INYIM Media Way Back Wednesday: Jim Morrison’s Newly Unleashed Autobiographic Poem ‘As I Look Back! From "The Collected Works Of Jim Morrison: Poetry, Journals, Transcripts, And Lyrics Hardcover" OUT TODAY.

INYIM Media Way Back Wednesday: Jim Morrison’s Newly Unleashed Autobiographic Poem ‘As I Look Back! From "The Collected Works Of Jim Morrison: Poetry, Journals, Transcripts, And Lyrics Hardcover" OUT TODAY. The Doors lead vocalist was quite the entire talented package!

"On Tuesday, June 8th, HarperCollins will publish The Collected Works of Jim Morrison: Poetry, Journals, Transcripts and Lyrics, a nearly 600-page, estate-approved collection that pulls together most of the Doors singer’s previously published work. It features everything from song lyrics to poetry, his posthumous poetry collections (Wilderness and The American Night), and a trove of unpublished handwritten material culled from 28 recently discovered notebooks.

Ahead of the book’s release, Rolling Stone is reprinting Morrison’s previously unreleased poem and the collection’s epilogue “As I Look Back,” an autobiographical piece written in verse form where the singer reminisces on his life and career, from his childhood in a military family to his days with the Doors to his dreams of a post-music life.

“The joy of performing has ended. Joy of films is pleasure of writing,” Morrison writes. “End w/fond good-bye & plans for future — Not an actor writer — filmmaker.”

The Collected Works of Jim Morrison: Poetry, Journals, Transcripts and Lyrics also boasts Morrison’s treatment for his unrealized film project The Hitchhiker, unseen family photographs, a transcript and pictures from Morrison’s final poetry recording session, and what are believed to be Morrison’s final writings — the contents of a Paris notebook from shortly before his 1971 death, “reproduced in full reading size.”

 

“As I Look Back” 

As I look back

over my life

I am struck by post cards Ruined snap shots

faded posters Of a time, I can’t recall

Before the beach, & birth,

was the home for travelers juvenile pen

a barracks in limbo of souls sans desire

They instill desire, day by day

& night too

Parachute birth

1st moments as war

1st days of pain

Struggle toward

consciousness

I am a Scot, or so

I’m told.

Really the heir of Mystery

Christians

The child of a

Military family . . . .

1st early memories

— attention-getting baby hide from mother

& elephant walk

back thru time to that child

again, staring rotten

thru the fence at the angels

next door

early memories

Asthma

Albuquerque lawn chairs & lock’d

in garage shelves w/girl

Beautiful Mexican girl – her mother

May dance – lost shoe

“Bad boy” – No, he’s a good boy

Think of Nothing – get what you want

The Mail Box

I initiated dirt-clod

fights in the canyon

& got bombed

in the stomach by rocks

Parachutes from

silk handkerchief

Kites

Snake in the Glen

“But they were picking

on the little kids”

I told stories & led

Treasure hunts for children

I led bicycle packs

chasing girls home from

school & delighted in

spanking them

I rebelled against church

after phases of

fervor

I curried favor in school

& attack’d the teachers

I was given a

desk in the corner

I was a fool

&

The smartest kid

in class

I created a mock treasure

Tried to get blood

To hide in woods near school

a monitor stopt me

Walks in D.C. in

Negro streets. The library

& book stores. Orange

brick in warm sun.

The books & poets magic

Then sex gives greater stimulation

Than you’ve ever known &

all peace & books lose their

charm & you are thrown

back on the eye of vision

chooks – depantsing – fights – Blue Bus etc.

Trying to have a ducktail

asserted myself by wit

I have tried to learn more about

homos but it’s not easy to discuss.

This is true about sex in general,

even more than philosophy or religion." - Rollingstone.com