Have you seen the poetry of Jim Morrison?
It's the sort of sprawling, uneven, grandiloquent stuff you'd expect.
I did this before, and I'm doing it again: I copy a stretch of Morrison's writing from the site referenced above. When I paste it into a Word document, for whatever reason it removes all of the line breaks. I use this to my advantage by re-breaking the lines--again, I caution, without reading too much of what I'm working with.
This time around I used the three-inch marker on the Word page as a guide for line breaks. Here's the chunk of Lizard King:
Forest strong sandals
burnt geometry
fingers
around a fire
reading history in
blackened
books, charcoal silence
in
moot splendor
Flame-tree
Sire, we met
in Eden
The troubled time
we had
rustling
in the night leaves
a sniper aimed at our
window
a kitten mewing in the blasted
strong air
I must go see
-You've found
your Voice,
friend, after all else
I recognize
fast the
Strong sure tones of
a poet
was
it a question
Search or of strangling?
I wonder
We never talked
But welcome
here
to the camp fire
Share our meal
w/ us
& tell us of your life
& the hanging
Now my task is to 'respond" to each line, thereby getting a bunch of raw, probably imagistic text from which I can make something like a poem. More on that later.
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