenticity that I could not ignore.

As a poet myself, I appreciated it a great deal.

I believe that it was underrated for sure, and that it deserved more recognition and praise than it received.

Perhaps with time, its true value will be realized, and it will be regarded as a classic of its genre.

Until then, I will continue to cherish it and recommend it to others who are open-minded enough to appreciate its unique qualities.

Sometimes you randomly pick a book from the library. It was an interesting coincidence. It wasn't a book that I would normally read. I haven't even read all the poems. It was a one-hour reading. There was an immediate and beautiful change in perspective. We experienced a different character in a different sector.

This random encounter with the book opened up a new world for me. It made me realize that there are countless treasures hidden within the pages of books that we might not otherwise discover.

The one-hour reading session became a memorable experience. It allowed me to step out of my comfort zone and explore a different genre.

I'm glad that I took the chance and picked up that book. It has broadened my horizons and given me a new appreciation for the power of literature.

Morrison is a rather clumsy and drug-addled figure, often making pop-culture references that seem out of place. His poetry, unfortunately, is not something that one would typically sit down and read for pleasure. Instead, it might be more useful for gleaning some general trivia about Jim Morrison himself.

It is true that his work is abstract, but this is not due to his use of abstraction and absurdism in a meaningful or artistic way. Rather, it seems that he is simply in a perpetual state of being really, really high, which perhaps clouds his judgment and makes his writing less coherent and engaging.

While there may be some who appreciate Morrison's work for its quirkiness or because of their interest in the counterculture of the time, for the most part, his poetry fails to live up to the standards of great literature. It lacks the depth, complexity, and emotional resonance that one would expect from a truly great poet.

In conclusion, while Morrison may have had some interesting ideas and a certain charm, his poetry is ultimately more of a curiosity than a work of lasting value.

The Lords initially received 3 stars, but the new creatures alone deserve 4. I had no idea that The Lords were meditative essays on cinematik, and even when I found out, I couldn't see it. However, the new creatures, on the other hand. Whew! They give off vibes of True Detective, Coney Island, Mad Max, and The VVitch if their central theme had been restless youths in search of a soul. And then there's this:

III
Cherry palms
Terrible shores
& more
& many more

This we know
that all are free
in the school-made
text of the unforgiven

Deceit smiles
Incredible hardships are suffered
by those barely able
to endure

But all will pass
Lie down in green grass
& smile, & muse, & gaze
upon her smooth
resemblance
to the mating-Queen
who it seems
is in love
w / the horseman

Now, isn't that fragrant
Sir, isn't that knowing
w / a wayward careless
backward glance

July 24, 1968

This piece of writing seems to explore themes of freedom, deceit, hardship, and the passage of time. The imagery of cherry palms and terrible shores creates a vivid and somewhat mysterious setting. The idea that all are free in the school-made text of the unforgiven is an interesting concept, perhaps suggesting that there is a certain liberation that comes from within, even in the face of difficult circumstances. The description of deceit smiling and incredible hardships being suffered by those who can barely endure adds a layer of complexity and emotion to the piece. Overall, it is a thought-provoking and evocative work.