On this day in 1971, Jame Douglas Morrison died at his apartment in France. Morrison wrote the following in his poetry notebook:

“I’m Me!
Can you dig it.
My meat is real.
My hands–how they move
balanced like lithe demons
My hair–so twined and writhing
The skin of my face–pinch the cheeks
My flaming sword tongue
spraying verbal fire-flys
I’m real.
I’m human
But I’m not an ordinary man
No No No”

This blog is a tribute to those human beings (artists, musicians, poets, etc) that are still attempting, maybe some succeeding, to push the envelope of existence.