Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Track #3--Celebrity

"Cause when you’re a celebrity
It’s adios reality
You can act just like a fool
And people think you’re cool
Just cause your on T.V.
I can throw a major fit
When my latte isn't just how I like it
They say I've gone insane
I'll blame it on the fame
And the pressures that go with....
Being a Celebrity"
-Brad Paisley

Like many creative writers, I tend to find inspiration during times of anger and sadness. When things are going pretty well, I don't really feel the divine muse shining down on me, sprinkling magic writing dust on me.

See what I mean. . .puke.

Sylvia Plath, one of my favorite demented poets of all time, found her voice through abuse and depression. Pablo Neruda wrote sonnets of passionate love, gained and lost.

I don't wish for Sylvia's tragedy, and although I am content with my love life, I haven't told my husband lately, "[T]hanks to your love the tight aroma that arose from the earth lives dimly in my body" (Neruda). (Although he has told me, "I like it when you're quiet" while he is watching the Nightly News.)

Today was a rather crappy day, but I was reminded by an old friend that many people have it crappier than I do. Now, I think she was referring to victims of genocide in the Middle East and oil spill victims, but I would hate to find good in such horrible situations. There are, however, people that I will be happy to exploit for creativity's sake.

Case(s) in point:

Charlie Sheen
Joran Van Der Sloot and every woman he has come in contact with
Heidi Montag and Spencer Pratt
Lindsay Lohan

Yes, some of those really do have it tough through no fault of their own, and others, well, they are getting what's been coming to them for year. Poor Charlie Sheen can't even smoke in Aspen prison. What is this world coming to?

Thank God for idiots like Heidi Montag and Spencer Pratt. I can draw from the misery and pain over the separation of their made in reality hell marriage, and make a semi-amusing blog out of it. Heck, I might even write a poem or two about celebrity anguish.

"A Haiku For Lohan"

SCRAM! Was that a light?
Booze, parties, call it a night
Better call Doc Drew

Maybe I could try finding inspiration from the happy things in my life. Eventually, I think I might fry my brain reading about celebidiots.

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