posted December 15, 2007 11:11 PM         

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*People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's ******** . Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain

*I think of myself as an intelligent, sensitive human being with the soul of a clown which always forces me to blow it at the most important moments

*I believe in a long, prolonged, derangement of the senses in order to obtain the unknown

*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.

*That's what real love amounts to- letting a person be what he really is. Most people love you for who you pretend to be. To keep their love, you keep pretending- performing. You get to love your pretence. It's true, we're locked in an image, an act

*Expose yourself to your deepest fear; after that, fear has no power, and the fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes. You are free

*Love cannot save you from your own fate

*The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You trade in your sense for an act. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask. There can't be any large-scale revolution until there's a personal revolution, on and individual level. It's got to happen inside first. You can take away a man's political freedom and you won't hurt him- unless you take away his freedom to feel. That can destroy him. That kind of freedom can't be granted. Nobody can win it for you.

*I like people who shake other people up and make them feel uncomfortable

*People fear death even more than pain. It's strange that they fear death. Life hurts a lot more than death. At the point of death, the pain is over. Yeah, I guess it is a friend..

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Perhaps he died young and may have reworded what he said if he lived more than 65. Or perhaps its good just the way it is

Especially :
I believe in a long, prolonged, derangement of the senses in order to obtain the unknown

posted December 15, 2007 11:31 PM         

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Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.”

The most loving parents and relatives commit murder with smiles on their faces. They force us to destroy the person we really are: a subtle kind of murder

Where's your will to be weird

I wouldn't mind dying in a plane crash. It'd be a good way to go. I don't want to die in my sleep, or of old age, or OD...I want to feel what it's like. I want to taste it, hear it, smell it. Death is only going to happen to you once; I don't want to miss it.

This is the strangest life I've ever known

I think the highest and lowest points are the important ones. Anything else is just...in between. I want the freedom to try everything

as i look back...over my life...i am struck by post cards...ruined snapshots...faded posters...of a time..i can't recall

We fear violence less than our own feelings. Personal, private, solitary pain is more terrifying than what anyone else can inflict

Each generation wants new symbols, new people, new names. They want to divorce themselves from their predecessors.”

Being drunk is a good disguise. I drink so I can talk to assholes. This includes me

Whoever controls the media, controls the mind

When you make your peace with authority, you become authority

I am the lizard king. I can do anything

There are things known, and there are things unknown, And in between are the Doors

Let's just say I was testing the bounds of reality. I was curious to see what would happen. That's all it was: curiosity

Some of the worst mistakes of my life have been haircuts.

Listen, real poetry doesn't say anything; it just ticks off the possibilities. Opens all doors. You can walk through anyone that suits you

How can I set free anyone who doesn't have the guts to stand up alone and declare his own freedom? I think it's a lie – people claim they want to be free – everybody insists that freedom is what they want the most, the most sacred and precious thing a man can possess. But that's ******** ! People are terrified to be set free – they hold on to their chains. They fight anyone who tries to break those chains. It's their security…How can they expect me or anyone else to set them free if they don't really want to be free?”

The time to hesitate is through

Actually I don't remember being born, It must have happened during one of my black outs.

If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it's to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.

You're all a bunch of ****** ' slaves

I am interested in anything about revolt, disorder , chaos-especially activity that seems to have no meaning. It seems to me to be the road toward freedom... Rather than starting inside, I start outside and reach the mental through the physical

Blake said that the body was the soul's prison unless the five senses are fully developed and open. He considered the senses the 'windows of the soul.' When sex involves all the senses intensely, it can be like a mystical experience

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posted December 16, 2007 09:52 AM         

And this:

"I believe in a long, prolonged derangement of the senses in order to obtain the unknown."

I like this one, too, Mannu.

Jim was a prolific drug user.
He was not afraid to experiment with mind-altering substances
(marijuana, cocaine, heroin, alcohol, mushrooms, LSD, etc.)
and, evidently, he credited this "derangement of the senses" with inspiring
many of his deepest insights; the ones we are inspired to quote today.

Good for him.
He took that journey.
He shined twice as bright for half as long,
and became immortal;
we will never forget the brilliant comet that he was.

We love you, Jim.

Break On Through

You know the day destroys the night
Night divides the day
Tried to run
Tried to hide
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side, yeah

We chased our pleasures here
Dug our treasures there
But can you still recall
The time we cried
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side

Yeah!
C'mon, yeah

Everybody loves my baby
Everybody loves my baby
She get
She get
She get
She get high

I found an island in your arms
Country in your eyes
Arms that chain us
Eyes that lie
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through, oww!
Oh, yeah!

Made the scene
Week to week
Day to day
Hour to hour
The gate is straight
Deep and wide
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through
Break on through
Break on through
Break on through
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

posted December 16, 2007 10:56 AM         

Before I sink
Into the big sleep
I want to hear
I want to hear
The scream of the butterfly

Come back, baby
Back into my arm
We're gettin' tired of hangin' around
Waitin' around with our heads to the ground

I hear a very gentle sound
Very near yet very far
Very soft, yeah, very clear
Come today, come today

What have they done to the earth?
What have they done to our fair sister?
Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit her
Stuck her with knives in the side of the dawn
And tied her with fences and dragged her down

I hear a very gentle sound
With your ear down to the ground
We want the world and we want it...
We want the world and we want it...
Now
Now?
Now!

Persian night, babe
See the light, babe
Save us!
Jesus!
Save us!

So when the music's over
When the music's over, yeah
When the music's over
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights

posted December 16, 2007 11:00 AM         

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People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's ******** . Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain

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The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You trade in your sense for an act. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask. There can't be any large-scale revolution until there's a personal revolution, on and individual level. It's got to happen inside first. You can take away a man's political freedom and you won't hurt him- unless you take away his freedom to feel. That can destroy him. That kind of freedom can't be granted. Nobody can win it for you.

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People fear death even more than pain. It's strange that they fear death. Life hurts a lot more than death. At the point of death, the pain is over. Yeah, I guess it is a friend.

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posted December 16, 2007 11:43 AM         

He is also known to have started the trend of rock stars wearing leather pants from his days

posted December 16, 2007 10:50 PM         

HSC - He had great potential and a meeting with a Master would have transformed me I think. He is there but not there really.

posted December 17, 2007 07:46 AM         

did all these musicians really die of "drug overdoses"? of course not. many artists have sometimes excessive lifestyles; few reach the mainstream masses in the ways that these did ~

The federal government has maintained active programs to eliminate rock musicians and disrupt rock concerts. Senator Frank Church's Committee hearings in 1975 and the FBI Cointel-Programs clearly document the intent to break up any gatherings of the "new left". Nothing brought anti-war demonstrators together with political messages more effectively than music festivals.

There is hard evidence the CIA assigned agents to "investigate the music industry." After the murders of

Tim Buckley,
Jim Croce, and
Mama Cass Elliot,

more information surfaced about earlier mysterious deaths of

Jimi Hendrix,
Jim Morrison, and
Janis Joplin.

Listed below, but not updated this past year, are some of the rock musicians who have died since the Huston Plan and the FBI Cointel-Program were activated. If these people had been taking any kinds of drugs, there is the distinct possibility that specific poisons were added to their drugs, enough to be fatal, to make it appear that they had died from a simple "overdose".

John Lennon
Paul Kossoff
John Bonham
Elvis Presley
Jim Reeves
Steve Parson
Buddy Holly
Berry Oakley
Bob Marley
Otis Redding
Tim Buckley
Sal Mineo
Brian Jones
Jim Croce
Harry Chapin
Jimi Hendrix
Richard Earina
Brian Epstein, Beatles manager
Janis Joplin
Lenny Bruce
Jim Morrison
Larry Williams
Michael Jeffery, Jimi Hendrix manager
Duane Allman
Bon Scott, AC/DC
Mama Cass Elliot
Richie Valens
Rod McKernan, "Pig Pen" of the Grateful Dead
Gram Parsons
J. P. Richardson
Phil Oakes
Ronnie Van Zandt
Marc Bolan
Steve Gains
Donald Rex Jackson, Grateful Dead mgr.
Keith Moon
Sid Viscious
Kurt Cobain

very hard to imagine that all these deaths were accidental. though they did all have in common a subversive element, not compatible with the status quo, esp that of the military industrial complex. hmmm. seems there is a method behind the madness after all.

posted December 17, 2007 10:55 AM         

Money from home
good luck
stay out of trouble

posted December 17, 2007 11:30 AM         

To have just been born
for beauty & see sadness
What is this frail sickness?

posted December 17, 2007 11:38 AM         

As a teenager I was enamored. Generally there's a lot of posturing, I think. A lot self-diversion and he reminds me of the little boy whistling past the graveyard. If the drugs gave him brief moments of vision, rather then the usual sensory stimulation, he didn't know what to do with them.
I catch some much needed honesty in As I Look Back. A real shame.

posted December 17, 2007 01:02 PM         

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In 1947, Morrison purportedly witnessed a car accident in the desert, where a family of Native Americans was injured and possibly killed.
He referred to this incident in a spoken word performance on the song "Dawn's Highway" from the album An American Prayer, and again in the songs "Riders on the Storm", "Peace Frog", and "Ghost Song", all linked by the spoken line from "Dawn's Highway":

Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind

Morrison believed the incident to be the most formative event in his life and made repeated references to it in the imagery in his songs, poems, and interviews.

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Perhaps that incident triggered a past life connection in him. Was he a native indian or a Shaman, trapped in the body of a rock star?

posted December 17, 2007 01:44 PM         

His sorrow, his torment
was for his Seeing beyond it.
The horror of living with
this Vision~
innocence and beauty
raped again and again.

The Soul remains untouched
through all experience.

Shuddering
on shoulders of a dour, forsaking
world.

I think he hoped to guide us
back to beginning.
Beauty, Abandon,
Mystical Natural Mystery,
Magic~
Awakening,
the other realms.
Lead us out of this dream,
back to our Truer Selves.

We have been metamorphosized
from wild dancers on hillsides
to two eyes staring in the dark.~J.M

The tragedy
would have been if he denied
his natural impulse
and slipped absently into the mold.

The greatest heights
risk greatest loss.

a little boy whistling past the
graveyard

beautiful and insightful, Tink.
Such a richly colorful phrase.

posted December 17, 2007 02:31 PM         

It's good to have an open mind and keep questioning though...

posted December 17, 2007 02:38 PM         

Well whatever it was, hope you are already enjoying this life somewhere out there. And as this thread shows we do understand you

posted December 17, 2007 02:52 PM         

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Jim wasn't lost.
It is the world that is lost.
His sorrow, his torment
was for his Seeing beyond it.
The horror of living with
this Vision~
innocence and beauty
raped again and again.

The Soul remains untouched
through all experience.

Shuddering
on shoulders of a dour, forsaking
world.

I think he hoped to guide us
back to beginning.
Beauty, Abandon,
Mystical Natural Mystery,
Magic~
Awakening,
the other realms.
Lead us out of this dream,
back to our Truer Selves.

We have been metamorphosized
from wild dancers on hillsides
to two eyes staring in the dark.~J.M

The tragedy
would have been if he denied
his natural impulse
and slipped absently into the mold.

The greatest heights
risk greatest loss.

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Beautiful, Lisa.
And absolutely true.

posted December 17, 2007 02:57 PM         

Anyone who studies the history of rock ‘n’ roll cannot miss the large number of artists who died violently, either murdered outright, or expiring from a variety of unnatural causes such as substance abuse, car accidents, plane crashes, shootings, drownings, suicides, and so on. Some say it is natural for rock stars to die young because they live in excess. That is true to an extent, but it is also true that many such excesses are in fact manufactured images. For example, it was rumored for years that Yoko Ono was addicted to heroin in the late Sixties, early Seventies. According to the rumor, both she and John Lennon were addicts. But time has shown this was probably not true. Today Yoko Ono is 70 and the picture of health. Generally speaking, extreme drug use begins to take its toll by the time a person reaches 70, assuming the user lives that long. Also, living in excess is not restricted to rock stars. Professional athletes, politicians, journalists, diplomats, and other professionals live on the edge as well. Yet the non-rocker mortality rate is significantly lower than that of rock stars. Are we to believe that becoming a successful rock star means artists must be junkies, drunks, reckless drivers, or suicidal maniacs?

Speaking of suicide, I never understood how several rock stars—like Kurt Cobane, for example—struggled for years to make it to the top only to commit suicide after achieving success. People forget that rock ‘n’ roll is a business, and like any business, a minimal level of discipline is necessary in order to succeed. It takes quite a bit of discipline to put a band together, rehearse, play gigs, write songs, and constantly promote the entire project. As part of the endeavor, a degree of recreational drugs or alcohol are often present, similar to the way conventional businessmen sometimes drink cocktails before signing a large business agreement. This level of substance use is not considered a problem in the conventional business world, and it is not necessarily a cause for alarm in the music business either. But extreme substance abuse would create problems for any business, whether it is a rock band or a more conventional enterprise. Like any business, if appointments are missed, if commitments are not honored, if people in the business generally do not conduct themselves in a professional manner, then the business will falter, usually before it has the opportunity to succeed. To believe that professional rock musicians are continually strung-out on drugs is simply not realistic. This is not to suggest that substance abuse does not exist within the entertainment industry, but it is a matter of degree. For example, if a rock journalist or author claims a particular rock star was a heroin addict before he/she became famous, and the substance abuse continued after achieving success, this should be taken with a grain of salt. Anything is possible from time to time, but many rock journalists and authors tend to portray all rock stars as drug addicts, drunks or suicidal maniacs.

After examining the deaths of John Lennon, Jimi Hendrix, Jim Morrison, and the infamous Manson murders, a pattern of malevolence and oppression emerges which begins to explain the seemingly inexplicable fates of countless young rock stars who died unnaturally—one after the other—over the past fifty years. In fact, many black blues artists died mysteriously over seventy years ago.