Jim Morrison is not only an amazing musician, but also a wonderful poet.

His works have a unique charm that can deeply touch the hearts of readers. After reading just a few pages of his poetry, I suddenly had an overwhelming urge to try and write something myself.

His words seemed to flow like a river, carrying with them a sense of passion and longing. I was inspired by his ability to express complex emotions in such a simple and yet powerful way.

I wanted to capture that same essence in my own writing, to create something that would have the same impact on others.

Maybe I wouldn't be able to reach the same heights as Jim Morrison, but I was willing to give it a try and see where this newfound inspiration would take me.

I believe that everyone has a story to tell, and through writing, we can share those stories with the world.

This isn't Shakespeare or Edgar Allan Poe.

It simply can't be regarded in the same light.

These writings are from a well-read rock'n'roll singer.

I truly enjoy the vivid images he uses and the captivating journey his words take me on.

Sometimes, it doesn't always make perfect sense, but that's part of its charm.

It is highly entertaining and, at times, even thought-provoking.

His unique style of writing combines the energy and passion of rock'n'roll with the creativity and depth of literary expression.

It's a refreshing departure from the traditional works of established authors.

Each piece seems to tell a story, whether it's about love, life, or the human experience.

Even though it may not follow the conventional rules of grammar and syntax, it manages to convey emotions and ideas in a powerful and engaging way.

Overall, I find his writings to be a fascinating and enjoyable read.

Do you dare

deny my

potency,

my kindness,

my forgiveness?

Just try,

you will fry

like the rest

in holiness.

This powerful and somewhat menacing proclamation seems to challenge anyone who would question the qualities being asserted. The use of strong language and vivid imagery, such as "you will fry like the rest in holiness," adds a sense of drama and intensity.

RIP, Lizard King. This simple yet poignant phrase at the end perhaps indicates the passing of someone significant, someone who may have embodied the qualities described in the preceding lines. It leaves the reader with a sense of mystery and a desire to know more about the Lizard King and the context in which these words were written.

Overall, the text creates a vivid and engaging atmosphere that invites further exploration and interpretation.

I used to sprawl on my bed in the dark, with Jim Morrison's poetry CD blasting loudly. The room was filled with the captivating sound of his voice. Oh, how I loved it! He had this air of danger about him that simply drew me in.

However, this set of writings is completely different. These poems were not composed with me in mind. As an adult, my perspective has changed. I now see him in a different light. No longer do I view him through the rose-tinted glasses of my youth.

Perhaps it's because I have grown and matured, or maybe it's because I have gained a deeper understanding of the world and its complexities. Whatever the reason, I can no longer simply lose myself in the allure of his voice and the danger he seemed to embody.

Now, when I look at his work, I analyze it more critically, trying to understand the true meaning and intention behind his words. And while I still appreciate the beauty and power of his poetry, it no longer has the same hold on me as it once did.

Jim Morrison was truly a visionary who was far ahead of his time.

His unique brand of poetry was a reflection of his complex and tortured soul. I firmly believe that if his works were to be presented today, they would be extremely well received.

In this modern era, there is a much greater acceptance and appreciation for different kinds of poetry. Morrison's words, filled with beauty, pain, and desires, have the power to touch the hearts and minds of people even now.

It is truly a pleasure to have the opportunity to peek into his mind through his poetry and catch a glimpse of the inner turmoil and passion that inhabited his being.

His works serve as a reminder of the power of art to express the deepest emotions and experiences of the human condition.

Even though he may no longer be with us, his poetry lives on and continues to inspire generations of artists and thinkers.

I first purchased a copy of this book in 1982, and it still had pages marked with cut-up strips of post-it notes. The other day, I went in search of this book, but I couldn't find it anywhere. It was strange that a book that I had carried around during several military moves had suddenly vanished. I ordered another copy and re-read it for the first time in several years. Perhaps having more knowledge about poetry than I did then might change my perspective on this book.

I read "The Lords" with newfound interest. The themes are easily recognizable. There is the city and its grittiness. Different rings of death in the city give rise to different vices. There is the sophisticated disease in the outer rings of the suburbs and the harsh and unkind vices of the inner city. The idea of sex being the center ring of death makes sense in the most biological and evolutionary sense of our existence.

The main theme is the camera and cinema. The camera manages to capture the perfect form of the object or subject, while the eye is imperfect. We must rely on the brain to save the image, and the brain remembers things as we want to see them rather than as they actually existed. What we see is like what the prisoners in Plato's Cave Allegory see. The camera captures the true form and preserves it. Instead of Plato's Cave, Morrison uses alchemy. He insists that alchemy is not the father of chemistry but the search for purity and the true nature of things. It is an interesting analogy that seems to capture the mysticism Morrison enjoyed.

"The New Creatures" is dedicated to Pamela Susan Courson, Morrison's partner and common-law wife. It begins as a tribute and evolves into a discussion of primitive man and finally animals. The themes are not as obvious, but the work is more poetic in its form and style.

This is an interesting collection in several ways. The poems are not titled and use the pages to separate them. Longer poems use Roman numerals at the start of the verse to indicate that the poem is a continuation. It is not always clear. This is perhaps the first collection of poetry, outside of independent presses, that has no introduction or biography of the author. The back cover simply states: "Jim Morrison was the lead singer, composer, and lyricist for the Doors until his death in 1971."

It is a nice collection, albeit a bit eccentric. Perhaps it is a bit dated when it comes to references to cinema and photography in this age of Photoshop and CGI movies. However, Morrison did have a degree from the UCLA School of Theater, Film and Television, and that undoubtedly had an influence on his work.

Jim Morrison, with his unique talent, has an extraordinary way of conjuring up the atmosphere of a specific place and time within just a few words.

He was truly a gifted individual, and in my opinion, he stands as one of the great poets of the 20th century.

I vividly remember reading his works in the cold, wet rainforest. Strangely enough, it made me feel hot and dry, as if I was transported to the sunny and arid streets of L.A.

It was an incredibly powerful reading experience, provided that you allow yourself to fully immerse in it. His words have the ability to transcend the boundaries of reality and take you on a journey to different worlds and emotions.

Morrison's poetry is not just words on a page; it is a living, breathing entity that can touch the deepest parts of your soul.

Whether you are a fan of poetry or not, I highly recommend giving his works a chance and see where they take you.

"All games contain the idea of death."

This profound statement by Jim Morrison is just one of the many insightful lines in his work "The Lords and The New Creatures." I was truly delighted to discover this collection recently in a used book store, after a twenty-year hiatus from reading it.

Morrison's words paint a vivid picture of the city. He describes how the city forms a circle, both physically and psychically. It's like a game, a ring of death with sex at its center. As we drive towards the outskirts of the city suburbs, we discover zones of sophisticated vice and boredom, even child prostitution. But in the grim ring immediately surrounding the daylight business district, there exists the only real crowd life, street life, and night life. We find diseased specimens in dollar hotels, boarding houses, bars, pawn shops, burlesques, and brothels, in dying arcades that never seem to die, and in streets upon streets of all-night cinemas.

The poet's perspective is like that of a hawk circling the city, spiraling down to the center, getting closer and closer to the truth. My brother astutely referred to Morrison as a "preacher," as he is critical of the passive and hypnotic nature of cinema. He writes, "We are content with the 'given' in sensation's quest. We have been metamorphosized from a mad body dancing on hillsides to a pair of eyes staring in the dark." And later, he calls films "collections of dead pictures which are given artificial insemination. Film spectators are quiet vampires."

The collection is divided into two parts. Near the end of the first part, "The Lords: Notes on Vision," Morrison rails against the dangers of modern-day pop culture. He believes that the Lords appease us with images, such as books, concerts, galleries, shows, and especially cinemas. Through art, they confuse us and blind us to our enslavement. Art adorns our prison walls, keeping us silent, diverted, and indifferent.

I have to admit that I have always been, and still am, a bit more enamored with the first section, "The Lords." The second part, "The New Creatures," has a different tone, focus, and even style. It is more verse than prose and is savage in its imagery. I interpret it as a description of what we are becoming - new creatures of impure perception, out of touch with reality, and blind savages returning to primal states.

Regardless of whether or not one appreciates The Doors or considers Jim Morrison a "true" poet, this collection is thought-provoking and well worth reading. It makes us question our relationship with the city, with art, and with ourselves.

When you're strange, No one remembers your name. (People are Strange) Jim Morrison, a psychedelic rock icon, was the strangest of the strange. Yet, people not only remember his name, they worship it. Throughout the sixties and seventies, Jim brought a new tone to rock and roll, one that would help shape a generation.

Though primarily known for his vocals with The Doors, he was also a talented poet. In The Lords and The New Creatures, he expresses his elusive and mysterious mentality onto paper, showing his outlook on modern pop culture.

James Douglas Morrison was born on December 8, 1943 in Melbourne, Florida. As a Navy brat, he and his family lived all around the country, in places like Virginia, New Mexico, and California. At about four, he witnessed a car accident with an overturned truck and injured Native Americans, which he later described as the most impactful memory of his childhood. He attended UCLA, where he studied poets like Artaud, who influenced his poetic style. After UCLA, he lived on a rooftop in Venice Beach for several months, living off canned beans and LSD, showing his transition to the psychedelic lifestyle. During this time, he met Ray Manzarek on the beach, who was interested in his poetic flow. They formed The Doors, with Robby Krieger and John Densmore joining shortly after. Over the years and with lots of drugs, they produced many hit songs. Morrison also wrote and self-published several works of poetry, including The Lords and The New Creatures in 1970. Sadly, at 27, he mysteriously died on July 3, 1971.

The first poem, The Lords, is Jim's perspective on film and pop culture, described as "a thesis on film aesthetics" by him. He bases much of his words on human sexuality and how we express it in life. The second poem, The New Creatures, is about society and the world's decay, telling short tales of travelers exploring this decayed world. Morrison's flow in the poems is like a roller coaster, starting calm, then speeding up, and back to calmness. He inflicts his own emotions onto the reader and teaches them his view on the effects of pop culture on society.

Overall, this was an interesting read. I highly recommend it to fans of poetry, The Doors, and those who enjoy a trippy read. It takes the reader on a journey through Jim Morrison's thoughts and his view on pop culture and life. We can see through his writing that he was very talented not only on stage but also on paper. This work was a very enjoyable experience to read and has changed my view on Jim Morrison and his music.

He is one of the most intelligent and sensitive human beings that ever walked on earth.

His intellectual prowess and emotional depth are truly remarkable. It seems that he has an innate ability to understand the complexities of the human condition and express them in the most profound and beautiful ways.

His poetry really resembles Rimbaud. I think Rimbaud was his most notorious influence. The similarities in their styles and themes are quite striking. Both poets have a unique way of using language to create vivid images and evoke strong emotions.

I prefer to "listen" to his poems through music or spoken words. There is something about the rhythm and melody of his words that come alive when they are set to music or recited aloud.

Five stars for the lizard king! He sure can do anything. His creativity knows no bounds, and he continues to inspire and amaze us with his work. Whether it's through his poetry, music, or other artistic endeavors, he always manages to push the boundaries and explore new frontiers.

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Let it be铭刻 in the heavens' unchangeable heart that I live as Jim Morrison, echoing Jack Kerouac's opinion on Allen Ginsberg. I hold a deep love for his records and shed tears for his tragic demise. This weekend, I found myself in Paris, visiting his graveside. Dozens of others came and went, a testament to the fact that he is still widely loved and mourned, and justifiably so.

However, when it comes to his poetry, I can only award two stars. 'The lords', part one, does have some merit as it delves into the visual arts, a subject that Jim was well-versed in through his film studies. Yet, he rarely manages to make the language work poetically. It is overly associative, lacking almost any semblance of structure or design.

'The new creatures', part two, dedicated to his girlfriend, is somewhat similar. It fails to capture the essence of Jim being in command of his subject.

Nevertheless, when he sings 'you're lost little girl' for you, all of these shortcomings are forgotten. There, without a doubt, lies a minimum of five stars.