Jim Morrison & Arthur Rimbaud

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1 Jim Morrison & Arthur Rimbaud I am Rimbaud with a leather jacket. GEPŠ Piran, Izola, Martin Mittendorfer, 3.A

2 15 leten pobegnil k Verlainu, 21 l. končal z aktivnim pisanjem, pri 37 l. je umrl Drugs are a bet with your mind. Po končani univerzi je več tednov preživel na strehi v LA-ju in jedel le fižol in LSD. Pri 27 l. je umrl.

3 Oba sta bila upornika proti konservativni družbi, ki zatira posameznika; posledično prezirana s strani višjih slojev, nekomformista v vseh pogledih. "I am interested in anything about revolt, disorder, chaos especially activity that seems to have no meaning. It seems to me to be the road toward freedom." V otroštvu zaznamovan s prizorom umirajočih Indijancev(Peace Frog), Zatiran, omejen s strani ameriških idealov.

4 (Look where we worship.) We all live in the city. The city forms - often physically, but inevitably psychically - a circle. A Game. A ring of death with sex at its center. Drive toward outskirts of city suburbs. At the edge discover zones of sophisticated vice and boredom, child prostitution. But in the grimy ring immediately surrounding the daylight business district exists the only real crowd life of our mound, the only street life, night life. Diseased specimens in dollar hotels, low boarding houses, bars, pawn shops, burlesques and brothels, in dying arcades which never die, in streets and streets of all-night cinemas. (The Lords, 1969) Mesto je ameriška družba-> simbolizem Družba je le igra v primerjavi s prostorom. O sorrowful city! O city now struck dumb, Head and heart stretched out in paleness In endless doorways thrown wide by time; City the Dismal Past can only bless: Body galvanised for sufferings yet to come.

5 People are Strange V družbi je Jim tako pogosto outsider, je popolnoma odtujen od tistega, kar mislijo in počnejo običajni ljudje.

6 Power I can make the earth stop in it's tracks. I made the blue cars go away. "Listen, real poetry doesn't say anything, it just ticks off the possibilities. Opens all doors. You can walk through any one that suits you." 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 (Wilderness, 1988) I m the saint, praying on the terrace as the peaceful beasts graze down to the sea of Palestine. I m the scholar in the dark armchair. Branches and rain fling themselves at the library casement. I m the traveller on the high road through the stunted woods: the roar of the sluices drowns out my steps. I watch for hours the melancholy golden wash of the sunset. I might well be the child left on the jetty washed to the open sea, the little farm-boy following the lane whose crest touches the sky. The paths are rough. The little hills are covered with broom. The air is motionless. How far away the birds and the fountains are! That can only be the world s end ahead.(illuminations, 1886-Childhood IV)

7 Pisanje poezije je bil zanj ritual, ki mu je pomagal do tega, da se njegova duša obnovi. Pesimizem, trpljenje, razočaranje, upiranje, (spleen); cinizem Lament for my cock Sore and crucified I seek to know you Aquiring soulful wisdom You can open walls of mystery Stripshow How to aquire death in the morning show TV death which the child absorbs Deathwell mystery which makes me write Slow train, the death of my cock gives life Forgive the poor old people who gave us entry Taught us god in the child's praye in the night Lament for the Death of my Cock I pressed her thigh and death smiled Death, old friend Death and my cock are the world I can forgive my injuries in the name of Wisdom Luxury Romance Sentence upon sentence Words are the healing lament For the death of my cock's spirit Has no meaning in the soft fire Words got me the wound and will get me well I you believe it All join now and lament the death of my cock A tounge of knowledge in the feathered night Boys get crazy in the head and suffer I sacrifice my cock on the alter of silence (An American Prayer, 1970, 1978)

8 Chariots of copper and silver Prows of silver and steel Ploughing the foam Rooting up stumps of the thorns. The currents of the heath, And the vast ruts of the ebb-tide, Flow away in circles towards the east, Towards the pillars of the forest, Towards the posts of the jetty, Whose angle is battered by whirlwinds of light. (Illuminations-Marine) BRIGHT FLAGS The great hiway of dawn Stretching to slumber pouring out from her greedy palms a shore, to wander Hesitation & doubt Swiftly ensconced O Viking, your women cannot save you out on the great ship Time has claimed you Coming for you And I came to you for peace And I came to you for gold And I came to you for lies And you gave me fever & wisdom & cries & sorrow & we'll be here the next day the next day & Tomorrow (Wilderness, 1988)

9 We are from the West. The world we suggest should be a new Wild West, a sensuous, evil world, strange, and haunting. The Soft Parade When I was back there in seminary school, There was a person there Who put forth the proposition, That you can petition the Lord with prayer Petition the lord with prayer, Petition the lord with prayer You cannot petition the lord with prayer! Can you give me sanctuary, I must find a place to hide, A place for me to hide Can you find me soft asylum, I can't make it anymore, The Man is at the door Peppermint, miniskirts, chocolate candy, Champion sax and a girl named Sandy There's only four ways to get unraveled, One is to sleep and the other is travel, da da One is a bandit up in the hills, One is to love your neighbor 'till His wife gets home Catacombs, Nursery bones, Winter women, Growing stones Carrying babies, To the river Streets and shoes, Avenues, Leather riders Selling news, The monk bought lunch Ha ha, he bought a little, Yes, he did, Woo! This is the best part of the trip, This is the trip, the best part I really like, What'd he say?, Yeah!, Yeah, right! Pretty good, huh, Huh!, Yeah, I'm proud to be a part of this number Successful hills are here to stay, Everything must be this way Gentle streets where people play, Welcome to the Soft Parade All our lives we sweat and save, Building for a shallow grave Must be something else we say, Somehow to defend this place Everything must be this way, Everything must be this way, yeah The Soft Parade has now begun, Listen to the engines hum People out to have some fun, A cobra on my left Leopard on my right, yeah The deer woman in a silk dress, Girls with beads around their necks Kiss the hunter of the green vest, Who has wrestled before With lions in the night Out of sight!, The lights are getting brighter The radio is moaning, Calling to the dogs There are still a few animals, Left out in the yard But it's getting harder, To describe sailors, To the underfed Tropic corridor, Tropic treasure What got us this far, To this mild equator? We need someone or something new Something else to get us through, yeah, c'mon Callin' on the dogs, Callin' on the dogs Oh, it's gettin' harder, Callin' on the dogs Callin' in the dogs, Callin' all the dogs, Callin' on the gods You gotta meet me, Too late, baby Slay a few animals, At the crossroads, Too late All in the yard, But it's gettin' harder, By the crossroads You gotta meet me, Oh, we're goin', we're goin great At the edge of town, Tropic corridor, Tropic treasure Havin' a good time, Got to come along, What got us this far To this mild equator?, Outskirts of the city, You and I We need someone new, Somethin' new, Somethin' else to get us through Better bring your gun, Better bring your gun Tropic corridor, Tropic treasure, We're gonna ride and have some fun When all else fails, We can whip the horse's eyes And make them sleep, And cry

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