Greetings & welcome– Do you have strong, strange, pleasant, unpleasant or generally inappropriate feelings about any celebrated person? I want to hear all about it! Let me know your feelings/thoughts on celebrities, especially disgraced ones…and watch for our upcoming film, CELEBRITIES IN DISGRACE
thanxx– Elizabeth Searle
I have an embarrassing fascination/crush on Matt Damon. And I don’t even like blondes, generally. I like Italian types. At any rate, I have recurring dreams about Matt Damon…but the really embarrassing thing is, they aren’t sexual at all. He just takes me to restaurants and orders great food for me and then…he PAYS for it. We’ve eaten all over the country: pizza in New York, amazing fish n chips in Boston, and once he picked me up in his plane and we had Borsin cheese and really good wine. It’s a sad fantasy, I know, but absolutely true.
TANYA: Oh, I love these dreams– sad?! What is sad about Matt Damon, Borsin cheese and really good wine? Up in his plane to boot! This dream & your description of it makes me happy, Tanya… And why do you think you only Go for Blondes in your dreams? I wonder do these dreams end with the eating? I am the only person in the USA who once had a similarly vivid but non-sexual dream about (brace yourself) Michael Dukakis. We were sitting side by side on a bed fully clothed talking. I wish we’d had some food! This posting makes me crave MORE CELEBRITY DREAMS–
XXX to Tanya for opening the dream-door… Elizabeth
Some inappropriate Michael Jackson conspiracy theories:
(1) The Castrato Theory: So he could retain his childlike voice into adulthood, his father had him “altered”.
(2) The Clone Theory: After Thriller, he made unreasonable contractual demands. So he was secretly assassinated and replaced by a white guy, whose plastic surgery gradually WORE OFF.
WDYT?
WDIT?
Litotes, I like the way your twisted mind works! This theory #1 rings to me in a deeper-than-mere-factual-truth way–
The Castrato Theory would explain A LOT about MJ; that one I ‘buy.’ YES, the beautiful pure voice of that little boy we collectively killed…And I for one would believe Anything of Daddy Jackson…
The Clone Theory: hmm. Intriguing, but how could that ‘white guy’ dance like the real & once-beautiful teenage Michael? Perhaps the upcoming 50-year-old Michael dance tapes will tell a different tale– For now, I take conspiracy theory #1 and invite further MJ (RIP) theories/fantasms/deeper-than-true diatribes–
Elizabeth
When I had a brief fling (obsession) with Russell Crowe a few years ago, I felt as if was being disloyal to Jim Morrison, who’d been my fixation since I was a skinny sixteen year old in the seventies (by fixation, I mean collecting every book, biography, magazine, video and t-shirt, analyzing his lyrics and voice, and getting chills over hearing the sharp intake of his breath on a CD). In early Y2K, Crowe started misbehaving with Meg Ryan, getting in fist fights and flinging telephones. I feared he was going to burn out like Jim, too. So I wrote this poem to Jim to 1) assuage my cheating heart and 2) assure him that I still carried a torch for him, and 3) to express my concerns for Crowe.
DEAR JIM
Thirty years is a long time, Morrison—
my mantra, my shaman, my sweet
erotic nihilist. It’s too weird to think
you’d show up panting
at my back door, and I’m no longer
the lone, braless freak in a high
school full of fresh-faced cornhuskers,
no more the sweet sixteen leather-whip
whose kohl-lined, bloodshot eyes saw your face
in every Rorschach blot, who believed
she alone could light your fire.
Admit it, Jimbo, the closest I’d get
to you now is a zipless fuck with some
look-alike on your grave in Père Lachaise.
I’ve found a new bad boy—
dingo-barking-mad with your apocalyptic
intensity— ten thousand watts of it burning
night and day in my brain.
You think he likes older women? Okay,
so maybe he doesn’t, but look, Mojo, I’m sick
of microwaving Lean Cuisine, washing
my pantyhose in the bathroom sink
every night, waking up in the same bed.
He’ll be the Gladiator to defend my dreams,
someone to squeeze when my day stumbles
down the stairs into the basement.
Yes, you’re beautiful, you’ll always
be beautiful — isn’t that the tragedy
of The End? And maybe asking the Antichrist
to be an angel is a lot, but, I could use your help.
What I’m saying is: please look after him.
Don’t let him die in a bathtub in Paris or
anything. I got a big load of laundry to do.
-Linda K. Sienkiewicz
Published in Main Street Rag
http://lksienkiewicz.wordpress.com
OMG– i LOVE this poem! I am going to concoct a ‘post’ so I can post this poem up on the front of the page– I never knew it was about Russell too! THANXX so much for posting this and your Jim-obsession, Linda. Everyone should buy your poetry chapbook about Jim M.– remind me of the full title– Dear Jim– ?
More soon on this one– so glad to have Art on the Blog– Elizabeth
I am obsessed with celebrities like Anna Nicole and Brittany Spears. I think they are like the witches of the modern era. Society forces them to adopt this role and then hounds them almost unto death. The women are also a little bit like saints, enduring the rabble, the mortification of the flesh. I think society’s treatment of these women it sets up and then derides is sexist and full of dark emotion. I would like to see a really good novel about a woman like Anna Nicole, who, it seems, was murdered by her lover and/or her doctor. I would like to see such a woman turn the tables.
YES; I love what you are saying here about Britney/Anna Nicole and witchcraft; so true that: “I think they are like the witches of the modern era. Society forces them to adopt this role and then hounds them almost unto death. The women are also a little bit like saints, enduring the rabble, the mortification of the flesh.” Mortification of the flesh– yes, when Britney shaved her head, I wanted to write a mini-opera about that, Spears Shears; she said she was doing it so ‘no one will ever touch me again.’ And the murder of Anna Nicole: I love your idea of a novel on that one, especially if Anna Nicole (with witchy powers?) does turn the tables, perhaps from the grave. I am working right now on a novella or possibly novel based on Bristol Palin, daughter of Sarah– I use some witch imagery in connection with Sarah P., inspired by the YouTube video of Sarah P. in her wild church up at the alter with her preacher warning of ‘witches among us…’ And Britney when carried off on the stretcher certainly had a witchy intensity to her eyes… You are onto something here! Thanks for this very evocative comment/concept– Elizabeth
Great point about hounding the females to death.
I’d guess the equivalent for the male celebs would be Orpheus and the lyre, or some similar “sacred king”
Oops, tried to post an image, here is it again:
http://www.artcyclopedia.com/artists/detail/Detail_redon_odilon.html
Cool image & cool point, Litotes–
followers of Litotes should ‘see also’ his nomination
of David Carrdine as Disgraced Celeb of the summer
and his castration theory about Michael Jackson & father–
Yes, I’ve been haunted too by the post above from Maine Writer about witchcraft and Britney Spears and the ‘mortification of the flesh’; glad to add Orpheus to the mix too–
cheers to Maine Writer & Litotes– Elizabeth