Alcohol and acid might cleanse a door or two, and allow for a few ghosts/Dionysian spirits to come knocking at our psychic margins. But I also think art needs to function on a sober level, too, wherein the artist makes conscious choices about communicating experience. I love The Doors, but a big portion of their catalogue always strikes me as pretentious onanism.
Channel the flow and ride it out, by all means - but have an editor you trust to pull you out of the stream, too. Because self-awareness and perspective are critical tools in the artist's toolkit, no matter the medium, and we all need some help developing them.
Jim Morrison was a fragile marble icon, he thrived on poetry, yet withered with music, he wasn’t egocentric or high and mighty, he only wanted to be left alone to create his magical potions of verse and gilded passages of time’s precious keepsakes. Jim was a poet first, a musician second, and third, a divine drunk. I loved The Doors and Morrison, so, why discard Jim as some dime relic?
Alcohol and acid might cleanse a door or two, and allow for a few ghosts/Dionysian spirits to come knocking at our psychic margins. But I also think art needs to function on a sober level, too, wherein the artist makes conscious choices about communicating experience. I love The Doors, but a big portion of their catalogue always strikes me as pretentious onanism.
Channel the flow and ride it out, by all means - but have an editor you trust to pull you out of the stream, too. Because self-awareness and perspective are critical tools in the artist's toolkit, no matter the medium, and we all need some help developing them.
Jim Morrison was a fragile marble icon, he thrived on poetry, yet withered with music, he wasn’t egocentric or high and mighty, he only wanted to be left alone to create his magical potions of verse and gilded passages of time’s precious keepsakes. Jim was a poet first, a musician second, and third, a divine drunk. I loved The Doors and Morrison, so, why discard Jim as some dime relic?
But your own doors of perception remain unblemished, and your work continues to incite the old mind-grapes. That picture of Jim is a killer, too 👌