. Jim Morrison Stone Immaculate - A Graveyard Poem

 

Patricia Devaux is a french photographer. In the early 80's she had the change to visit many times Jim's grave, in different season. She says that the statue of Jim was like an artistic and even spiritual presence something like little part of Jim being with they by the grave. When the statue was there it was possible to feel Jim's presence very intensively, thanks to what this piece of art represented. Sadly they saw it decay and dissapear rapidly, so "Stone Immaculate" is a tribute to the work of art that has gone too fast, like the one it represented. Patricia is now planning a reprint of Stone Immaculate with more photos and new texts. We hope this project will be released soon.

A special thanks to Patricia for her kind support.

 

 

In that year we had an intensive visitation of energy

Is everybody in?
Is everybody in?
Is everybody in?
The ceremony is about to begin

A wake
Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day
The day's divinity,
first thing you see

A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by its quite side
And we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy
The music and voices are all around us

Choose, they croon, the Ancinet Ones
The time has come again
Choose now, they croon
Beneath the moon
Beside an ancient lake
Enter again the sweet forest
Enter the hot dream
Come with us
Everything is broken up and dances

O great creator of being
grant us one more hour to
perform our art
and perfect our lives

Patricia Devaux - 1981/1984 © - (used by permission)

 

 

Patricia Devaux - 1981/1984 © - (used by permission)

We came down the rivers and highways
We came down from forests and falls
We came down from Carson and Springfield
We came down from Phoenix enthralled

And I can tell you the names of the kingdom
I can tell you the things that you know
Listening for a fistful of silence
Climbing valleys into the shade

For seven years I dwelt in the loose palace of exile
Playing strange games with the girls of the island
Now I have come again to the land of the fair
And the strong and the wise

Brothers and sisters of the pale forest
Childred of night
Who among you will run with the hunt?

Now night arrives with her purple legion
Retire now to your tents and to your dreams
Tomorrow we enter the town of my birth
I want to be ready

 

Thank you, O lord
For the white blind light
A city rises from the sea
I had a splitting headache, from wich the future is made

 

Out in the perimeter there are no stars
Out here we is stoned, immaculate

 

 

Moonshine night
Mt. village
Insane in the woods
in the deep trees

Under the moon
Beneath the stars
They reel & dance
The young folk

Led to the Lake
by a King & Queen

O, I want to be there
I want us to be there
Beside the lake
Beneath the moon
Cool & swollen
dripping its hot
liquor

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Frozen moment by a lake
A knife has been stolen
The Death of the snake

I know the impossible sea
when the dogs bark

I am a death bird
Naughty night bird

My only wish is to see Far Arden again

Patricia Devaux - 1981/1984 © - (used by permission)

 

 

An angel runs
Thru the sudden light
Thru the room
A ghost precedes us
A shadow follows us
And each time we stop
We fall

 

We scaled the wall
We tripped to the graveyard
Ancient shapes were all around us

No music
But the wet grass felt fresh beside the fog

Two made love in a silent spot
One chased a rabbit into the dark
A girl got drunk
And balled the dead
And I gave empty sermons to my head

Cemetery
Cool and quiet
Hate to leave your sacred lay
Dread the milky coming of the day

I'd love to stay , I'd love to stay
I'd love to stay

 

Let them photograph your soul
Memorize your alleys on an endless roll

Patricia Devaux - 1981/1984 © - (used by permission)

 

 

...they are waiting to take us into the severed garden, do you know how pale and wanton thrillful comes death on a strange hour unannounced,
unplanned for like a scaring over-friendly guest you've brought to bed...

Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws

No more money, no more fancy dress, this other Kingdom seems by far the best until its other jaw reveals incestand
loose obedience to a vegetable law
I will not go
P
refer a Feast of Friends to the Giant Family

 

 

 

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