I have an aversion to celebrity, faux celebrity, wannabe celebrity, blah blah, brainsplatting blah celebrity. It all disgusts me. Worse yet, it baffles me those who get some form of celebrity via Reality Show "fame." People who aspire to that type of thing, not even faking a talent of some sort, they really repulse me.
Because whenever I see a snippet of a Reality Show via a commercial, on the rare occasions I am in front of a TV, I cringe to think these whining bipeds have anything to do with the human race I believe I am a part of. Especially when most Reality Show set-ups highlight the lowest characteristics of being human. Greed and deceipt and the finagling ways of the bottom-feeders dragging knuckles and integrity through the muck they call life. Anyway, side-tracking but, yeah, celebrity and those who obsess over them, I don't get it. Why, when I log online, am I inundated with such World Shaking News Events as, well, how about from today: Rhianna's New Tattoo, Justin Bieber's Fashion Flubs, Joan Rivers Without Makeup (!!!), and Snooki...this or that? Okay, no Snooki today, one of the rare occasions, along with no Kardashian nonsense, but I hate that my brain space even acknowledges knowing a wee bit about these...these...[don't do it, John Claude. Don't stoop to their gold-lined gutter sub-level] [yes, I understand how the tail end of that statement might, just might be construed as stooping, but I'm standing up now and no, I won't go there anymore]...
Do you actually care? I mean...really? Why? And what the F**k is a Snooki? (I found out, actually, and utilized the info in...oh, wait, don't let me get ahead of myself.)
But...it does inspire some of my poetry. My head-shaking observations of the human race as it skids into a ditch brings out some vitriolic verses or slingshot stanzas or simply Words of Truth!!! [horns blaring, bows taken, thank you, thank you...]
My poetry deals with many things, from the dark places I enjoy exploring, to love, erotica, sex and World View observations, be it politics or the misuse of technology or the misuse of Mother Nature...or the mind-numbing shenanigans of celebrities I don't give a flying squirrel about.
Of which, a lot of the latter disgust--ah, there's that word again--hooks into the misuse of money that comes with the celebrity lifestyle, but that's for another time, another poem, but right now, here's an example of my poetry and, yes, I use the word loosely, that relates to this mindset.
Just an excuse to spew and have fun while doing it, hehe...
The poem is called, "Psychologically Corrosive Elements in Mass Media, Adopted by Angelina Jolie, Sponsored by Budweiser, Disney, Oprah and The Food Channel, Circa 2011." Yes, really. It was published in the ever cool Zouch magazine last year. The editor made a comment of sensing a Ginsberg vibe in my poetry, probably because of this one; too kind, but made me smile. And the quote by Snooki at the end, yes, Snooki, for all the Snooki fans reading this blog, is real. Another reason for me to shake my head.
So, there ya go! I hope you enjoyed that. And, amusingly, I would change the Paris reference now, as she's slipped from the public eye and probably have Kim (Kardashian) or someone more current filling that who-the-hell-is-that-and-why-am-I-being-inundated-with him/her slot, as well as would change a few other things, too. For example, referencing Angelina Jolie is not done with spite, she just went through a stage where she seemed to be adopting a kid a week, which of course was not a kid a week, just a few over a few years; that's actually a commendable deal. She just fit into the title nicely. [waves at Angelina]
Haha, pathetic me, knowing too much about all this ridiculous stuff!
Next time...we'll see. There's two interviews and two short fiction publications slated for publication soon, the book, yes, The Book, to promote--The Dark is Light Enough for Me, available via B&N, OmniLit, Amazon UK, Germany, France, and the US, which also includes, oh my! The Print Version!!!--as well as whatever else pops up between now and...then.
See ya soon!
Here's a photo of Angelina Jolie putting me in my place: "That's right, Smith. You better not be messing with me." And then, pausing for the tag line, the one in all the commercials: "Adopt This!" Before nailing me in the forehead...