A great way to get started with Jim's poetry and Doors history.
AUTHOR: Chris M Balz enjoys gardening, farming, philosophy, computers, physical culture, and helping people who have ideas that will advance human consciousness in its historical trajectory.
His favorite movies include, in approximate order: "Apocalypse Now", all the Peter Jackson movies based on J.R.R. Tolkien's books (in spite of deviations from the books), "Blade Runner", and "Blade Runner: 2049".
His favorite things include algorithms and data structures, and animal companions.
His favorite computer games include "Shadow of Mordor" and "Battlefield I".
EDITOR: Glenn E. Smith is a musician currently residing in western Massachusetts. He plays music for dance jams, performances, festivals, and song circles, as well as leading his own improvisational vocal gathering called Vocal Voyagers. More info at www.soundseeds.com.
ASSOCIATE EDITOR: Jay Scrivner. My first memory of The Doors was in eighth grade. Walking home from school, my friend and I sang at the top our lungs Light My Fire. I don't know how we knew the words, but I can still feel the wild energy we experienced by singing. It was 1985. A year later I would meet Chris during high school. It was only after he graduated from college that I learned of his interest in The Doors. Over the years we've stayed in touch, so it was a real pleasure to work on this project. I didn't know much about the band other than its omnipresent music and a few references in the lyrics to the poetry of William Blake. It's amazing to be challenged by new perspectives and figuring out how to triangulate the new in relation to my education and to my work, which is the main reason I enjoyed the work.
By the time of her death on 11, February 1963, Sylvia Plath had written a large bulk of poetry. To my knowledge, she never scrapped any of her poetic efforts. With one or two exceptions, she brought every piece she worked on to some final form acceptable to her, rejecting at most the odd verse, or a false head or a false tail. Her attitude to her verse was artisan-like: if she couldn’t get a table out of the material, she was quite happy to get a chair, or even a toy. The end product for her was not so much a successful poem, as something that had temporarily exhausted her ingenuity. So this book contains not merely what verse she saved, but—after 1956—all she wrote.—Ted Hughes, from the Introduction