Perceiving the Doors

In the sixties songs developed a profundity which was quite unlike anything known in modern popular music. The words were in some case not only graphic but also poetic. Bob Dylan was an earlier example, choosing part of his stage name from Dylan Thomas, and occasionally there was good poetry in rock songs.  Continue reading

The Doors of Perception.

It is easy to misunderstand poets. It is easy to hang on a few words of a poem and misuse them. Huxley used the phrase “doors of perception” which Jim Morrison shortened further to “the Doors”. In fact the originator of the phrase was William Blake who wrote in the Marriage of Heaven and Hell Continue reading

The Doors Die

Today the BBC Radio 4 news announced the death of Ray Manzarek, the keyboard player of the Doors. When his more famous group member died in Paris in 1971 I cannot remember any BBC news programme mentioning the fact, but times change and art changes with them. Continue reading

Summer has almost gone

It is late August and this is usually a quiet time for people in Europe. This is the season for holidays, including public holidays. Most politicians are on holiday and those left behind to mind the shop are enjoying a quiet life. The newspapers seem weary and even the radio and television journalists have lost their bite.

Most years late summer is a time for regrouping, unwinding and preparing for the times to come. Some years – 1914 and 1939 in particular- late summer was a time when there was no peace or relaxation, but a time for frenzied activity as a precursor to war.

The environment has been largely ignored in this time of economic crisis. It is as though the people of the world had decided that they must regroup, get wealthy, increase economic activity so that they can spoil the environment more effectively, then they will start worrying about it. Perhaps this will happen when summer eventually ends. Summer may end with cooler weather in a a warmer climate.

The words of the poet run through my head:

Summer’s almost gone
Summer’s almost gone
Almost gone
Yeah, it’s almost gone
Where will we be
When the summer’s gone?

(James Douglas Morrison)