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Monday, 8 December 2014

On Dec 8th Jim's birthday I Love To Share These Specially Beautiful Moments, An Epiphany Of Lost Memories Of Love , Hope You'll Like The Update So Then Read On.......


Wild child
Full of grace
Savior of the human race
Your cool face

Natural child, terrible child
Not your mother's or your father's child
Your our child, screamin' wild

An ancient lunatic reigns
In the trees of the night
ha ha ha ha

With hunger at her heels
Freedom in her eyes
She dances on her knees
Pirate prince at her side
Stirrin' into a hollow idol's eyes

Wild child
Full of grace
Savior of the human race
Your cool face
Your cool face

Your cool face


It was an eventful week ahead of me, with your birthday coming round the corner we generally tend to get a bit busy planning what to do and most importantly how to spend this special day in a different day so that it turns out quite unique each year rather any boring mundane day at work!
so this is one of my ways to make it really special.....There are few of my birthday snaps hope the readers will like it...this is my most personal and intimate post ever

Unhappy girl
Left all alone
Playing solitaire
Playing warden to your soul
You are locked in a prison
Of your own device
And you can't believe
What it does to me
To see you
Crying

Unhappy girl
Tear your web away
Saw thru all your bars
Melt your cell today
You are caught in a prison
Of your own device

Unhappy girl
Fly fast away
Don't miss your chance
To swim in mystery
You are dying in a prison
Of your own device......


These are the songs which most define me i guess my innermost psyche . All the lines you read i guess you know they are written by Jim Morrison, but i guess that you would be quiet shocked to know that all these specific songs, its every single line and every single word bears an uncanny resemblance to my personal life experiences and makes me really feel as if they were written for me!. Quiet bizarre i know... but that's the  truth i shared and also that's the reason why i juxtaposed these songs with my write up cause of relevance and significance in my personal life.

You're lost little girl
You're lost little girl
You're lost
Tell me
Who are you?

I think that you know what to do
Impossible? Yes, but its true
I think that you know what to do Yeah
I'm sure that you know what to do

You're lost little girl
You're lost little girl
Tell me
Who are you?

I think that you know what to do
Impossible? Yes, but its true
I think that you know what to do Yeah
I'm sure that you know what to do

You're lost little girl
You're lost little girl
You're lost

Now, lets take the ZEN way with the song Take It As It Comes. This song actually encapsulates wu wei the action of non action . In other words. to flow with the stream of Tao the river and take it as it comes as life offers you.......


Time to live
Time to lie
Time to laugh
Time to die

Take it easy. baby
Take it as it comes
Don't move too fast
And you want your love to last
Oh, you've been movin' much too fast

Time to walk
Time to run
Time to aim your arrows
At the sun

Take it easy. baby
Take it as it comes
Don't move too fast
And you want your love to last
Oh, you've been movin' much too fast

Go real slow
You will like it more & more
Take it as it comes
Specialize at havin' fun

Take it easy. baby
Take it as it comes
Don't move too fast
And you want your love to last
Oh, you've been movin' much too fast
Movin' much too fast
Movin' much too fast 




Saturday, 8 November 2014

After A Long Time....Posting My Thoughts on Jim's Echoing Songs, This Week's Pick My Birthday Favourite LA Woman Along With Sharing The Release Of Pink Floyd's Last Album "The Endless River"

JIM MORRISON'S ORIGINAL HANDWRITTEN LYRICS OF THE SONG LA WOMAN

Taking a cue from Division Bell's High Hopes comes forth Floyd's last ever studio album called "The Endless River". It is the fifteenth studio album of the alternate progressive rock band and third after losing ties with the band's ex member Roger Waters. The Endless River comes as a homage to the legendary Rick Wright by his friends the surviving two members of the Pink Floyd. The album comes out nearly two decades since their last in 1994, completed with the past recording sessions during the days of " the division bell " in 1993 at the Gilmour Studios the Astoria with its only featured song being the closing track "louder than words".Instrumentally musical and ambient it appears to be Rick Wright's beautifully blooming last " Swan Song" as the Ancient Greeks believed that an artist produces his greatest creation just before his departure from this earthly realm just as a swan sings its best ever song before death & co incedentaly the title  the endless river surely seems to highlight this mythological theme along with references to - the concept of eternity -the ever flowing river- & the stoppage of time. It releases on the eve of Nov 10th in the united kingdom & Nov 7th worlwide as the much anticipated rock classic.





This Week -LA Woman The Echoing Call Of Jim Morrison

It echoes and invokes the magic word, a Shaman in utmost power chants an incantation an awakening of the spirits in time with utmost strength and vitality. this is what you feel when you hear LA Woman. the intensity with which it picks up its fast and whirlwind beat and traverses you through the frentic roads and suburbs of Los Angeles, a true blues ride through the highway picturesque of the city night it journeys inwards and outwards back and forth into space and time riding inside and outside people's minds.
Its a surreal dream, lots of imageries and the use of metaphorical emotions run through the lines. The song seems a ritual yet a Satori. Its a state of immediate self realisation and its projection through the use of worldly imageries. Its what we see outside and how we interpret it

well i got into town about an hour ago
took a look around which way the wind blow....

The first two lines encapsulate a perfect zen haiku . its a song that celebrates the moment of wakeful liveliness full of enthusiastic energy that it sojourns into an adventure.

Its the song of mutability changing its tone to unlikely moods a song of experimentation

....motel money murder madness let's change the mood from glad to sadness....

LA Woman
sunday afternoon
drive thru your suburbs
into your blues

i see your hair is burning
hills are filled with fire
if they say that i never loved you
you know that they're a liar

driving thru your freeway
midnight alley's Rome

This song with its adventurous soundtrack, unconventional lyrics and Jim's incomparable rendition stays as my personal favourite which can enlighten your mood in a zest of adventure.




Sunday, 24 August 2014

My Eyes Have Seen You : Understanding Jim Morrison Poetry & Aesthetics A Vision Thru Jim's Mind

There was preserved
           In her
The fresh miracle
           of
      Surprise
   
              -Jim Morrison

UNDERSTANDING JIM MORRISON

LAmerica
Cold treatment of our empress
LAmerica
The transient universe
LAmerica
Instant communion & communication
LAmerica
Emeralds in glass
LAmerica
Searchlights at twilights
LAmerica
Stoned streets in the pale dawn
LAmerica
Robed in exile
LAmerica
 swift beat 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,
Lamrica
Lonely &frozen
LAmerica
Right from the start."
Then Stop.
        Go.
The wilderness between
Go round the march

Its not a prelude to a great personality neither a tribute nor a memoir, its my own subjective vision, my own personal understanding, my own emotinal attachment and an unspeakable feeling of love towards Jim which compels me to pen down this article. So as an eye opener to people, i intend this piece of writing helps them in understanding the Real Jim Morrison behind the cloak of fame or if even catch a glipmse of his real genius and poetic love hidden and encrypted in his literary testaments. As i know, Jim is a difficult person to fathom as he speaks very less or ever hardly speaks even when he's among his friends, he just sits silently. But he is a good listener, a very good listener indeed, a virtue which feeds his poetic flair. A good poet is always a good listener, as he captures every word heard transmuting them as an imagery through a random dynamic thought channeling and weaves them through a string of distinct creative imagination transcending its own essence like an catalyst reaction, an extraction, a distillation process, a chemical composition, an alchemy of words interplaying within themselves copulate to give birth anew. He takes up his magic wand much like the frenzied magician of Coleridge's Kubla Khan inciting a ritual to cast a spell among his readers.

Fence my sacred fire
I want. To be simple, black & clean
A dim nothingness
        Please
The sea is green
        Smoke
Like a child's version of a
Christmas dream
         W/no
       waking.

 He embraces his words as microcosmic visions, his premonitions, his intuitive senses as a Shaman of the Coming Age, challenging the macroscosmic hierarchy of the Gods, alike Longfellow's Psalm he breathes unto them, much like God Almighty who breathes unto life among men of clay. Its in the Wilderness that you find peace, its the Night that gives you rest & solace. His words generate no meanings, no intentions, no contextual ground play, no propositions, no presumption but liberally opens the doors to all possibilities and probabilities to let you walk in the one that suits your intellect. His palette of thoughts add color to his words, much alike a rainbow it infuses the spectrum of light creating a image, an enigma in both the physical and the virtual plane of existence. Where you can see upon them but fail to touch them. His words carry that aura of super effulgence where only love leads you back into his garden. The garden of Far Arden again.

The Politics of ecstasy are real
Cant you feel them working
            Thru you
Turning night into day
Mixing sun w/the sea

THE OBSERVER EFFECT

A poet is a good observer, he observes and perceives images, colors, textures, behaviours, moods and transitions. Keenly he sits upon to gaze and ponder, introspecting in retrospection. Jim is an excellent observer, he can read through your eyes while talking with you. He seeks inspiration in every conversation, the unfolding of a story, sharing of thoughts, ideas, innovation and revolution. He wants to perceive things in a different way, in his own way, one which has been perceived like never before. He seeks to create a new order, a new methodology, a new science of perception much like Blake or a Neitzschean revelry. He seeeks out to create a new dawn.

I get my best ideas when the telephone rings & rings
Its no fun to feel like a fool
A new ax to my head
Possesion . I create my own sword
Of Damascus. I've done nothing w/time.
When out there the world awaits & abounds w/gangs of murderers and real madmen. Hanging
From the window as if to say - i'm bold
Do you love me?

POEMS

Here i have listed few of my favorite poems, my own subjective perception of Jim's writing styles....

Open

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

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

Everything human is leaving her face
Soon she'll disappear into the calm
Vegetable morass
Stay
My wild love!

Ode New York Maidens

Everyone has there own magic
There is no death
So nothing matters
High style
Flash & forgive me
High button shoes
Clean arrangement
Messy breeding
Love's truimph
Everlasting hope & fulfillment

....a dog howls & whines at the glass door (why can't i be in there?) A cat yowls. A car engine revs & races against the grain -a dry rasping carbon protest.

I put the book down & begin my own book

                                             -Jim Morrison



Thursday, 17 July 2014

Alive ! She Cried......... Jim Morrison The Call Of A Distressed Prayer "...& Two Years Have Gone By...."Reminiscing lines from Orange County Suite "...& The People Who Laughed & Made Her Poor Heart Ache" From The Sisyphean Damnation To The Aquarian Dream

A feast of friends
Alive ! She cried
Wating for me outside...

She looked so sad in sleep
Like a friendly hand
Just out of reach
A candle stranded on a beach
When the sun sinks low

An H-bomb in reverse

FROM THE SISYPHEAN DAMNATION TO THE AQUARIAN DREAM

Well, this is an essay i am attempting to contemplate upon the past events which resurface through the sands of time. "One must imagine Sisyphus happy..." as the French Absurdist Albert Camus says..."the struggle itself towards the heights is enough to fill a man's heart..." while looking through the Kafkaesque view or simply as the ordeals of a higher aspiration...i feel the road for Sisyphus never ends... i mean its beyond the weariness of relentless labour which apparently seems pointless and unfruitful, but i guess its the persevered attempts and his perpective journey is what matters, the story of Sisyphus, his rise as the founder King of Corinth, his hubris and fall to the damnation of Gods transfigures him as an embodiment of the evolutionary nature of man. His back and forth strife may evolute the seed of wisdom involuted in him. The boulder rock may seem the gift of strength, tenacity and endurance- a karmic purgation, a purgatorio.In a Shamanistic way the ordeal may be a boon...who knows as Sisyphus learns? Evolves? Evolutes? A higher dream in the eyes of the Gods? The myth of Sisyphus-the road way to the Aquarian dream. Aquarius-the symbol of transition. A representation of the New Age, and a proposition of love transcending towards an open order of poetry, emotions, expressions beyond mere words, a phase of traquility an embodiment of eternal peace. The need for change and an ascension to higher planes & realms beyond human imagination to end this suffering once and for all....its the road to the valley,the open fields,& the pastoral, where we live happily ever after....where you are happy to be together....really happy to be together...
Below are references from the lines of Jim's ballad Orange County Suite-a perfect embodiment of an aquarian dream, along with his piano compositions the song and its lyrical version of the poem depicts a dream like journey reminiscing various moods, intuitively mystical with a happy note of togetherness

Orange County Suite

Well i used to know someone fair
She had orange ribbons in her hair
She was such a trip
she was hardly there
But i loved her
still the same

There was rain in our wibdow
The FM set was ragged
But she could talk, yeah,
We learned to speak
& one year has
Gone by
Such long long road to seek it
& all we did was break it & freak it
We had all
That lovers ever had
We just blew it
& i'm not sad
Well i'm mad
& i'm bad
& two years
have gone by

Now her world was bright orange
& the fire glowed......

Yeah, we broke thru the window
Yeah, we knocked on the door
Her phone would not answer
Yeah, but she's still home

Now her father has passed over
& her sister is a star
& her mother smokes diamonds
& she sleeps out in the car
Yeah, but she remembers Chicago
The musicians and guitars
& the grass by the lake
& the people who laughed
& made her poor her ache

Now we live down in the valley
We work in the farm
We climb up to the mountains
& everything's fine
& i'm still here
& you're still there
We'er still around

Friday, 20 June 2014

The Bohemianism Of Fin De Siecle -"Things are beautiful to behold but to be them is quite different" From The One Single True Word: Of Rimbaud To Jim Morrison's Wilderness Symbolism

"I shed more tears than God could have required..
Idle youth enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive i have wasted my life.....
Ah, let the time come when hearts are enamoured
I said to myself: Let be, And let no one see you: Do without the promise of higher joys. Let nothing delay you, majestic retirement......
I'm now making myself as scummy as i can. Why? I want to be a poet. And I'm working at turning myself into a seer. You wont understand any of this, and I'm almost incapable of explaining it to you. The idea is to reach the unknown by the derangement of all the senses. It involves enormous suffering but one must be strong and be born a poet, its really not my fault.
I say that one must be a seer, make oneself a seer. The poet makes himself a seer by a long, prodigious,and rational disordering of all the senses. Every form of love, of suffering, of madness; he reaches himself, he consumes all the poisons in him and keeps only their quintessences. This is an unspeakable torture during which he needs all his faith and superhuman strength, and during which he becomes the great patient, the great criminal, the great accursed- the great learned one!-among men.- For he arrives at the unknown! Because he has cultivated his own soul-which was rich to begin with-more than any other man! He reaches the unknown; and even if, crazed, he ends up losing the understanding of his visions, at least he has seen them! Let him die charging those unutterable, unnameable things; other horrible workers will come: they will begin from the horizons from where he has succumbed!

One Single True Word is : Come Back, I want to be with you, I love you . If you listen to this you will prove your courage and sincerity. Otherwise,  I am sorry for you but I love you I kiss you and we'll see each other again....-Rimbaud    
                                                 
                  A SEASON IN HELL
     
    Delirium II Alchemy Of The Word

                       It is recovered.
                      What?- Eternity
                   In the whirling light 
                   Of the sun in the sea.

                    O my eternal soul,
                   Hold fast on desire
                   In spite of the night 
                   And the day on fire.

             You must set yourself free
             From the striving of Man 
         And the applause of the World
              You must fly as you can...


                                           -No hope forever
                                                No oriteur
                                         Science and patience
 The torment is sure.

The fire within you
Soft silken embers
Is our whole duty
But no one remembers.

It is recovered.
What? -Eternity
In the whirling light 
Of the sun in the sea.

THE SYMBOLIST MOVEMENT AND THE DECADENCE

"I am a slave of my baptism, parents you have caused my misfortune, and you have caused your own"-Rimbaud

The Fin de siecle, saw a revolutionary transformation in the genre of poetics, art and music with the onset of the Symbolic movement. French writers and stalwarts were floored with the use of symbolisms in their poetic artforms. By the likes of Paul Verlain, Stéphanie Mallarme, Arthur Rimbaud, Jules Laforgue, Paul Velary, etc...symbolism became the dawn of the New Age...

Although synonymous yet distinctly different rose the decadent movement and its laurels. Identifying with hermeticism alingned with the tint of Byronic Romanticism, it used precieux (precious), ornamental and morbid subjects. Thematically, the decadents underlined the common yet unconscious historical background of the decadence of the Roman Empire, being expressed through individual motifs and personal expressions. One such example can be traced in Paul Verlain's Langueur from Jadis et Naguere
"I am the Empire, at the end of decadence, who watches the large, white barbarians passing, while composing lazy acrostic poems in a gilded style, in which the languor of the sun dances."

THE SYMBOLIST MANIFESTO

As Jean Moreas puts it, symbolism meant "to clothe the Ideal in a perceptible form". In other words, symbolism is an indirect expression of the inner condition of the Poet's soul and his subjective impression and experiences, penned down in symbols through words. A self-motivated artform, the concept arises from the Poet's epiphany or a moment of immense self realisation, a spiritual hallucination, or through excesses of emotive sensations (synesthesia). The idea emerged in 1857 with the publication of Charles Baudelaire's Les Fleurs du Mal along with the subtle literary legacy of Edgar Allan Poe who in turn had influenced Baudelaire.

As published on 18th September 1886 in his essay Le Manifeste du Symbolisme in Le Figaro, Moreas writes
"In this art, scenes from nature, human activities, and all other real world phenomena will not be described for their own sake; here they are perceptible surfaces created to represent their esoteric affinities with the primordial ideals."

Hence by reference to symbols, allegories and metaphors, the aim was to evoke rather than describe or express. Where the depiction of reality and transcendence projected a spiritual hallucination, unnamed thoughts, unwordly feelings, strange sensations and a weird combination of words whose meaning lied at depth beyond the logical decipher of mere words. Where the Poet became a Schopenhauerian Genius swirling his magic wand among his readers transporting them to a hypnotic, silent esoteric realm used as a microcosmic camouflage of the macrocosmic truth. As Rimbaud himself puts it in The Alchemy Of Words....
"I dreamt of crusades, voyages of discovery that nobody had heard of, republics without histories, religious wars stamped out, revolutions in morals, movements of races and continents.  I used to believe in every kind of magic.
I invented colours for vowels A black, E white, I red, O green, U blue- I made the rules for the form and movement of every consonant, i boasted of inventing rhythms from within me a kind of poetry that all the senses, sooner or later, would recognize. And i alone would be its translator. It began as an investigation, i turned silences and nights into words, what was unutterable, i wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still."

SALON DE LA ROSE +CROIX

Josephine Peladan, the founder of the Mystic Order Of The Rose+Croix influenced by the medieval secret society of Rosicrusians, an active occultist himself, was highly regarded among the finest admirers of the symbolist movement. He promoted the Symbolists by establishing a state of the art Salon De La +Croix with the six galleries of exihibition space featuring avant garde experimentalism in poetry, arts and music. The elites and stalwarts of Symbolist poetry were associated with the Salon's much known public acclaim.

POETES MAUDITS

"Genius is the recollection of childhood at will..."  -Rimbaud.

The essence of symbolism reached its peak in 1884 with the publication of Paul Verlain's essay on Poetes Maudits or The Accursed Poets including Arthur Rimbaud, Stephane Mallarme, Tristan Corbiere, Marceline Desbordes Valmore, Gerad de Nerval and Verlain himself as Pauvre Lelian or Poor Lelain. Based on the victimization of these poets by their talents as an affect of their sensibility -a gift of their art, he claimed them as cursed with their own Geniuses. The idea was based on the aesthetics of Schopenhauer and Charles Baudelaire's poem Bénédiction in Les Fleurs Du Mal

"When by the decree of the supreme powers
The Poet appears in this world bored..."

...Be Blessed, my God, who us suffering
As a divine remedy of our impurities
And as the best and purest essence,
Who prepares the strong for holy pleasures! I know you keep a place in Poet, in the blessed ranks of the holy legions, and you invite him to the eternal feast of Thrones, Virtues, Dominions...."

Where Baudelaire describes the unaffected demeanor of the Poet retaining his inner peace and serenity, irrespective of the nuances of the outer world.

As stated by Schopenhauer "...Only through the pure contemplation....which becomes entirely absorbed in the object....are the Ideas comprehended; and the nature of Genius consists precisely in the preeminent ability for such contemplation.... This demands a complete forgetting of our own person."

RIMBAUD AND VERLAIN IN 'LE COIN DE TABLE' BY HENRI FANTIN LATOUR, OIL ON CANVAS CIRCA 1872




































































THE AESTHETICS OF SCHOPENHAEUR

"Things are certainly beautiful to behold but to be them is quite different...."

As Schopenhauer states The World As Will And Representation, in accordance to his doctrine of the Primacy of Will, he segregates the dual entities of representation and human will. The belief in the world as artistic representation negates the suffering of the world as the malignant human will. Thereby, art as an representation temporarily escapes the desires, depravation, grim and desolate realities of human will. Hence, emerging as the Plationic Ideal, Art performs the highest ritual of mental purgation escaping the mind to a silent state of self reality beyond the world of striving will. As he states, "On the occurence of an aesthetic appreciation, the will thereby vanishes entirely from the consciousness...." in Schopenhaeur's Parerga and Parilipomena. The Symbolists befitted idea, and adopted it as one of the priciple grounds of Symbolist poetry.

"Perhaps the reason why common objects in still life seem so transfigured and generally everything painted appears in a supernatural light is that we then no longer look at things in the flux of time and in the relation of cause and effect.....On the contrary we are snatched out of that eternal flux of all things and removed into a dead and silent eternity. In its individuality the thing itself was determined by time and by the (causal) conditions of understanding; here we see this connection abolished and only the Platonic Idea is left." - Schopenhauer.

SYNESTHESIA

A prized possesion for the Symbolists, it meant a unique amalgation of the sensory organs. The symbols co related with certain distinct visual imagery like colours (Chromesthesia), auditory (sounds) gustatory (tastes) and olfactory (scents) senses etc which can be well noted in this example of Baudelaire's Correspondences

"There perfumes that are fresh like children's flesh,
Sweet like oboes, grean like meadow
And others corrupt, rich and triumphant
Having the exanspiveness of the infinite things
Like amber, musc, benzoin, incenses
Which sing of the raptures of the soul and the senses."

And Rimbaud's Voyelles

A, black, E white, I red, O green , U blue: vowels
I shall tell, one day, of your mystic origins
A, black velvety jacket of brilliant flies
which buzz around cruel smells.
Gulf of shadows; E, whiteness of vapours and of tents
Lances of proud glaciers, white kings, shiverings of cow parsley
I, purples, spat blood, smile of beautiful lips
In anger or in the raptures of penitence

U, waves, divine, shuddering of viridian seas
The peace of pastures dotted with animals, the peace of the furrows
Which alchemy prints on broad studious foreheads
O, sublime Trumpet full of strange piercing sounds
Silences crossed by worlds and by angels
O, the omega, the violet rays of her eyes


L'ART POUR L'ART -BOHEMIANISM OF FIN DE SIECLE

The symbolists heralded Theophile Gautier's motto - L'art Pour L'art (Art for Art's Sake) The slogan depicting the radicalism of the French revolution the Bohemianism of Fin De Siecle and its libertine social setting. Where the concept of art was seen as an autotelic - self sufficient work of human talent and consciousness, complete in itself without the need of any moral conjecture or societal norms. The idea suggested in defiance of didatic utilitarianism, insisting that the artist possesed absolute freedom in expression of beyond any moral judgement or function as the value of art stood for art itself . The best explanation of this idea could be found in the work of Edgar Allan Poe, the most influential figure in the birth of symbolism, much admired by Charles Baudelaire.

According to Poe in his 1850 essay The Poetic Principle

"We have taken it into our heads that to write a poem simply for the poem's sake......and to acknowledge such to have been our design, would be to confess ourselves radically wanting in the true poetic dignity and force:-but the simple fact is that we permit ourselves to look into our own souls we should immediately there discover that under the sun there neither exists nor can exist any other work more thoroughly dignified, supremely noble, than this very poem, this poem per se, this poem which is a poem and nothing more, this poem written solely for the poem's sake."

RIMBAUD'S WORLD

I have streched ropes from steeple to steeple;
Garlands from window to window;
Golden chains from stars to stars,
And i dance.


























  Rimbaud's drawing
Laitou (Roches) (Canton d' Attigny) May 73
Dear friend, you see my existence
O Nature, My mother!
O nature, my sister!
O nature my aunt.
Letter to Ernest Delahaye in May 1873.

A protégé, a poet with the most rebellious and restless soul searching for the unknown. Earning the reputation of an archetypal enfant terrible yet subtle sensitive at heart. He truly invented his world as expressed in his Letters of a Seer Letters du voyant. He became what he proclaimed leaving a legacy to future Surrealists, Dadaists and future Poets whose masterpieces and inventive thoughts yet remain indebted to Rimbaud, as his contemporary Paul Velary states -" all known literature is written in the language of common sense-except Rimbaud's ". Following are few of his creations......

My mind turned sour. I bid farewell to the world in poems ssomething like ballads

The Song From The Highest Tower

Let it come let it come
The season we can love

I have waited so long
That at length i forget;
And leave unto heaven
My fear and regret
A sick thirst darkens my viens

Let it come let it come
The season we can love

So the green fields
To oblivion falls,
Overgrown, flowering
With incense and weeds
And the cruel noise
Of dirty flies

Let it come let it come
The season we can love

The Sleeper In The Valley

IItis a green hollow where a river sings
Hanging madly her herbal rags
Silver where the sun
The proud mountain shines

A young soldier open mouthed bare headed
With the nape of his neck bathed in cool blue cresses
Sleeps; she is streched out on the grass, under the sky,
Pale on his green bed where light falls like rain

His feet in the yellow flags, he lies sleeping. Smiling like
A sick child smile, he is having a nap
Cradle him warmly, Nature:he is cold

No odour makes his nostrils quiver,
He sleeps in the sun with, his hand on his chest
Tranquil, At peace. There are two red holes in his right side.

JIM MORRISON'S WILDERNESS

Highly inspired by Rimbaud, the young poet. Jim's lines frame themselves to tell a story....

 I am Rimbaud in a leather jacket.

France is 1st, Nogales round up
Cross over the border
Land of eternal adolescence
Quality of despair
Unmatched anywhere on the perimeter
Message from the outskirts
Calling us home
This the private space of
a new order. We need saviours
To help us survive the journey.
Now who will come.
Now hear this:
We have started the crossing
Who knows? it may end badly.

The actors are assembled
Immediately they become enchanted
I, for one, am in esctasy enthralled
Can convince you to smile?

To speak to the heart
& give the great gift
Words
Power
Trance

Could any hell be horrible
More than now and real.

Disciple
Scar
Death
Magic
prison
Garden
Shelter
Princess osorrow
WWildernessangel
Dancing wings of envy
Call me tommorrow
Bones
Landing
Gold
Arrival

IN THAT YEAR
In that year we had a great visitation of energy

Back in those days everything
Was simpler & more confused

I can only smile & fix a meal
& think about the child
Who will one day own you
       
                                                  -Jim Morrison
A SMALL FOOTNOTE

Aspiring Jim's poems, I wish to write a series of Symbolist poetry dedicated to Him. In future i might publish them in this blog or launch a kindle edition. Those who delighted can surely read..



Saturday, 7 June 2014

In The Cherry Blossom's Shade, There's No Such Thing As A Stranger....From The Zen Art Of Haiku To The Beat Counterculture, Influences On Psychedelic Rock & Poetics-Jim Morrison

In The Cherry Blossom's Shade,
There's No Such Thing
As A Stranger

                  - Issa

Im troubled immeasurably by your eyes
Struck by the feather of your soft reply
The sound of glass speaks quick disdain
And conceals what your eyes fight to explain.
   
                                           -Jim Morrison

THE ZEN ART OF HAIKU - OR THE ART OF JUXTAPOSITION

A form of Japanese short poetry, known as Hokku, was later renamed Haiku by the 19 th century stalwart Zen poet Masaoka Shiki. Traditionally Haiku consists of 17 syllables known as on or morae usually divided into three phrases of 5, 7 and 5 written in a vertical single line in Japanese whereas when translated in English it is written in three parallel lines to facilitate its division into the three subsequent phrases.
Haiku is known for a Kireji or its cutting word which acts as a medium to conjoin the two juxtaposed imageries. The word acts as the connective link differentiating between the two distinct impressions. Generally choosing the beauty of nature as a subject to project its simple naturalness juxtaposed with imageries of daily life brings forth a poignant experience or a moment of awakening.

A Haiku also consists of kigo or seasonal references, metaphors and allusions usually derived from saijiki an account of extensively researched array of such referential words.

In summation, a Zen Haiku as i call it, reflects a moment of naturalness or an Epiphany depicted through simple lines.

Following is the world's most well known haiku
Basho's Old Pond

Old Pond
A frog leaps in
Water's sound.

THE ZEN POETS
HAIKU AS THE ART OF IMPRESSIONISM AND SUBJECTIVITY
The four stalwarts of Zen poetry and Haiku as the impressionistic subjective artform.

Another year is gone
A traveler's shade on my head
Straw sandals at my feet- Basho

The greatest Haiku poet of all times, Matsuo Basho is known for his simple lyricism, his journey onto the northern wilderness, reflection of his extensive travels, excellence in the art of linking Haikai verses and his lucid depictions of the surrounding outer world and its impressions in his inner mind. The West's fascination with Haiku and its subjective simplicity projected Basho as an archetypal Zen poet and Haiku as the ideal form of Japanese poetry.

Outliving them
Outliving them all
Ah the cold.....-Issa

Struck by life's experience, poverty and hard times made Kobiyashi Issa, the Buddhist priest of Jodu Sinshu or Pure Land Buddhism (also known as Shin Buddhism) the most humane Zen Poet with his Haikus reflecting irony juxtaposed with time and nature.

This dewdrop world
Is a dewdrop world
And yet and yet...

Trusting the Buddha (Amida), good and bad
I bid farewell
To the departing year- Issa
                           
Idolizing Matsuo Basho came Yosa Buson the third stalwart painter poet of the Edo period . Learning the art of poesy under the tutelage of the Haikai master Hayano Haijin, Buson travelled and wrote extensively. Inspired by Basho's travelogue Oku no Hisomichi or The Narrow Road To The Interior, Buson travelled to Northern Honshu and resumed poetry

In nooks and corners
Cold remains
Flowers of the plum-Buson

In the 19 th century, Masaoka Shiki embarked the reformation of the traditional Haiku and its waning popularity in the modern Meiji period. As a literary critic, Shiki helped in cutting a niche for Haiku in the literary circa considering it as a pivotal form of Japanese heritage and literature. His high regards for Haiku helped in its revival in the modern period with much ardent love and interest along with few cultural reforms in accordance with the changing times. As the influence of Western literature, inspired Shiki to incorporate realism in his Haiku's deviating from the traditional parameters of Haiku writing.

ZEN BUDDHISM
BODHIDHARMA A JAPANESE WOODCUT PRINT BY YOSHITOSHI CIRCA 1887
Following the Mahayana path, Zen Buddhism arrived in Japan via China spreading eastwards to Korea and southwards to Vietnam. Initiated by Boddhidharma of India it spread as Chan in China during the 6 th century. Hence, Zen Buddhism carried influences of Chinese Taoism and Confucianism. Emphasising Dhyana or Zazen (Meditative state) and discourses with a zen master as the methods of self-attainment, understanding the principle of 'suchness'-observing reality as it is, 'sunyata' -nothingness, along with the Boddhisattva ideals of insight and 'karuna' compassion.

Practiced at three different schools of Soto, Rinzai and Obaku, the doctrine of Zen preaches the prime ideal of self realisation, introspection, and a direct subjective experience of enlightenment or Sartori, de-mystifying the ardent chanting of sutras and ritual texts.

Japanese Zen became the most popular counterculture conversion during the beat generation in 1950s with post war American youths leading the zen way of life. Zen attracted its many followers due to its minimalistic nature, lack of stringent religious dogmas, along with a lot of importance to liberty, free-mind-space and the importance of subjective self realisation helping in alternate creative exploration of the time.

OTHER INFLUENCES
THE BEAT GENERATION
"One day i will find the right words, and they will be simple......"

Post world war II began a journey...a journey of American youth of the coming new generation renamed as the beat generation. Coined by Jack Kerouac in 1948 during his conversations with John Clellon Holmes, the term 'beat' meant beaten down by society on one hand along with beatific vision and beatitude of music on the other.The movement started as a opposition to authority, social conformity expressing liberty as its ideal along with freedom of speech, literature, poetry. With Buddhism at its helm, zen art and Haiku poetry became important sources of inspiration. As Kerouac writes

"I saw that my life was a vast glowing empty page and i could do anything i wanted........"

SAN FRANCISCO RENAISSANCE

In the mid 1950s, the beats conjoined to form the avant garde alternate poetic movement in San Francisco owing to the growing alternate literary scene. Founded by Kenneth Rexroth, a second generation modernist and literary critic highly inspired by Japanese Haiku, along with the beats formed the nucleus of the West Coast wing of the movement. The infamous Six gallery reading of Ginsberg's Howl and other performances by the likes of Gary Synder, Philip Whalen, Michael McClure and was also fictionalized in the second chapter of Kerouac's The Dharma Bums.

THE BEAT POETS- BEATNIKS

The beatniks meant living life on your own terms and the people who envisaged this dream envisioned life beyond cross cultural barriers, beyond societal norms, beyond familiar ties, beyond an ordinary life.....The Ones embodying this spirit included Jack kerouac, Allen Ginsberg, William. S. Burroughs, Michael McClure, Neal Cassidy and Gary Synder. The beatnik life style along with the most influential and inspiring Beat Literature includes Jack Kerouac's On The Road, The Subterraneans, The Visions of Cody, Big Sur, Sartori in Paris, The Dharma Bums, etc.. Allen Ginsberg's Howl, Kaddish and other poems.

INFLUENCES ON THE 60S PSYCHEDELIC ROCK

Apart from the Beatles, early Pink Floyd, Grateful Dead and Bob Dylan . The beat culture extensively influenced The Doors music as well . Jim's favourite being Kerouac's writings made him exclusively read, contemplate and write his own poetic compositions.

A RARE COMBINATION OF HAIKU AND JIM MORRISON'S POETRY

A barn
A cabin attic
Your own face mirrored in
The stationary window

White wings of rabbits
Grey velvet deer
The Canyon
The car, a craft wretched in
SPACE

Sudden movements
& your past to warm you
In the Spiritless night

The lonely HWY
Cold hiker
Afraid of the wolves and his own shadow.




Saturday, 31 May 2014

A Penny For The Old Guy.......& Godheads Of The Little Mind-Jim Morrison's The Lords And The New Creatures


Sentence upon sentence
Words are healing

Words got me the wound
& will get me well

If you believe it

THE END OF THE RAINBOW

The end of the rainbow

Put all my screaming phantasies
Into one giant
Box-trap

Image of self -image-propagation
Image of elation

Ungulation
Limit 1st free

Image of Utopia
A slaughter of phantoms

Innocent guilty

The Human World
Bounded by words
& dust

Sweet soft & velvet
Dust

Medium trust.
                          - Jim Morrison

TIRESIAS THE BLIND PROPHET

The blind clairvoyant of Thebes, Tiresias had the gift of foresight and prophecy bestowed by Zeus (The King Of the Gods). For seven years he was transformed into a woman by Hera and blinded by Athena. The Prophet of Apollo and the son of Everes and Chariclo, Tiresias prophesied for the seven generations at Thebes also being a personal advisor to the Phoenician prince Cadmus.
He also appears to Odysseus in the book XI of Odyssey and is associated with Thebes legendary history.

Tiresias's oracular powers were invoked by the following methods
By hearing and interpreting a birdsong as he had been bestowed the power by Athena, the ability to decipher bird's decoded messages through thier songs.
Secondly, by invoking visions in the holy sacrificial smoke created by burnt offerings or by invoking and commincating with the spirits (nekyia).

Tiresias finds mention in an array from traditional to modernist literature including Ovid's Metamorphoses, Milton's Paradise Lost, Dante's Inferno, Sophocle's Oedipus The King and Antigone, Euripedes The Bacchae and The Phoenician Women, Lord Alfred Tennyson's poem Tiresias, Eliot's The Waste Land along with allusions in The Hollow Men.....

Thank You Oh Lord
For the white blind light
Thank You Oh Lord
For the white blind light
A city rises from the sea
I had a splitting headache
From which the future's made.....
                                               
                                            - Jim Morrison

A COMPARITIVE ANALYSIS WITH SELECTED LINES FROM T.S. ELIOT'S THE HOLLOW MEN

Eliot's The Hollow Men derives its title by the combination of The Hollow Land, a romance by William Morris and The Broken Men a poem by Rudyard Kipling. The old guy (Fawkes) is the referenced to the ritual burning of the straw man effigy . Other references include the agrarian mythos of Frazer, the Lord's Prayer, Shakespeare's Julius Caesar and Joseph Conrad's An Outcast Of The Islands.

A penny for the old guy .....

Walking Alone
At the hour when we are trembling 
With tenderness 
Lips that would kiss 
Form prayers to broken stone......

DANTE'S BEATRICE
Eyes that i dare not meet in dreams...
.....these do not appear
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind's singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.....

The above lines are attributed to Beatrice in reference to her character depiction in Dante's The Divine Comedy.

Beatrice has been the subject of Dante's Platonic Love and ideation and had been modelled in many of his works including Dante's La Vita Nuova and The Divine Comedy with significant references in Paradiso and Purgatorio Cantos  where she serves as a guide, an incarnation of beatific love as her name implies, taking over Virgil (Dante's companion in Purgatorio) thereby leading Dante through the pathway to heaven or the beatific vision.

The Hollow Men marks the end of Eliot's Inferno post The Waste Land leading towards Purgatorio in Ash Wednesday.

Let me be no nearer...........

Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer.........

Not that last meeting place.........

........The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms
Sightless, unless 
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose......

The only hope of empty men.....

OTHER REFERENCES - THE MYTH OF THE FISHER KING

The myth of the fisher king sprung from the roots of Celtic mythology. Among the King Arthurian legends the myth of the fisher king is associated with the Grail Legend along with arrival of Percival as the healer knight accompanied by Sir Galahad and Sir Bors.
In mythology, the fisher king is depicted as the forebearer or the keeper of the Holy Grail, who loses his potency by a inflicted injury. His impotence brings forth infertility in his kingdom, thus forcing him to strive on fishing in the river of his Corbenic castle until a magician, healer or a knight arrives in his land to cure him of the inflicted wound.
In other versions of the myth, the wounded king appears to be the father while the  task of fishing is undertaken by the son who is entitled as the fisher king. This account is echoed many times through the mythos of T.S. Eliot's The Waste Land.

THE GUY FAWKES MYTH

This is the way the world ends 
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends 
Not with a bang but with a whimper.

Celebrated on November 5th every year, the Guy Fawkes Day or rather the Guy Fawkes Night commemorates the failure of the Gunpowder plot of 1605 involving England's House Of Parliament capturing Fawkes a failed revolutionary and an arsonist. Ever since, the event is celebrated every year by lighting ritual bonfires setting ablaze straw man effigies of Fawkes as a mark of victory over conspiracy.

THE IRONIC JUXTAPOSITION

Eliot uses the imagery of an ironic juxtaposition of the hollow men and the children at play. The loss of innocence and the worship of false Gods. Dancing around the prickly pear, metaphors the loss of faith and childhood memories.

Here the stone images are raised 
Here they receive

................Here we go around the prickly pear 
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go around the prickly pear
At five o clock in the morning.............

In this last of meeting places
We grope together and avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river
                                     
                                              -T.S.Eliot

JIM MORRISON'S WILDERNESS

                       Repent
None of the old Things worked......

Stained eyes
You see time fly

The face changes as the heart beats
& breathes

We are not constant
We are an arrow in flight
The sum of the angles of change

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

THE END OF THE DREAM

The end of the dream
will be
When it matters

All things lie
Buddha will forgive me
Buddha will


I can forgive
my injuries
in the name of
Wisdom
Luxury
Romance

Sentence upon sentence
Words are healing

Words got me the wound
& will get me well

If you believe it

                               - Jim Morrison