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An American Poet
April 13, 2007

Jim_Morrison.jpg So I was out to lunch with a friend the other day and over just a little too much white wine and spicy tuna rolls with eel sauce and crunchy tempura flakes, she asked what the saying on the Jim Morrison header means. Wow, it was hard for me to imagine anyone not knowing that line, having been weaned on every lyric to every Doors song and devouring every one of Jim's written and spoken words as a teenager. Not to mention the subject of some of my very earliest erotic thoughts. He was right up there with Captain Kirk from the Star Ship Enterprise and Tarzan slaying jungle predators in his loin cloth. To me, Jim was a true American poet, the fact that he joined a rock band and they made music of it was just an added bonus, a platform for his real work.

Since it occurred to me not everyone is such a Morrison freak as myself, the line comes from the Doors song, The Wasp (Texas Radio and the Big Beat) from their final album in 1971, L.A. Woman. And if you feel so inclined to listen as you read, just click on the radioblog arrow below:

I wanna tell you 'bout Texas Radio and the Big Beat
Comes out of the Virginia swamps
Cool and slow with plenty of precision
With a back beat narrow and hard to master

Some call it heavenly in it's brilliance
Others, mean and rueful of the Western dream
I love the friends I have gathered together on this thin raft
We have constructed pyramids in honor of our escaping
This is the land where the Pharaoh died

The Negroes in the forest brightly feathered
They are saying, "Forget the night.
Live with us in forests of azure.
Out here on the perimeter there are no stars
Out here we is stoned - immaculate."

Listen to this, and I'll tell you 'bout the heartache
I'll tell you 'bout the heartache and the loss of God
I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night
The meager food for souls forgot
I'll tell you 'bout the maiden with wrought iron soul

I'll tell you this
No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn


Posted by Lori on April 13, 2007 12:26 AM permalink Comments (1)



coffeypot commented April 13, 2007 12:33 AM

Okay! I read what you said. What did you say? I still don't know what it means. I do not have a poets heart, or a lick of since, either.


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