jueves, 18 de septiembre de 2008

An American Prayer

Do you know the warm progress
under the stars?
Do you know we exist?

Have you forgotten the keys
to the kingdom.
Have you been borne yet
and are you alive?

Let's reinvent the gods, all the myths
of the ages
Celebrate symbols from deep elder forest
[Have you forgotten the lessons
of the ancient war]

We need great golden copulations
The fathers are cackling in trees
of the forest
Our mother is dead in the sea

Do you know we are being led to
slaughters by placid admirals?

And that fat slow generals are getting
obscene on young blood?
Do you know we are ruled by TV?
The moon is dry blood beast

Guerrilla bands are rolling numbers
in the next block of green vine
amassing for warfare on innocent
herdsman who are just dying.

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

The moths and atheists are doulby divine
and dying
We live, we die
and death not ends it
journey we more into the
cling to life

Our passion'd flower
cling to cunts and cocks
of despair
we got our final vision
by clap.

Columbus' groin got
filled with the green death
[I touched her thigh
and death smiled]

We have assembled inside this ancient
and insane theatre
to prorrogate our lust for life
and flee the swarming wisdom
of the streets

The barns are stormed
the windows kept
and only one of all the rest
to dance and save us
with divine mockery
of words.

Music inflames temperament
[when the true King's murderers
are allowed to run free
a thousand Magicians arise
in the land]

Where are the feasts we were promised?
Where is the wine?
The New Wine?
[Dying on the vine]

Jim Morrison

Nunca había publicado en el blog nada acerca de Jim Morrison o The Doors, pero hoy me apetecía. Tanto la letra de las canciones de The Doors como los poemas de Jim son oscuros, escandalosos, rozando quizás la obscenidad en muchas ocasiones. Es uno de mis grupos favoritos de todos los tiempos, y no se por qué he tardado tanto en poner algo suyo.

En todo caso, para solventarlo, he elegido un poema de Jim. Mucho más oscuro que su música si cabe... Espero que os guste.

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