Poetry Wednesday 06/11/08: Michael McClure & Ray Manzarek
A Marriage of Rock and Poetry
Michael McClure, Ray Manzarek collaborate on stage, reflecting a new trend in poetry.
Oakland poet and playwright Michael McClure first met pianist Ray Manzarek in 1968, during a recording session for the Doors’ classic album “Waiting for the Sun.” Doors lead singer Jim Morrison introduced the two, starting a friendship and creative association that has lasted three decades.
Their latest collaboration, “The Third Mind,” is a performance video-documentary featuring live concert footage of McClure reading his poems to the mostly improvised rhythms of Manzarek’s piano. The film, with narration by Peter Coyote, was just released by Mystic Fire Video and is available at Tower Records and at www.mysticfire.com.
The documentary segments trace the beginning of the poetry renaissance through 1950s San Francisco, setting McClure and Manzarek’s memories against the grandeur of the city. Viewers are taken on a tour of the place that for nearly two centuries has drawn writers like a magnet
McClure is one of the original Beat writers belonging to the movement that included Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg, William Burroughs and Gregory Corso. These modern descendants of Arthur Rimbaud and William Blake became united in a common cause, dedicating themselves to freedom of thought and expression.
“What I remember most about San Francisco in the ’50s is the tremendous sense of brotherhood and community that existed between the poets,” McClure says. “There was a definite competition between us, but there was also a tremendous belief in what we were saying, in what we were trying to do. We looked out for each other and protected each other. And that feeling’s at the core of what Ray and I do in concert: feeding back and forth off of each other, interacting onstage spontaneously, instinctively.”
Jim Morrison had always considered himself a poet in the tradition of the Beat generation. However, he took it one step further, using rock ‘n’ roll as a tool to bring poetry to people. Morrison read with passion and depth — in a matter of seconds he shed his public face and invited viewers into a world of perpetual motion, mysticism and mystery.
“I first discovered Morrison’s poetry in London in 1968,” McClure says. “It was so perfect and pristine, startling in its uniqueness, in the condensation of imagery. And he kept it so completely hidden. Other than himself and his wife, Pamela, I think I was the only one who really knew that side of Jim.”
Manzarek says, “We started the Doors because of Jim’s writing and my music. It was a marriage of rock ‘n’ roll to poetry, just as the beatniks had married jazz to poetry in San Francisco in the 1950s. What I do with Michael now is equal to what I did with Jim, except that Michael and I work on an intimate acoustic level. That electric sound isn’t there, but the passion and intensity remind me of what the Doors were doing.”
Manzarek met Morrison in the early 1960s, while they were film students at the University of California at Los Angeles. At the time, America was divided, reeling through the war in Vietnam. Caught up in that fury, feeling alienated, the two decided to set some of Morrison’s words to music. The connection was immediate, the songs raw and powerful, brimming with primal rage.
“In the late ’60s I turned away from rock ‘n’ roll because it was being swallowed up by the corporations,” McClure says. “Then I heard the Doors, and I was astounded by their sound. You only had to hear Morrison’s vocal and Manzarek’s organ one time to know that America wasn’t going to buy out the Doors.”
The collaboration of Manzarek and McClure is intriguing, with McClure’s lyrics framed by the haunting lilt of Manzarek’s music. Poet and musician become one, words driving music, music driving a hot- white rhythm.
“One of the pieces I enjoy performing most now is a series of haiku from my last book, `Rain Mirror,’ ” McClure says. “Instead of the words being painted with sumi ink on silk, they’re being painted with the voice on a continuous sheaf of music flowing in the air above Ray’s piano. Like what Kerouac was doing with David Amram in jazz clubs in the ’50s, marrying poetry to music.”
Manzarek says. “Poetry is a very dynamic and very exciting art form. It actually touches the soul. Hopefully Michael and I can help young people come to this realization.”
A Tribute to Jim Morrison by Michael McClure
accompanied by Ray Manzarek of The Doors
In Memoriam Jim Morrison
By Michael McClure
SING THAT I BE ME, BE THOU,BE MEAT,be me, be I, no ruse
– A MAMMALED MAN,
and stand
with rainbow robes
that drop away and globes
that float in air about my hand.
A UNIVERSE IN FIGURE EIGHTS
swirls about my head
in flashing neon-lighted dots and blurs and spots
and heavy lines of triumph energy
that lie within my skin.
I raise this knife, this wand, with blade
so thin…
I lie Upon a circled, polished table
AND LEAP UP
to be myself again!!!!!!OH POTENCY!
To be my self-soiled soul,SPIRIT AGAIN,AND NOTHING MORE!I AM MY ABSTRACT ALCHEMIST OF FLESH
made real!
I AM MY ABSTRACT ALCHEMIST OF FLESH
made real!
I AM MY ABSTRACT ALCHEMIST OF FLESH
made real!
And nothing more!
NO LESS THAN STAR-
a chamber and a vacuole.
Without sense! A Thing! I feel!
I am not gold nor steel!
I am not metal, sulfur, nor the flow of Mercury!!!!
I am not the berry crumbling in my cheek
with rasping seeds that speak
of summer sun, or salmon in the creek
that stretch themselves, writhing
on the pebbled beach to catch the gasp of twilight
IN THE CAVERN OF THEIR MIGHT
and feel the sunbeam crash the slime
AND CATCH THE GLINT.
I’M SHEERLY ARM AND LEG
that bounces from the slashing beam
of heat
AND NOTHING MORE!!!!!!
!OH MUSE!
!OH ME!
THIS IS THE CUPID’S FACE with Eros grin;
these are the cheeks that make the mask
so thin.
These eyes are holes within the sight of what’s within.
I laugh, I weep, I break the task
that roils and flashes in the flask
like a sinking sailing ship
or statue in the lighted night
ABOUT ME!!!
THIS IS MY MEAT!
A flaming fur of skin!
My chin’s an axe,
a snapping whip,
a gentle thing
like moths and wax
that glimmer in the white
about my light!
NECK IS A COLUMN OF MY MEAT.
I gleam at thee
—a shambling, hulking bulk that will not skulk
in cowardice or terror
in the fingers, feathers, leaves, or steel.
I AM MY ABSTRACT ALCHEMIST OF FLESH
MADE REAL!
I AM THE SILHOUETTE THAT MOVES IN BLACK,
a profile making the attack
on space and growing to be the meat
that moves within…
BUT I AM OUT, WITHIN THE VALE WHERE SOULS
are made.
My brain is struck again
by eyes that window on the world
that leads into the stars, and nebulae, and swirls
that sink into the matter’s heart.
AND I AM LIGHT!!!!
I AM A CAVE
I
ACT
WITHIN!!!!
I AM THE CENSOR WHERE THE SMOKE OF PERFUME
MAKES MY DREAMS.
I am the melody that screams
for silence on the boom
that guides the prow.
I am the tracery of wind that blows
the sail
and also creatures sleeping on the veldt.
I SEE ALL THINGS ARE MEN!
THE TORTURERS THAT BURN THE BABES
ARE NEITHER BLACK NOR WHITE
but Men!
They will put on their rainbow robes again!
The horrors in the night are real!
I AM A ROSE!!!!
ALL SPACE WILL TWIST ITSELF TO SHAPES OF MEAT
and I am FREE!
IMAGINATION GIVES ME WHAT I AM!!!!
A woman’s picture burns itself within my head
—I raise my skirts
of velvet, silk, or lace, or lead.
There are no hurts
EXCEPT THE PAINS MADE REAL!
They act in trillionic clouds of stars
to create themselves among the bodies
of their slain.
They are naked injured dragons in their planes
and concrete rooms with movies on the walls
forgetting they are mammal men!
THE PITS BENEATH MY EYES
ARE HOLLOWS IN
THE NIGHT WHERE SERAPHS DWELL.
The things I brutalize are less
than Hell.
I torture flesh and I caress the zones
where youth still swells.
BUT SEE THESE MAMMAL MEN
and listen to their knell
that counterpoints upon a billion screens
(and echoes each vibration
each sensation
in ecstasies of twisted hands). Scenes
line behind each other past
infinity. OH,
BLESS
their aches and pains and kill them well!!!!!!!
Let them return and never spurn
the elves and worms they walk upon.
STOP THE ONES WHO KILL WITHOUT THEIR
PRIDE’S COMMAND!
I see ALL THINGS are men!
THE LION AND THE LIONESS THAT
SLEEP UPON THE VELDT
am I.
The brocade curtains on my sight
draw back and watch the fly
that moves upon the ochre grass.
—I hear him speak.
No manly being is too weak
to be a mass
the size of nebulae.
The cliffs are profiles quick
to move.
Leviathonic shapes
which laughter quakes
are tiny grapes
beneath my microscope.
THE SKY IS FLOOR I SLEEP UPON.
God and Goddess knock upon my door.
THE GOD IS HERE
in drunken revel
hanging in the air!
!OH NO!
The bat and vision circle round
the fingertip
I touch to lip
—or anywhere—in my lair.
OH DO NOT KILL!
BLESS
those who love you still
OR QUICK.
The MASS of things are sick
when seen with rotten eyes;
THE STIES
of Paradiso are filled with Cherubim.
The moon shines on blackness
far beneath
and speeds with me.
I am a MAN!
I am a tree!
The Moon above holds
out its hands
in radiant beams.
I live and fight in streams
of blasting Joy and Hate.
Bless the God who worships me!
THE JUNCTURE IS THE PAST MADE REAL !
THE HEART’S A NET
to search within with chromium stylet.
!!!!! OH NO!!!!!
OH NO!!! OH NO!!!
The Blackness is a bet
that’s made between the gods and demonkind.
The absence of all things is merely spirit
set within a hole in nowhere
beckoning me. There is no fear
of where to be.
Silhouettes of angels move within my meaty palm.
THERE IS NO WET
nor dry
except in places where
I touch upon.
THIS IS THE NIGHT TURNED SNOWY DAY
with crystals on the lip and tip
of tongue
and we are dreamers pressed against a window pane.
!!!OH NO—OH YES!!!
HAIL thee who play.
!HAIL THEE WHO PLAY!
“If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it’s to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.”
~ Jim Morrison (1943-1971)
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millimusings wrote on Jun 10, ’08
Well if nothing else he sure wass a sexy poet…Actually the Doors lyrics are amazing and light your fire goes down so well with my fire theme this week. Interesting post and here is mine Poetry Wednesday: Fire Oh one more thing I found this to be comforting…and interesting. “One of the pieces I enjoy performing most now is a series of haiku from my last book, `Rain Mirror,’ ” McClure says. “Instead of the words being painted with sumi ink on silk, they’re being painted with the voice on a continuous sheaf of music flowing in the air above Ray’s piano. Like what Kerouac was doing with David Amram in jazz clubs in the ’50s, marrying poetry to music.”
Manzarek says. “Poetry is a very dynamic and very exciting art form. It actually touches the soul. Hopefully Michael and I can help young people come to this realization.” |
Interesting about the beats, and the influence they had. I’m not sure I prefer McLure’s direction to that of Cohen, maybe because Cohen is more deceptively simple. I do remember some of the beats reciting in “The Last Waltz”, and how those readings fitted seamlessly with the music.
Here is me!! http://brian51.multiply.com/journal/item/153/Songbird |
starfishred wrote on Jun 10, ’08
love it great poetry song et all
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sanssouciblogs wrote on Jun 10, ’08
I like the music rendition and recitation–enjoyed it more than reading it; Morrison was probably on peyote when he wrote this! Interesting about the beat generation, which preceded many great songsters–they probably were deeply influenced. |
lauritasita wrote on Jun 10, ’08
Jim Morrison did not actually write Light My Fire. It was Robby Krieger. Anyway, I thought this was a very interesting and exciting style to bring to Poetry Wednesday this week.
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bostonsdandd wrote on Jun 10, ’08
Very interesting. I didn’t find the Doors until after he died, I think. I love their music. Thanks for bringing this tribute to our attention. Wonderful as usual :oD!
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lauritasita wrote on Jun 10, ’08
Thanks Lori ! Jim Morrison also wrote at least two volumns of poetry.
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jayaramanms wrote on Jun 10, ’08
Awesome. Great poetry, beautiful video clip, wonderful writeup and excellent presentation. All makes your entry for Poetry Wednesday simply GREAT. Thank you for sharing. Mine is at – http://jayaramanms.multiply.com/journal/item/196 .
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lauritasita wrote on Jun 10, ’08
Thanks for your visit, Jay. I’ll be over to see your post.
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lauritasita wrote on Jun 11, ’08, edited on Jun 11, ’08
Hi kwika, thanks for your comment. Actually, the hardest part of compiling this post was getting the words to the poem in the video. THAT TOOK DAYS. I finally found one site on the web. I was trying to locate the book in my local library, but I’m not sure if they found one yet. Sometimes the fastest way is just by listening to the video and typing the words into the post as I think I hear them, which is not always accurate, but I only do that if the poetry book is out of print.
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sweetpotatoqueen wrote on Jun 11, ’08
Wow..the piano is divine. I am absolutely convinced that music is just poetry set to musical notes…the Doors music certainly proves this. Great post!
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lauritasita wrote on Jun 11, ’08
Correct. Their music basically consisted of Jim Morrison’s poetry set to the musical improvisations of The Doors’, which was sometimes blues or rock.
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philsgal7759 wrote on Jun 11, ’08
Another brilliant artist with a tragic life.
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lauritasita wrote on Jun 11, ’08
Hi Narice, thanks for your comment. Yes Jim Morrison was a brilliant artist. Even though he died tragically, you can truly say he lived for his art.
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danceinsilence wrote on Jun 12, ’08, edited on Jun 12, ’08
You always manage each week to bring something to the table that begins so simple, yet digs inside at the heart of the poetry. This post was exceptional on all counts. I applaud your tenacity and time in bringing this, as well as others to us.
Thanks for dropping by and commenting, as always, greatly appreciated …,thanks 8=) http://danceinsilence.multiply.com/journal/item/365/Poetry_Wednesday_In_Days_Gone_By |
lauritasita wrote on Jun 12, ’08
Thanks Bill. It’s always a pleasure to hear from you ! Some of these posts I do are not always easy to do because there is research involved, but I’m glad you appreciate them. Thanks so much for stopping by.
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lauritasita wrote on Jun 12, ’08
Hi zafreud, thanks for coming by. Take as much time as you need to absorb all this, LOL! I know it’s a lot.
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