Cinema returns us to anima, religion of matter, which gives each thing its special divinity and sees gods in all things and beings. Cinema, heir of alchemy, last of an erotic science.
Jim MorrisonThere may be a time when we'll attend Weather Theaters to recall the sensation of rain.
Jim Morrison...most of the press were vultures descending on the scene for curious America aplomb. Cameras inside the coffin interviewing worms.
Jim MorrisonTell them you came, and saw, and looked into my eyes and saw the shadow of the guard receding. Thoughts in time and out of season, the hitchinker stood by the side of the road and levelled his thumb in the calm calculus of reason. [...] Why does my mind circle around you? Why do planets wonder what it would be like to be you? All your soft wild promises were words, birds, endlessly in flight.
Jim Morrison