5 mai 2012

LAmerica et autre acide

THE OPENING OF THE TRUNK

Moment of inner freedom
when the mind is opened and the infinite universe revealed
& the soul is left to wander
dazed & confus'd
searching here & there
for teachers & friends.

Moment of Freedom
as the prisoner
blinks in the sun
like a mole
from his hole
a child's 1st trip
away from home
That moment of Freedom.

LAmerica
Cold treatment of our empress
LAmerica
The Transient Universe
LAmerica
Instant communion and communication
LAmerica
emeralds in glass
LAmerica
searchlights at twi-light
LAmerica
stoned streets in the pale dawn
LAmerica
robed in exile
LAmerica
swift beat of a proud heart
LAmerica
eyes like twenty
LAmerica
swift dream
LAmerica
frozen heart
LAmerica
soldiers doom
LAmerica
clouds & struggles
LAmerica
Nighthawk
doomed from the start
LAmerica
"That's how I met her,
LAmerica
lonely and frozen
LAmerica
& sullen, yes
LAmerica
right from the start"

Then stop.
Go.
The wilderness between.
Go round the march.

He enters stage:

Blood boots. Killer storm.
Fool's gold. God in a heaven.
Where is she?
Have you seen her ?
Has anyone seen this girl ?
Snap shot (projected)
She's my sister.
Ladies & gentlemen :
please attend carefully to these words & events
It's your last chance, our last hope.
In this womb or tomb, we're free of the swarming streets.
The black fever which rages is safely out those doors
My friends & I come from
Far Arden w/ dances, & new music
Everywhere followers accrue
to our procession.
Tales of Kings, gods, warriors
and lovers dangled like
jewels for your careless pleasure.

I'm Me !
Can you dig it.
My meat is real.
My hands--how they move
balanced like lithe demons
My hair--so twined and writhing
The skin of my face--pinch the cheeks
My flaming sword tongue
spraying verbal fire-flys
I'm real.
I'm human
But I'm not an ordinary man
No No No.

What are you doing here ?
What do you want ?
Is it music ?
We can play music.
But you want more.
You want something & someone new.
Am I right ?
Of course I am.
You want ecstasy
Desire & dreams.
Things not exactly what they seem.
I lead you this way, he pulls that way.
I'm not singing to an imaginary girl.
I'm talking to you, my self.
Let's recreate the world.
The palace of conception is burning.

Look. See it burn.
Bask in the warm hot coals.

You're too young to be old
You don't need to be told
You want to see things as they are.
You know exactly what I do
Everything

I am a guide to the Labyrinth

Monarch of the protean towers
on this cool stone patio
above the iron mist
sunk in its own waste
breathing its own breath


POWER

I can make the earth stop in its tracks.
I made the blue cars go away.
I can make myself invisible or small.
I can become gigantic & reach
the farthest things. I can change
the course of nature.
I can place myself anywhere in space
or time.
I can summon the dead.
I can perceive events on other worlds,
in my deepest inner mind,
& in the minds of others.

I can

I am

People need Connectors
Writers, heroes, stars, leaders
To give life form.
A child's sand boat facing
the sun.
Plastic soldiers in the miniature dirt war.
Forts.
Garage Rocket Ships

Ceremonies, theatre, dances
To reassert Tribal needs & memories
a call to worship, uniting
above all, a reversion,
a longing for family & the safety magic of childhood.

The grand highway
is crowded
w/
lovers
& searchers
& leavers
so eager to please
& forget.

Wilderness

Now is blessed
The rest
remembered

A man rakes leaves into
a heap in his pard, a plie,
& leans on his rake
& burns them utterly.
The fragrance fills the forest
children pause & heed the smell,
which will become nostalgia in several years

Sirens
Water
Rain & Thunder
Jet from the base
Hot searing insect cry
The frogs & crickets
Doors open & close
The smash of glass
The Soft Parade
An accident
Rustle of silk, nylon
Watering the dry grass
Fire
Bells
Rattlesnake, whistles, castanets
Lawn mower
Good Humor man
Skates & wagons
Bikes

Where'd you learn about
Satan-out of a book
Love ?-out of a box

Night of sin (The Fall)
-1st sex, a feeling of having done
this same act in time before
O No, not again

Between childhood, boyhood,
adolescence
& manhood (maturity) there
should be sharp lines drawn w/
Tests, deaths, feats, rites
stories, songs, & judgements

Men who go out on ships
To escape sin & the mire of cities
watch the placenta of evening stars
from the deck, on their backs
& cross the equator
& perform rituals to exhume the dead
dangerous initiation
To mark passage to new levels

To feel on the verge of an exorcism
a rite of passage
To wait, or seek manhood
enlightenment in a gun

To kill childhood, innocence
in an instant

LAmerica

Trade-routes
guide lines
The Vikings & explorers
Discoverers
The unconscious

A map of the states
The veins of hiways
Beauty of a map
Hidden connections
Fast trampled forest

Madness in a whisper
neon crackle
The hiss of trees
A city growls
rich vast & sullen
like a slow monster
come to fat
& die


THE ANATOMY OF ROCK

The 1st electric wildness came
over the people
on sweet Friday.
Sweat was in the air.
The channel beamed,
token of power.
Incense brewed darkly.
Who could tell them that here it would end ?

One school bus crashed w/ a train.
This was the Crossroads.
Mercury stained.
I couldn't get out of my seat.
The road was littered
w/ dead jitterbugs.
Help,
we'll be late for class.

The secret flurry of rumor
marched over the yard
& pinned us unwittingly
Mt. fever.
A girl stripped naked
on the base of the flagpole.

In the restrooms all was cool
& silent
w/ the salt-green of latrines.
Blankets were needed.

Ropes fluttered.
Smiles flattered
& haunted.

Lockers pried open
& secrets discovered.

Ah sweet music.

Wild sounds in the night
Angel siren voices.
The baying of great hounds.
Cars screaming thru gears
& shrieks
on the wild road
Where the tires skip & slide
into dangerous curves.

Favorite corners.
Cheerleaders raped in summer buildings.
Holding hands
& bopping toward Sunday.

Those lean sweet desperate hours.

Time searched the hallways
for a mind.
Hands kept time.
The climate altered like a visible dance.

Night-time women.
Wondrous sacraments of doubt
Sprang sullen in bursts
of fear & guilt
in the womb's pit hole
below The belt of the beast

Worship w/ words,
w/ sounds, hands, all joyful playful
& obscene-in the insane infant.

Old men worship w/ long
noses, old soulful eyes.
Young girls worship,
exotic, indian, w/ robes
who make us feel foolish
for acting w/ our eyes.
Lost in the vanity of the senses
which got us where we are.
Children worship but seldom
act at it.
Who needs temples & couches & T.V.

We can do it on a sunny floor w/ friends
& make any sound or movement that comes.
Roll on our backs
screaming w/ mirth
glad in the guilt of our madness.
Better to be cool in our worship
& gain the respect of the ancient
& wise wearing those robes.
They know
the secret of mind-change
reality.

"Have you ever seen God ?"
-a mandala. A symmetrical angel.

Felt ? yes. Fucking. The Sun.
Heard ? Music. Voices.
Touched ? an animal. your hand.
Tasted ? Rare meat, corn, water,
& wine.

An angel runs
Thru the sudden light
Thru the room
A ghost precedes us
A shadow follows us
And each time we stop
We fall

No one thought up being ;
he who thinks he has
Step forward

Shrill demented sparrows bark
The sun into being.
They rule dawn's kingdom.
The cars-a rising chorus- Then
workmen's songs & hammers
The children of the schoolyard,
a hundred high voices,
complete the orchestration

"In that year there was
an intense visitation of
energy.
I left school & went down
to the beach to live.
I slept on a roof
At night the moon became a woman's face.
I met the Spirit of Music."

An appearance of the devil
on a Venice canal.
Running, I saw a Satan
or Satyr, moving beside me,
a fleshy shadow
of my secret mind. Running,
Knowing.

The day I left the beach

A hairy Satyr running
behind & a little to the right.

In the holy solipsism of the young

Now I can't walk thru a city
street w/out eying each
single pedestrian. I feel
their vibes thru my skin,
the hair on my neck
-it rises.


THE FEAR
Eternal consciousness
in the Void
(makes trial and jail seem almost friendly)

a Kiss in the Storm

(Madman at the wheel
gun at the neck
scape populous & arching coolly)

A barn
a cabin attic

Your own face
stationary
in the mirrored window

fear of restroom's
Tragic cold
neon

I'm freezing

animals
dead

white wings
of rabbits

grey velvet deer

The Canyon

The car a craft
in wretched
SPACE

Sudden movements

& your past
to warm you
in Spiritless Night

The Lonely HWY
Cold hiker

Afraid of wolves
& his own Shadow

The Wolf,
Who lives under the rock
has invited me
to drink of his cool Water.
Not to splash or bathe
But leave the sun
& know the dead desert night
& the cold men who play there.

A ha
Come on, now
luring the Traveler
Mighty Voyager
Curious, into its dark womb
The graves grinning
Indians of night
The eyes of night
Westward lurking
into the brothel, into the blood bath
into the Dream
The dark Dream of conquest
& Voyage
into night, Westward into Night

LAmerica

Clothed in sunlight
restled in waiting
dying of fever

Changed shapes of an empire
Starling invaders
Vast promissory notes of joy

Wanton, willful & passive
Married to doubt
Clothed in great warring monuments
of glory

How it has changed you
How slowly estranged you
Solely arranged you

Beg you for mercy

The Crossroads
a place where ghosts
reside to whisper into the ears
of travellers
& interest them in their fate

Hitchhiker drinks :
"I call again on the dark hidden gods of blood"

-Why do you call us ?
You know our price.
It never changes.
Death of you
will give you life
& free you from a vile fate.
But it is getting late.

-If I could see you again
& talk w/ you,
& walk a short while in your company,
& drink the heady brew
of your conversations,
I thought

-to rescue a soul already ruined.
To achieve respite.
To plunder green gold
on a pirate raid & bring to camp
the glory of old.

-As the capesman faces poisoned horns & drinks
red victory ;
the soldier, too, w/ his trophy,
a pierced helmet ;
& the ledge-walker shuddering
his way into inward grace

-(laughter) Well, then. Would
you mock yourself ?

-No.

-Soon our voices must become one,
or one must leave.

Forest strong sandals
burnt geometry fingers
around a fire
reading history in blackened books,
charcoal silence in moot splendor

Flame-tree
Sire, we met in Eden
The troubled time we had
rustling in the night leaves
a sniper aimed at our window
a kitten mewing in the blasted strong air
I must go see

-You've found your Voice,
friend, after all else
I recognize fast the Strong sure tones
of a poet
was it a question
Search or of strangling ?
I wonder
We never talked
But welcome here
to the camp fire
Share our meal w/ us
& tell us of your life
& the hanging

-Well 1st I screamed
& I was a child again alive
Then nothing til the age of
5

& then summers & the racetrack
I looked for a girl
in New Mexican bars
& found jail
The prostitute looked out
her cell & saw
Fuck god scratched
on a leprous wall

-You're rambling boy
what of the rest
the jazz highway
he winks.

-I got picked up
& rode through the night

-did you see any buildings

-did I...
What was I doing
of course we danced plenty
She had nice sides
the cop hit me
Stop, I don't remember

-The logs are melting
we must move on
The fire's ending
we'll hear more
at the next altar

Trees
Train-death
The American Night
We went through 5 cords of wood this winter

-he told me beautiful stories
& had the most beautiful visions
He was a truly religious man
at the end

-you know, I like you guys
god-damn !

(I saw this cat run out
of the ocean, one night,
and beat-off into a fire)

I'm going down to Mexico
To this border town I heard about
& I'm gonna buy me a girl
& bring her back up here
& marry her,
it's true. This guy told me.
A friend of his knew someone who...

-You're too much

There was preserved
in her
The fresh miracle
of surprise

open

The Night is young
& full of rest
I can't describe
the way she's dress'd
She'll pander to some strange
requests
Anything that you suggest
Anything to please her guest

SIRENS

Midnight
criminal metabolism of guilt forest
Rattlesnakes whistles catcalls

Remove me from this hall of mirrors
This filthy glass

Are you her
Do you look like that
How could you be when
no one ever could

Poet of the call-girl storm

She left a note on the bedroom door.
"If I'm out, bring me to."

I dropped by to see you
late last night
But you were out
like a light
Your head was on the floor
& rats played pool w/ your eyes

Death is a good disguise
for late at night

Wrapping all its games in its calm garden

But what happens
when the guests return
& all unmask
& you are asked
to leave
for want of a smile

I'll still take you then
But I'm your friend

ODE
NEW YORK MAIDENS

Everyone has
Their own magic
There is no death
so nothing matters
High Style
Flash & forgive me
high button shoes
clean arrangement
messy breeding
love's triumph
everlasting hope & fulfillment

THE AMERICAN NIGHT

For leather accrues
The miracle of the streets
The scents & somgs
& pollens of existence
Shiny blackness
so totally naked she was
Totally un-hung-up
We looked around
lights now on
To see our fellow travellers

[James Douglas Morrison aka. Jim Morrison (Melbourne Fla. 1943 †Paris IV° 1971]

BREAK !


You’re all a bunch of f*kin’ idiots!
Let people tell you what you’re gonna do
Let people push you around
How long do you think it’s gonna last?
How long are you gonna let it go on ?
How long are you gonna let them push you around ?
How long ?
Maybe youlike it
Maybe you like being pushed around
Maybe you love it
Maybe you like getting your face stuck in the sh*t
C’mon You love it, don’t ya ?
You love it
You’re all a bunch of slaves letting everybody push you around
What are you gonna do about it?
What are you gonna do about it?
What are you gonna do about it?
What are you gonna do about it?
What are you gonna do about it?
What are you gonna do about it?

BELL !

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