As a writer, try to imagine, after your death, someone in your family who’s not a writer going through all your work, past and present, drafts, false starts, deleted files, scribblings– all of it– and publishing whatever they thought best represented you. Scary, isn’t it?
Pardoned at last
Jim Morrison is in the news again. Governor Charlie Crist submitted his name to Florida’s clemency board as a candidate to be pardoned for two convictions Morrison received after the disruptive Miami concert in 1969, where he allegedly flashed the audience. Forty years after he was found guilty of exposing himself to a Florida audience, the late Doors lead singer Jim Morrison was pardoned by the state’s Board of Executive Clemency. Morrison’s pardon for two misdemeanors, indecent exposure and open profanity, was granted on Dec. 9, 2010.
What lit my fire was reading some of the reader comments on Jones’ blog. It seems that many of the people who are compelled to comment did so out of vehemence. One such person writes: And his [Morrison’s] poetry was shit – the kind of thing a angst-ridden teenager would write. Someone else writes: But I wonder if anyone who upholds him as a great poet has actually read any of his poetry? Sub sixth form pretentious cr*p.
The real problem with Morrison’s poetry
No one has read the best of Morrison’s poetry. Both books, “Wilderness” and “American Night,” were published posthumously, which means after he died. His girlfriend Pamela’s parents, the Coursons, his friend Frank Lisciandro and The Doors’ secretary, Kathy Lisciandro, sorted through sixteen-hundred pages of work gathered from his notebooks, diaries, and scraps of paper.
They decided which poem to use, and which draft of each of those poems, to use. Not Morrison.
Consider that one of his poems had 50 different versions. If it had been up to him, he might have sifted through those sixteen-hundred pages and found just five poems he thought were actually worth publishing. He had no voice, no choice, in this. These books may not have been what he wanted published. So, who can rightly criticize?
The only collection of Morrison’s that was published when he was alive is “The Lords and the New Creatures,” which was a small run of 100 copies, published in 1969. It’s a first book- not the best, perhaps, but intense. I think his later poetry, even though it may not be a true representation of his work, is better.
Lamentation, not pretention
His later poetry is self-effacing, not pretentious. It’s lyrical. Evocative. Painfully honest. There are sad poems of longing for “the child’s version of a Christmas dream with no waking,” and rituals to give life form as we move to adulthood, as if he felt adrift growing up. There is wry humor, such as a line about a call girl: “She left a note on the bedroom door: if I’m out/ bring me to.” He admits to fears of plane death while on the road, hates being alone in a motel room while listening to “idiot laughter” and an “army of vacuum cleaners.” He laments that he pissed time away and was left with a mind like a fuzzy hammer.
All these monstrous words forsaken, falling by all hell, loose walls, forgotten tumbling down into night/ fast friends fellow of the one true cross earthly lovers crash sweet sorrow blackness on the spilled roadside down, into fire silence, cry.
The End
Untrampled footsteps Borderline dreams Occasion for sinners alive if it seems given to wander alone at the shore wanton to whisper I am no more Am as my heart beats live as I can wanton to whisper faraway sands.
Thank you for visiting! Linda K. Sienkiewicz writes fiction, poetry and essays. Her second novel,Love and Other Incurable Ailments, is coming October 27, 2026 from Regal House Publishing: When an anxious overthinker finds discarded love letters, her fixation on a stranger pulls her straight into chaos, heartbreak, and the unraveling of her carefully constructed life. Sign up for Linda’snewsletterNotes on Life.
