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The New Creatures

by Bill Boethius & Dali's Car

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Snakeskin 04:40
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Snakeskin I Snakeskin jacket Indian eyes Brilliant hair He moves in disturbed Nile insect Air II You parade thru the soft summer We watch your eager rifle decay Your wilderness Your teeming emptiness Pale forest on verge of light decline. More of your miracles More of your magic arms III Bitter grazing in sick pastures Animal sadness & the daybed Whipping. Iron curtains pried open. The elaborate sun implies dust, knives, voices. Call out of the Wilderness Call out of fever, receiving the wet dreams of an Aztec King. IV The banks are high & overgrown rich w / warm green danger. Unlock the canals. Punish our sister’s sweet playmate distress. Do you want us that way w / the rest? Do you adore us? When you return will you still want to play w / us? V Fall down. Strange gods arrive in fast enemy poses. Their shirts are soft marrying cloth and hair together. All along their arms ornaments conceal veins bluer than blood pretending welcome. Soft lizard eyes connect. Their soft drained insect cries erect new fear, where fears reign. The New Creatures. To Pamela Susan 26 March 2023 10:01 The rustling of sex against their skin. The wind withdraws all sound. Stamp your witness on the punished ground. VI Wounds, stags, & arrows Hooded flashing legs plunge near the tranquil women. Startling obedience from the pool people. Astonishing caves to plunder. Loose, nerveless ballets of looting. Boys are running. Girls are screaming, falling. The air is thick w / smoke. Dead crackling wires dance pools of sea blood. VII Lizard woman W / your insect eyes W / your wild surprise. Warm daughter of silence. Venom. Turn your back w / a slither of moaning wisdom. The unblinking blind eyes behind walls new histories rise and wake growling & whining the weird dawn of dreams. Dogs lie sleeping. The wolf howls. A creature lives out the war. A forest. A rustle of cut words, choking river. VIII The snake, the lizard, the insect eye the huntsman’s green obedience. Quick, in raw time, serving stealth & slumber, grinding warm forests into restless lumber. Now for the valley. Now for the syrup hair. Stabbing the eyes, widening skies behind the skull bone. Swift end of hunting. Hug round the swollen torn breast & red-stained throat. The hounds gloat. Take her home. Carry our sister’s body, back to the boat.
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A Pair of Wings 05:23
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A pair of Wings A pair of Wings Crash High winds of Karma Sirens Laughter & young voices in the mts. Saints the Negro, Africa Tattoo eyes like time Build temporary habitations, games & chambers, play there, hide. First man stood, shifting stance while germs of sight unfurl’d Flags in his skull and quickening, hair, nails, skin turned slowly, whirl’d, in the warm aquarium, warm wheel turning. Cave fish, eels, & gray salamanders turn in their night career of sleep. The idea of vision escapes the animal worm whose earth is an ocean, whose eye is its body. The theory is that birth is prompted by the child’s desire to leave the womb. But in the photograph an unborn horse’s neck strains inward w / legs scooped out. From this everything follows: Swallow milk at the breast until there’s no milk. Squeeze wealth at the rim until tile pools claim it. He swallows seed, his pride until w / pale mouth legs she sucks the root, dreading world to devour child. Doesn’t the ground swallow me when I die, or the sea if I die at sea?
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The City 11:00
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The City The City: Hive, Web, or severed insect mound. All citizens heirs of the same royal parent. The caged beast, the holy center, a garden in the midst of the city. “See Naples & die”. Jump ship. Rats, sailors & death. So many wild pigeons. Animals ripe w / new diseases. “There is only one disease and I am its catalyst”, cried doomed pride of the carrier. Fighting, dancing, gambling, bars, cinemas thrive in the avid summer. Savage destiny Naked girl, seen from behind, on a natural road Friends explore the labyrinth -- Movie young woman left on the desert A city gone mad w / fever Sisters of the unicorn, dance Sisters & brothers of Pyramid Dance Mangled hands Tales of the Old Days Discovery of the Sacred Pool changes Mute-handed stillness baby cry The wild dog The sacred beast Find her! He goes to see the girl of the ghetto. Dark savage streets. A hut, lighted by candle. She is magician Female prophet Sorceress Dressed in the past All arrayed. The stars The moon She reads the future in your hand. The walls are garish red The stairs High discordant screaming She has the tokens. “You too” “Don’t go” He flees. Music renews. The mating-pit. “Salvation” Tempted to leap in circle. Negroes riot. Fear the Lords who are secret among us. The Lords are w / in us. Born of sloth & cowardice. He spoke to me. He frightened Me w / laughter. He took my hand, & led me past Silence into cool whispered Bells. A file of young people going thru a small woods. They are filming something in the street, in front of our house. Walking to the riot Spreads to the houses the lawns suddenly alive now w / people running I don’t dig what they did to that girl Mercy pack Wild song they sing As they chop her hands Nailed to a ghost Tree I saw a lynching Met the strange men of the southern swamp Cypress was their talk Fish-call & bird-song Roots & signs out of all knowing They chanced to be there Guides, to the white gods. An armed camp. Army army burning itself in feasts. Jackal, we sniff after the survivors of caravans. We reap bloody crops on war fields. No meat of any corpse deprives our lean bellies. Hunger drives us on scented winds. Stranger, traveler, peer into our eyes & translate the horrible barking of ancient dogs. Camel caravans bear witness guns to Caesar. Hordes crawl & seep inside the walls. The streets flow stone. Life goes on absorbing war. Violence kills the temple of no sex. Terrible shouts start the journey -- if they had migrated sooner -- a high wailing keening piercing animal lament from a woman high atop a Mt. Tower -- Thin wire fence in the mind dividing the heart Surreptitiously They smile Inviting -- Smiling Choktai leave! evil Leave! No come here Leave her! A creature is nursing its child soft arms around the head & neck a mouth to connect leave this child alone This one is mine I’m taking her home Back to the rain The assassin’s bullet Marries the King Dissembling miles of air To kiss the crown. The Prince rambles in blood. Ode to the neck That was groomed For rape’s gown. Cancer city Urban fall Summer sadness The highways of the old town Ghosts in cars Electric shadows Ensenada the dead seal the dog crucifix ghosts of the dead car sun. Stop the car. Rain. Night. Feel. Sea-bird sea-moan Earthquake murmuring Fast-burning incense Clamoring surging Serpentine road To the Chinese caves Home of the winds The gods of mourning The city sleeps & the unhappy children roam w / animal gangs. They seem to speak to their friends the dogs who teach them trails. Who can catch them? Who can make them come inside? The tent girl at midnight stole to the well & met her lover there They talked a while & laughed & then he left She put an orange pillow on her breast In the morning Chief w / drew his troops & planned a map The horsemen rose on up The women fixed the ropes on tight The tents are folded now We march toward the sea. Catalog of horrors Descriptions of Natural disaster Lists of miracles in the divine corridor Catalog of fish in the divine canal Catalog of objects in the room List of things in the sacred river
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The soft parade 09:12
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The soft parade I The soft parade has now begun on Sunset. Cars come thundering down the canyon. Now is the time & the place. The cars come rumbling. “You got a cool machine”. These engine beasts muttering their soft talk. A delight at night to hear their quiet voices again after 2 years. Now the soft parade has soon begun. Cool pools from a tired land sink now in the peace of evening. Clouds weaken & die. The sun, an orange skull, whispers quietly, becomes an island, & is gone. There they are watching us everything will be dark. The light changed. We were aware knee-deep in the fluttering air as the ships move on trains in their wake. Trench mouth again in the camps. Gonorrhea Tell the girl to go home We need a witness to the killing. II The artists of Hell set up easels in parks the terrible landscape, where citizens find anxious pleasure preyed upon by savage bands of youths. I can’t believe this is happening I can’t believe all these people are sniffing each other & backing away teeth grinning hair raised, growling, here in the slaughtered wind. I am ghost killer. witnessing to all my blessed sanction This is it no more fun the death of all joy has come. Do you dare deny my potency my kindness or forgiveness? Just try you will fry like the rest in holiness And not for a penny will I spare any time for you Ghost children down there in the frightening world You are alone & have no need of other you & the child mother who bore you who weaned you who made you man III Photo-booth killer fragile bandit straight from ambush Kill me! Kill the child who made Thee. Kill the thought-provoking senator of lust who brought you to this state. Kill hate disease warfare Sadness Kill badness Kill madness Kill photo mother murder tree Kill me. Kill yourself Kill the little blind elf. The beautiful monster vomits a stream of watches clocks jewels knives silver coins & copper blood The well of time & trouble whiskey bottles perfume razor blades beads liquid insects hammers & thin nails the feet of birds eagle feathers & claws machine parts chrome teeth hair shards of pottery & skulls the ruins of our time the debris by a lake the gleaming beer cans & rust & sable menstrual fur Dance naked on broken bones feet bleed & stain glass cuts cover your mind & the dry end of vacuum boat while the people drop lines in still pools & pull ancient trout from the deep home. Scales crusted & gleaming green A knife was stolen. A valuable hunting knife By some strange boys from the other camp across the Lake I Are these our friends racing & shuddering thru the calm vales of parliament My son will not die in the war He will return numbed peasant voice of Orient Fisherman Last time you said this was the only way voice of tender young girl Running & speaking infected green Jungles consult the oracle bitter creek crawl they exist on rainwater monkey-love mantra mate maker of brandy The poison isles The poison Take this thin granule of evil snakeroot from the southern Shore way out miracle will find thee The chopper blazed over inward click & sure blasted matter, made the time bombs free of leprous lands spotted w / hunger & clinging to law Please show us your ragged head & silted smiling eyes calm in fire a silky flowered shirt edging the eyes, alive spidery, distant dial lies come, calm one into the life-try already wifelike latent, leathery, loose lawless, large & languid She was a kingdom-cry legion of lewd marching mind-men Where are your manners out there on the sunlit desert boundless galaxies of dust cactus spines, beads bleach stones, bottles & rust cars, stored for shaping The new man, time-soldier picked his way narrowly thru the crowded ruins of once grave city, gone comic now w / rats & insects of refuge He lives in cars goes fruitless thru the frozen schools & finds no space in shades of obedience the monitors are silenced the great graveled guard-towers sicken on the westward beach so tired of watching if only one horse were left to ride thru the waste a dog at his side to sniff meat-maids chained on the public poles there is no more argument in beds, at night blackness is burned Stare into the parlors of town where a woman dances in her European gown to the great waltzes this could be fun to rule a wasteland II Cherry palms Terrible shores & more & many more This we know that all are free in the school-made text of the unforgiven deceit smiles incredible hardships are suffered by those barely able to endure but all will pass lie down in green grass & smile, & muse, & gaze upon her smooth resemblance to the mating-Queen who it seems is in love w / the horseman now, isn’t that fragrant Sir, isn’t that knowing W / a wayward careless backward glance

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The New Creatures
[April 1969 - Western Lithograph (private ltd ed)]

In April of 1969, after the encouragement of poet Michael McClure, Jim Morrison published his first poetry book The New Creatures, under his full name James Douglas Morrison.
Published in book format, it featured 42 poems, in a limited run of 100 copies, and distributed to friends, co-workers, and fans by Jim Morrison himself.

I have put the poem into four secions to allow word settings:

1. Snakeskin
2. A Pair of Wings
3. The City
4. The soft parade

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released April 29, 2023

The New Creatures - words by James Douglas Morrison
Sounds and music by Bill Boethius Osborn

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