sexta-feira, 18 de novembro de 2011

Jim Morrison's Text for The Eye Magazine

This is an amazing masterpiece from Jim Morrison that I had to share with you. This text shows how Jim was smart and cult. There are some references that I didn't knew at all. A friend of mine once told me that this text is absolutely related to the Aristotelian Philosophy! Every day Jim is surprising me with how much he was AMAZING! I'll also post it in Portuguese




He sought exposure, and lived the horror of trying to assemble a myth before a billion dull dry ruthless eyes. Leaving his plane, he strode to the wire fence, against the advice of his agents, to touch hands. Standing close to appeal his invitation for admire him worship or weapons. The constant unspoken interior knowledge, that his body was target every public second. Charged murderous awareness of beasts. New nerves of sensation flowered on his neck spine garden. When he looked at you, they said, he stripped back your skull. Naturally. For well wishing admirer smiles easily hide death behind cat teeth. Not paranoia or beyond grave carelessness, but a fine sensuous knowledge of violence in an eternal present.

Cyclop. People who resemble primitive lizards have a jewel within their skull. Called the pineal gland, it is located inside the brain at the juncture of the two hemispheres of cerebellum. In some this third vestigial eye is still sensitive to light.

The eye resists detached analysis. Realize that the eyes actually are two soft globes floating in bone.

The impressions are seeing me.

Ask anyone what sense he would preserve above all others. Most would say sight, forfeiting a million eyes in the body for two in the skull. Blind, we could live and possibly discover wisdom. Without touch, we could turn into hunks of wood.

The eye is a hungry mouth
That feed on the world.

Architect of image worlds

in competition with the real.

There are twin planets
in the skull.

The eye is god. And the world,
for it has its equator.

Pluck out the animal's eye in the dark and set it down before an object, clear and bright, a window against the sky. The outline of this image is engraved on the retina, visible to the naked eye. This excised eye is primitive camera, the retina's visual purple acts as emulsion.

Kühne, following his success with rabbits, was presented the head of a young guillotine victim. The eye was extracted and slit along the equator. The operation was performed in a special red and yellow room. Retina of the left eye offers a sharp but ambiguous image, impossible to define. He spent the next years in search for its meaning, the exact nature of the object, if it was an object.

Windows are eyes of the house. Peer out of your prison body, other peep in. Never a one-way traffic. Seeing always implies the possibility of damaged privacy, for as eyes reveal the huge external world, our own infinite internal spaces are opened for others.

What is the fate the eyes during sleep? They move constantly, like spectators in a theatre.

The pupils dilate during abnormal states. Drugs, madness, drunkenness, paralysis, exhaustion, hypnosis, vertigo, high sexual excitement. The eye finding its ocean after the idea of oceans has ended.

Enkidu was a wild man, an animal among animals. One day a woman exposed her nakedness to him at a watering hole, and he responded. That day he left with her to follow the arts of civilization.

Mates are chosen first by visual appeal. Not odour, rhythm, skin. It is an error to believe that the eye caress a woman. Is a woman constructed out of light or of skin? Her image is never real in the eye, it is engraved on the ends of the fingers.

In the Ars Magna, Great Work, the Alchemist creates the world in his retort.

The eyes are the genitals of perception, and they too have established a tyranny. They have usurped the authority of the other senses. The body becomes a thin awkward stalk to support the eye on its rounds.

Why should the eyes be called windows of soul and key to deepest human communion, and touch denied as mild collisions of flesh.

The body is not the house, it is the inside of the house.The blind copulate, eyes in their skin.
The eye is light at rest.

(Do we create light in the eye? Is light our own, or from the world?)

In Egyptian mythology the eye is symbol of Osiris, or from Horus; and the sun god Ra.

Ptah gave birth to men from his mouth, the gods from his eyes.

City-temple of Brak (3000 B.C.). Discovered thousands of small flat human faces of black and white alabaster, without nose, mouth, ears, but with engraved and carefully painted eyes. Called the Eye Temple: to house these offerings to a divinity.

Oedipus. Reality of her naked breasts. Her body. You have looked upon those you ought never to have looked. Eyes gouged with a broach from the dress of dead Jocasta.

Punish the eyes. Shrivelled breasts of an old woman. He is led from village to village by a young boy. And everywhere they wait on his words.

Tiresias, said to have spent seven years as a woman, came upon Athene in the forest, bathing. She darkened the intruding eyes.

Saul of Tarsus on the Road to Damascus. Blindness elevated him to St. Paul.
Why is blindness holy?

Alchemy offers man an original heroism. The Mani taught that man was created as a helper by the messenger of Supreme God of Light to assist by his life and efforts in gathering the scattered, thereby weakened, atoms of light and lead them upward. For light has shone into the darkness and wasted itself and is in grave danger of being swallowed wholly.

Man can assist in the salvation of light.

The process of transforming base metals into gold is called projection.

In dim light, form is sacrificed for light. In bright light, light is sacrificed for form.

Code of light. The eye is sick. Pluck it out. The doctor removes the eye to save the body. To do this, he must sewer the optic nerve connecting eye with brain. Before anaesthesia, it was often reported that the pass of the scalped created light instead of pain.

Gradually, objects are constructed outside the body.

The eye arises from light, for light. Indifferent organs and surfaces evolve into their unique form. The fish is shaped by water, the bird by air, the worm by earth. The eye is a creature of fire.

*
by James Douglas Morrison.
Published in 1968, in the "Eye Magazine".

Wild Child - Rare Version

Hey, people! That's just amazing! A rare version of this Door's sexy and poetic song called "Wild Child" from the Soft Parade. I just LOVED the part that Jim's screaming on the studio *-*

Achei uma versão incrível dessa música sexy e poética do Doors, "Wild Child" do Soft Parade. Eu AMEI a parte em que o Jim grita no estúdio *-*





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sexta-feira, 11 de novembro de 2011

The Unknown Soldier

Just sharing with you this fucking amazing presentation in Europe,1968.

Apenas compartilhando com vcs essa incrível apresentação na Europa, em 1968.


The Unknown Soldier




 
 
Wait until the war is over
And we're both a little older.
The unknown soldier.



Breakfast where the news is read.
Television children fed.
Unborn living. Living dead.
Bullet strikes the helmet's head



And it's all over
For the unknown soldier.
It's all over
For the unknown soldier.



*army marching sounds*
*gun firing*



Make a grave for the unknown soldier
Nestled in your hollow shoulder.
The unknown soldier.



Breakfast where the news is read.
Television children fed.



Bullet strikes the helmet's head


And, it's all over.
The war is over.
It's all over.
The war is over.
Well, all over, baby.
All over, baby.
Oh, over, yeah.
All over, baby..



O soldado desconhecido

Espere até a guerra terminar
E estaremos ambos um pouco mais velhos
O soldado desconhecido

Café da manhã onde as notícias são lidas
Televisão alimenta crianças
Não-nascidos vivendo, mortos-vivos
Bala atinge a cabeça sob o capacete

E está tudo acabado
Para o soldado desconhecido
E está tudo acabado
Para o soldado desconhecido
*sons de exércitos marchando*
*tiros de armas*

Faça uma cova para o soldado desconhecido
Aninhado na tumba de seu ombro
O soldado desconhecido
Café da manhã onde os notícias são lidas
Televisão alimenta crianças
Bala atinge a cabeça sob o capacete

E está tudo acabado
A guerra acabou
Está tudo acabado
A guerra acabou
Tudo acabado, baby
Tudo acabado, baby
Tudo acabado
Tudo acabado

quinta-feira, 10 de novembro de 2011

In heaven or hell, who cares?



"We want the fire burning our brains. Immerse into the abyss, in heaven or hell, who cares? In the background of the unknown to find the new! Boredom is no longer my love. The furor, the lust, the madness, I know all the impulses and calamities - My whole burden was lowered. Calmly, let's appreciate the extent of my innocence.".

Arthur Rimbaud


*


"Queremos que o fogo nos queime o cérebro. Imergir no abismo,no céu ou no inferno,o que importa? Ao fundo do desconhecido para encontrar o novo! O tédio não é mais meu amor. O furor, a devasidão, a loucura,  dos que conheço todos os impulsos e calamidades.- Todo meu fardo foi arriado. Apreciemos sem vertigem a extensão de minha inocência."
Arthur Rimbaud

She dances in a ring of fire...



Untitled Poem



All the poems have wolves in it, all but one.

The most beautiful one of all:


"She dances in a ring of fire...

and throws off the challenge with a shrug"



Poema sem título


Todos os poemas têm lobos, menos um.
O mais belo de todos:


"Ela dança em um anel de fogo...
e desdenha o desafio com um encolher de ombros"

domingo, 6 de novembro de 2011

Texas Radio And The Big Beat

The Texas Radio and the Big Beat



James Douglas Morrison


 
 
 
I wanna tell you about Texas Radio and the Big Beat
Comes out of the Virginia swamps
Cool and slow with a back beat
Narrow and hard to master
Some call it heavenly in it's brilliance
Others, mean and ruthful of the Western dream
I love the friends I have gathered together on this thin raft
We've constructed pyramids in honor of our escaping
This is the land where the Pharaoh died

Children
The river contains specimens
The voices of singing women
Call us on the far shore

And they are saying
"Forget the Night
live with us in Forests of azure"
Meager food for souls forgot

I tell you this;
No eternal reward will
Forgive us now for
Wasting the dawn

One morning you awoke
And the strange sun
And opening your door...



A Rádio do Texas e a Grande Batida

James Douglas Morrison

Eu quero falar sobre a Rádio do Texas e a Grande Batida
Vinda dos pântanos da Virgínia
Calma e lenta com bastante precisão
Com uma batida antiga, restrita e difícil de dominar
Alguns dizem que é paradisíaco em seu brilho
Outros que é um lamento do sonho ocidental
Gosto dos amigos que fiz dentro dessa balsa
Nós construímos pirâmides em memória de nossas fugas
Foi nessa terra que o faraó morreu
Crianças
O rio contêm espécies
As vozes das mulheres cantantes
Chamando-nos para a longuíqua margem

E elas estão dizendo
"Esqueçam a Noite
vivam conosco nas Florestas azuis"
 Comida escassa para almas esquecidas

Eu direi isso:
Nenhuma recompensa eterna irá
Redimir-nos por
Desperdiçar o Amanhecer

Uma manhã você acordou
E o sol estranho
E abriu a porta...

quarta-feira, 2 de novembro de 2011

ELECTRIC STORM






Eletric Storm

James Douglas Morrison





electric storm
from the front
barometer at zero
forest
blue-eyed dog
strangled by snow
Night storm
flight-drive thru deserts
neon capitals, Wilderness
echoed & silenced
by angels

Angel Flight
to tobacco farm
the roadhouse
tomorrow

get ready for the Night
the rumors on waking
a gradual feeling of
learning & remembering

imagine a heaven in the
night-time
would one member be missing?










TEMPESTADE ELÉTRICA
James Douglas Morrison



tempestade elétrica
da frente
barômetro no zero
floresta
cachorro de olhos azuis
estrangulado pela neve
Tempestade noturna
vôo dirigido pelos desertos
Capitais de neon, Selva
ecoada e silenciada
por Anjos

O vôo do Anjo
para a fazenda de tabaco
a hospedaria
amanhã

apronte-se para a Noite
os rumores na caminhada
um sentimento gradual de
aprendizado e lembrança

Imagine o paraíso na
noite
sentiríamos falta de algum membro?