Comes death on strange hour
Unannounced, unplanned for like a scaring over-friendly guest you’ve brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all & 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 incest & loose obedience to a vegetable law
I will not go
Prefer a Feast of Friends
To the Giant family
– Jim Morrison
Exene Cervenka remembers Ray Manzarek with words such as this:
Music has a power that’s underestimated in our culture, but at one time we recognized that. Ray brought that power to the world; he brought it to the entire world. The problem with a lot of younger people today, and with a lot of music, is that it’s a passive soundtrack to their lives … it’s not music as a mind-expanding drug. That’s what the ’60s and the ’70s were about. Music has led multiple generations through the doors of perception, and it didn’t just lead you up to them and drop you off, it led people through those doors, and kept them open for people like me.
Reading that made me pause and think, “Wow — am I being too hard on the man?”
I’m fucking glad you’re dead Ray! Burn in hell Ray!
Burn.
In.
Hell.
Ray!
Speaking of things infernal, here’s a guided tour through the House of Haides:
The Underworld has many names.
But the House of Ais is what you know and do not see.
And Reconstructing the Labyrinth connects labyrinths with the underworld:
I have descended into the heart of the labyrinth multiple times, but I think there are multiple labyrinths inside oneself. They do not exist separately from one another, but in layers that spiral downwards, overlaid, one on top of the other. The heart of one is the beginning of another, and when someone reaches that heart they can either take that lesson with them and retrace their steps back into the light, or they can continue down further.
Tagged: haides, jim morrison, spirits
