From poet to The Doors lead singer: Book details the dark, vivid mind of Jim Morrison

Mark Bannerman
Jun 06, 2021, updated Jun 07, 2021

A new book of the collected works of former lead singer of The Doors Jim Morrison, has just been released. Photo: Shockya.com

It was early summer in Los Angeles, 1971, and actor and rock groupie Pamela Des Barres was walking down La Cienega Boulevard heading for an audition.

Jim Morrison, lead singer of The Doors and heart-throb to millions, was driving down the opposite side of the street. They waved to each other.

Morrison did a U-turn and pulled up for a chat. He told Des Barres, “I wanted to say goodbye – I’m going to France.”

The idea he explained was to concentrate on his writing. She later told friends how well he looked and how happy he appeared to be.

A month or so later he was dead. Found lying in a bathtub with fatal dose of “china white” heroin the probable cause.

There are many theories about Morrison’s death.

Did he die in the bathroom alone while his girlfriend slept? Or had he overdosed at a bar and been brought home, where he died?

There was no autopsy and no open coffin.

Whatever you believe though, nothing removes the sentiments he relayed to Des Barres that day.

He always saw himself as a writer, not as a pop star.

Jim Morrison, three years before he died, saw himself as a writer not a rock star. Photo: Wikimedia Commons

Poetry was Morrison’s ‘ultimate art form’

Now fans and lovers of literature can test Jim’s assertion for themselves with the release of the complete works of Jim Morrison.

In a book curated by his friend Frank Lisciandro, and with a prologue by his sister Anne Morrison Chewning, his writings are published together for the first time, with more than a third of the material never seen before.

The book includes one of his first poems from 1954 called The Pony Express.

It also contains the poetry and material he wrote and published in the 1960s and ’70s, along with notes from his trial in Miami, a film treatment called The Hitchhiker and a long poem, almost certainly written in Paris, immediately before his death, with lines that suggests the past:

And I remember

stars in the shotgun

night

And chillingly what was to come,

Naked we come

& bruised we go

nude pastry

for the slow soft worms

below

There’s little doubt he loved writing, especially poetry as he told interviewer Tony Thomas: “Poetry is the ultimate art form, because what defines us human beings is language. The way we talk is the way we think, and the way we think is the way we act, and the way we act, is what we are.”

Why did Morrison throw away his notebooks?

Those who knew him say Morrison carried a small notebook with him everywhere he went, always writing.

As he moved from high school heading for UCLA, he threw away all the notebooks.

Asked why he’d done this, he said: “There’s nothing I can think of that I’d rather have in my possession … but maybe, if I’d never thrown them away, I’d never have written anything original … I think if I’d never gotten rid of them I’d never have been free.”

A few fragments remained however, including the verse Morrison recites on the band’s second album, called Horse Latitudes.

It describes a moment when the crew on becalmed galleons in the Atlantic would throw horses overboard when water was running out. More than 60 years on it maintains its power:

Awkward instant

And the first animal is jettisoned,

Legs furiously pumping

Their stiff green gallop,

And heads bob up

Poise

Delicate

Pause

Consent

In mute nostril agony

Carefully refined and

And sealed over

Not for the faint hearted

Like so much of The Doors’ music Morrison’s writing is confrontational.

If what you’re looking for in this book are untroubled musings, go elsewhere. His writing is not for the faint hearted.

Dance naked on broken

bones feet bleed & stain

glass cuts cover your mind

As he told Creem Magazine, “I rely on images of violence, which bring the shock of pain, to penetrate the barriers people erect and defend … one way is violence, pain. The other is eroticism.”

There are moments where the constant need to startle and unnerve you becomes exhausting.

At other times he is playful – almost laugh out loud funny.

Phrases repeat themselves, with snakes and reptiles constant metaphors. Often what he writes is a simple stream of consciousness until you hit pay dirt, as you discover in the final sections of the Paris Journal written just before his death,

The Hitchhiker stood

by the side of the road

& levelled his thumb

in the calm calculus

of reason

The concept of The Hitchhiker recurs in a number of places and is perhaps a metaphor for the way Morrison saw life. The loner by the side of the road, finger out, throwing fate to the wind.

The Collected Works reproduces a treatment for a short film, The Hitchhiker.

Shot in the summer of 1969 and running 52 minutes, it stars Jim Morrison as a serial killer, whose character would later reappear in Riders on the Storm.

If you give this man a ride

Sweet memory will die

Killer on the road.

What becomes clear as you read through Morrison’s writing is his interest, indeed obsession with celebrity, sex and death.

Death makes angels of us all

& gives us wings

where we had shoulders

smooth as ravens

claws

Morrison wanted his fans to rebel

For Morrison trying to make sense of his celebrity was harder work.

In the end the only way he could come to terms with the adoration was to turn to drink and to turn on his audience.

On stage he often demanded something from them that they could not readily give. Action and reaction was what he wanted.

It seems that with the war in Vietnam raging and with black Americans in outright rebellion over their treatment and lack of equality, Morrison could not understand why his audience was obsessed with him and not what he was saying.

Worse still, he simply couldn’t understand why did they simply take to the streets in rebellion.