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L – Poetry Observed
L – Winter Term Paper
L – Week 8 log
February 25th
5 hours: Reading
1 hours: Listening to The Doors
2 hours: Drafting
February 26th
2 hours: Reading
2hours: Working on Holdrege
1 hours: Drafting
3 hours: Watching Interviews
February 27th
11/2 hours: Working on Holdrege
2 hours: Drafting
3 hours: Reading
February 28th
2 hours: Listening to the Doors
2 hours: Journaling
4 hour: Reading
March 1st
1 hours: Working on Holdrege
11/2 hours: Drafting
2 hour: Reading
March 2nd
3 hours: Listening to The Doors
1 hours: Reading
21/2 hours: Drafting
March 3rd
1 hours: Journaling
1 hour: Working on Holdrege
11/2 hours: Finish “No one gets out of here alive”
Totals
This week: 44
Cumulative Total: 165.5
Reading List:
The Lords
The New Creatures
The American Night
No One Gets Out of Here Alive
L – Week 8 Poetry
He screams wake up
I am awake!
and i’m terrified
those who have awoken
prefer the bliss of
ignorant sleep
———————
Through my lips sleeps
the tongue of a lizard
beneath these heavy lids
reptile eyes, blood cool
and skin sleek
I cannot awake
while the world is
so
weak
——————
Mortal
Mortal
Mortal
I am but
Mortal
but my words
these words
scribbles of conscience
tracks of thought patterns
are eternal
—————–
I am hellbound
straight from this accursed
ticky-tack town
with its pristine
ticky-tack boxes
and ticky-tack people
with enough ticky-tack audacity
to mock me
but I hurtle hellbound
with reckless abandon
to escape their
sticky ticky-tack
promises of change
L – Week 8 Reverie
(Word count is 146 but 39 are Doors lyrics so I didn’t count them)
“‘The forest shivers under the caresses of the cristal-fingered delirium..’ That which is electric in the shiver—whether it runs along man’s nerves or along the fibers of the forest—has met a sensitive detector in the poet’s image. Don’t such images bring us the revelation of a sort of intimate cosmicity? They unite the outside cosmos with an inside cosmos”
(Bachelard, Poetic Reverie; 139)
A darkened stage
slow milling
murmuring
meanders watch
A silhouetted figure
swaying leather tight hips
to the high pitch of the organ
the beat from of the drum
fluid fingers stroking his guitar
smooth harmonica
He slithers to the mic stand
mouth in pout shaking out his curls
He stares out at the crowd before
he wails
WAKE UP!
His head falls forward
then is thrown back
AOOOOWW!
The music matches his energy
the words slip past dreamily from his lips
yet the meaning assaults your mind
Don’t you love her madly?
Don’t you need her badly?
Don’t you love her ways?
Don’t you love her as
she’s walking out
the door!
an eee-rot-tic politician
rules
this show
possessed by
an
Electric shaman
has you under his spell
Well I’ve been
down
so
goddamn
long!
That it
looks like
up to
meeeeeee
Are you awake now?
L – Week 7 Log
February 17th
4 hours: Reading
2 hours: Listening to The Doors
11/2 hours: Drafting
February 18th
2 hours: Reading
1 hours: Notes about Jim
1 hours: Outlining Holdrege
2 hours: Listening to The Doors
February 19th
2 hours: Watching Documentaries
1 hours: Drafting
3 hours: Watching Interviews
February 20th
2 hours: Listening to The Doors
11/2 hours: Journaling
21/2 hour: Reading
February 21st
1 hours: Drafting Holdrege
2 hours: Drafting
1 hour: Watching last Documentary
February 22nd
1 hours: Listening to The Doors
2 hours: Morrison/About Morrison Interviews
2 hours: Drafting
February 23rd
21/2 hours: Reading
1 hour: Drafting
11/2 hours: Listening to the Doors
2 hours: Holdrege paper work
February 24th
1 hour: Reading
2 hours: Watching Interviews/Lost Paris Tapes
2 hours: Drafting Poetry
Totals
This week: 46.5
Cumulative Total: 121.5
Reading List:
The Lords
The New Creatures
The American Night
No One Gets Out of Here Alive
Documentaries:
Feast of Friends (1970)
The Doors: A Tribute to Jim Morrison (1981)
The Doors: Dance on Fire (1985)
L – Week 7 Reverie
“A whole vanished universe is preserved by an odor. Lucile Delarue-Mardrus, the beautiful Norman poetess writes: “The odor of my country was an apple.””
(Bachelard, Poetic Reverie; 139)
My dad is an old truck
filled with tools, sawdust
and cigarette smoke.
My best friend indescribable,
like fresh laundry, sugar
and a rose or a lily
My mom like a warm bed
grass on a sunny day
and white cheddar popcorn
My neighbor lies in
hot chocolate with heavy cinnamon
and cookies
Lopez island wrapped in
the smoke of an apple pie
weed, cigarettes and liquor
I miss my car the most
vanilla, cigarettes, resin
and crème soda too
Barbara, my second mom
like fresh herbs, sage
pot-stickers and fire
I’m scared these smells
as they last longer
than those who they
represent
L – Week 7 Poetry
I applaud these soldiers of the land
for claiming this metal monster of a boat
as its own in a cage of roots
just close enough to the shore
to freedom,
for spite.
________________
Evolution spilled across the wall
paint bubbles spin the tale
of men’s growth from cell
to flesh
Lucy opens the window
to God like form
tearing reality at its seams
for mind’s play
__________________
The freeway
Earth’s scars
from wars with men
__________________
Your lips are sweet silk
to my dry
cracked
maw
L – Week 6 log
February 10th
1.5 hour: Reading
2 hours: drafting
1 hour: listening to the doors
February 11th
3 hours: Reading
4 hours: Drafting
1.5 hours: watching Documentaries
February 12th
1 hour: Watching interviews
2 hours: Reading
2 hours: drafting
February 13th
1 hour: Reading
3 hours: drafting
February 14th
3 hours: Listening to the doors
February 15th
3.5 hours: Reading
2 hours: Watching interviews/clips
1.5 hours: Drafting
February 16th
2.5 hours: Reading
1 hour: drafting
1.5 hours: Journaling
This week: 37
Cumulative total: 75
Reading List:
The Lords
The New Creatures
The American Night
No One Gets Out of Here Alive
Documentaries:
The Doors Are Open (1968)
Live in Europe (1968)
Live at the Hollywood Bowl (1968)