True to his Demons

I imagine an arm out of the bathtub, a lifeless face, some wet long hair, a cold body. I imagine the poems, remained to be written, the scream of freedom never come out of his throat, the myth that won on the boy, the Seventies just glimpsed. Today is the 4th of July in 1971 and Pamela Courson is widow for twenty-four hours. Continua

The seduction of death in Jim Morrison’s poems

“The demon, dressed in black leather” decides not to want the Giant Family. But the seduction of death accompanies him in his whole poetry and in the 27 years of his amazing life. The analysis of The Severed Garden is this most obvious and fascinating proof. Continua