The Lords and The New Creatures

Jim Morrison

• Éditeur: Simon & Schuster
• Année: 2022
• ISBN:
  9781668005163
• Sujet: Literatura
• Sous-sujet: Poesía americana

Originally published as two separate volumes in 1969, Jim Morrison's first published volume of poetry gives a revealing glimpse of an era and the man whose songs and savage performances have left an indelible impression on our culture. Intense, erotic, and enigmatic, Jim Morrison's persona is as riveting now as the lead singer/composer "Lizard King" was during The Doors' peak in the late sixties. His fast life and mysterious death remain controversial even to this day. The Lords and the New Creatures, Morrison's first published volume of poetry, is an uninhibited exploration of society's dark side—drugs, sex, fame, and death—captured in sensual, seething images. Here, Morrison gives a revealing glimpse at an era and at the man whose songs and savage performances have left their indelible impression on our culture.

THE NEW CREATURES

To Pamela Susan

I

Snakeskin jacket

Indian eyes

Brilliant hair

He moves in disturbed

Nile Insect

Air

II

You parade thru the soft summer

We watch your eager rifle decay

Your wilderness

Your teeming emptiness

Pale forests on verge of light

decline.

More of your miracles

More of your magic arms

III

Bitter grazing in sick pastures

Animal sadness & the daybed

Whipping.

Iron curtains pried open.

The elaborate sun implies

dust, knives, voices.

Call out of the Wilderness

Call out of fever, receiving

the wet dreams of an Aztec King.

IV

The banks are high & overgrown

rich w/ warm green danger.

Unlock the canals.

Punish our sister’s sweet playmate distress.

Do you want us that way w/ the rest?

Do you adore us?

When you return will you

still want to play w/ us?

V

Fall down.

Strange gods arrive in fast enemy poses.

Their shirts are soft marrying

cloth and hair together.

All along their arms ornaments

conceal veins bluer than blood

pretending welcome.

Soft lizard eyes connect.

Their soft drained insect cries erect

new fear, where fears reign.

The rustling of sex against their skin.

The wind withdraws all sound.

Stamp your witness on the punished ground.

VI

Wounds, stags, & arrows

Hooded flashing legs plunge

near the tranquil women.

Startling obedience from the pool people.

Astonishing caves to plunder.

Loose, nerveless ballets of looting.

Boys are running.

Girls are screaming, falling.

The air is thick w/ smoke.

Dead crackling wires dance pools

of sea blood.

VII

Lizard woman

w/ your insect eyes

w/ your wild surprise.

Warm daughter of silence.

Venom.

Turn your back w/ a slither of moaning wisdom.

The unblinking blind eyes

behind walls new histories rise

and wake growling & whining

the weird dawn of dreams.

Dogs lie sleeping.

The wolf howls.

A creature lives out the war.

A forest.

A rustle of cut words, choking

river.

VIII

The snake, the lizard, the insect eye

the huntsman’s green obedience.

Quick, in raw time, serving

stealth & slumber,

grinding warm ...

Table des matières

• Cover
• Title Page
• The Lords: Notes on Vision
• The New Creatures
• About the Author
• Copyright