I know you all have missed this feature (especially Little Freak). I just wanted you to realize culture is not cheap. Tonight we have a lovely poem by Jim Morrison...
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"Why do I drink?
So that I can write poetry.
Sometimes when it's all spun out
and all that is ugly recedes
into a deep sleep
There is an awakening
and all that remains is true
As the body is ravaged
the spirit grows stronger
Forgive me Father for I know
what I do
I want to hear the last Poem
of the last Poet." - James Morrison
There will never again be anyone like Jim Morrison!
I thought you did your, er "poetry" on Friday evening after 5 p.m.? What happened?
ReplyDeleteWhere's your post on the impact of Norman Mailer's death? Come on, Mr. Culture.
Are you smoking again?????????
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Is it not recommended that in order to appreciate Jim Morrison’s verses one should be a little bit tipsy? Perhaps tipsy is the wrong word. How a bout "relaxed" and very giggly (in a very psychedelic way)? I believe Lester Bangs might have written about this at some point.
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Well that's a question i need to ask a lotta my family!
ReplyDeleteWhen we were in Paris a few years ago, my brother, the military guy, had to see Napolean's tomb while I went to see Jim Morrison's grave. One of us was cultured, the other was goofy, you decide.
ReplyDeleteAdrienne - no.
ReplyDeleteMonica - Jim is not dead.