Cinema, heir of alchemy, last of an erotic science.
JIM MORRISONCinema, heir of alchemy, last of an erotic science.
JIM MORRISONYou get to love your pretense…It’s true, we’re locked in an image, an act…
JIM MORRISONMy wild words slip into fusion and risk losing the solid ground. So stranger, get wilder still. Probe the highlands.
JIM MORRISONGive form to the passing World. Freeways are a drama.
JIM MORRISONIndians scattered on dawn’s highway bleeding/Ghosts crowd the young child’s fragile eggshell mind.
JIM MORRISONThere may be a time when we’ll attend Weather Theaters to recall the sensation of rain.
JIM MORRISONThe world becomes an apparently infinite, yet possibly finite, card game. Image combinations, permutations, comprise the world game.
JIM MORRISONWe cripple ourselves with lies.
JIM MORRISONWhat have they done to the earth? What have they done to our fair sister?
JIM MORRISONThe most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask.
JIM MORRISONLet’s just say I was testing the bounds of reality. I was curious to see what would happen. That’s all it was curiosity.
JIM MORRISONThere are subtle ways to punish a person for daring to feel. You see that everyone around you has destroyed his true feeling nature. You imitate what you see.
JIM MORRISONI’m kind of hooked to the game of art and literature; my heroes are artists and writers.
JIM MORRISONAll your soft wild promises were words, birds, endlessly in flight.
JIM MORRISONMost people love you for who you pretend to be….To keep their love, you keep pretending – performing.
JIM MORRISONI think people resist freedom because they’re afraid of the unknown. But it’s ironic.
JIM MORRISON