Wednesday, July 08, 2020

You are a True Celebrity Here when You Recognize the Indwelling, Everlasting Wellspring of Existence and it Recognizes You.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

Nothing succeeds like success; that’s something we’ve heard and we get the impression that it must be true. Unless you live in a cave somewhere like the long-dead Bin Laden- who doesn’t actually live in a cave since he is, in fact, long gone; dead if you prefer that term... but let’s say you did live in a cave but weren’t dead, or gone like Bin Laden and didn’t have TV and/or internet then, you might not be on the receiving end of a relentless carpet-bombing of celebrity comings and goings. Otherwise, you’re aware of the glitter and fairy dust that rains down upon those in the limelight.

Celebrity is a curious thing. There are no fixed rules concerning the possession of it. It comes and goes. Like Lady Luck, it enters the casino on the arm of one man and goes out on the arm of another. There is no fidelity involved, just degrees of time. Once you’ve spent the evening with her, you could spend a much longer period looking for her again. If you do run across her she might do no more than blow you a kiss to keep your interest. She seems to like some people more than others but no matter how she might appear to like you for a period of time, it makes what she’s inevitably going to do to you at some point, all that much harder to bear. Ah, cruel world (grin).

Anyone can have celebrity. You can get it from wearing a too-short skirt while boarding an airline and wind up with an agent before you disembark. Then you wind up in the covered dish at the back of the icebox a few days later, wondering what happened. It seems like only a moment ago that you were talking with Geraldo. Now you can’t even appear at a supermarket opening unless you’re going after groceries.

You can get celebrity from being born with a whole pot full of money, even if you have no talent at all- which has been amply demonstrated by Paris Hilton, among others- and if you possess no shame or sense of self you can arrange for the release of a sex video and via the efforts of a first-class publicity firm and, once again, a whole lot of money, you can be a star in the eyes of troglodytes everywhere, as amply demonstrated by Kimchi Kardashian.

You can be born the son or daughter of a director, or an actor, or any influential person and move through the chutes of public awareness like a greased pig. You can actually possess some amount of talent, on rare occasions, but that’s incidental most of the time.

You can be pleasant to look upon in the eyes of some particular demographic but you’ve generally got a sell by date, which can be put off only so long and then the surgeons and cosmeticians turn you into a horror movie.

One thing about celebrity, sooner or later you wind up on Larry King, or lesser venues talking about the thrill of it all; the triumph and agony of bringing your special gift to the world. I watch people toiling in the trenches of celebrity; in newspapers and magazines, in the blog-sphere, in trendy clubs, I’ve passed through, at pricey watering holes and resorts, on television, street corners, and public parks. There are more levels to celebrity than there are in the most complex video games. There’s notoriety and fame and it’s difficult to tell the difference sometimes. There’s star-power and then there’s the more difficult art of becoming a legend.

When you’re celebrated it seems that everyone wants a piece of you. It must be some kind of a rush. You’re surrounded by friends and supporters on all sides until you screw up or run out of gas and then some cosmic Houdini turns the whole thing upside down in a twinkling. Then you’ve got to work like mad for redemption or some new angle. Screwing up as a celebrity is not like screwing up as an ordinary Joe. Even when you are not screwing up, you are followed by a cloud of flies and mosquitoes that make it seem like you live in a tropical murk at the very worst season of the year. It takes a special kind of person to endure it. You have to want it so bad that nothing and no one is more important than to be celebrated. Gangway!!!

Meanwhile, there are hundreds of thousands, perhaps millions of celebrities. All of them have their lights on. They are like the windows of an enormous apartment complex, or more definitively a department store. All of them are dancing in the window or on the shelves with the shades up. All of them imagine that the world is looking only at them. It’s fascinating. Robert Burns would be so pleased.

Sometimes I muse on the condition of famous authors and musicians; on accomplished artists of every stripe. I think about how there are thousands of famous authors and musicians... all the venues... and how everything that they’ve done was already done and often better done before they ever got here. I think about musicians, in front of large audiences, and how it must seem to some of them as if the whole world is watching. I think about the money and the sex and power; all the accouterments and trappings of the moth in the candle flame. Then I think about their lives apart from all the noise; if there even is such a place. I think about all of the demands made upon them and the difficulty they experience in dealing with all of the character defects that attend them- regardless of their status- as they negotiate the pressures and broken promises through which they pass.

Then I walk out of my door and stand in the meadow in front of my house and there’s nothing there but the wind in the trees and the birds chasing each other; the sun is shining down and there’s no one around. Sometimes the wind in the trees sounds very much like applause. The sun feels like a spotlight so does the moon. Sometimes if feels like all of creation is listening and watching through a one-way mirror. I can walk with my guitar and sing for the birds (who often join in) and clouds; let the wind carry my voice across the world and someone will hear it, in the same way, something said in Los Angeles today might be repeated in Cairo next week. I think about the way a stone thrown into a still lake will eventually ripple across the entirety of it.

Every master has a life of secret shame. No matter what sublime state they have arrived at, behind them is many a misadventure and ignominious failure. It always struck me how remarkably humble they are. Here are the true celebrities with real accomplishments and they are just so self-effacing, shy, and retiring. They must know something. Perhaps they are in the presence of something so much greater than themselves and they are constantly reminded of it so that there is no option besides humility and the most cautious and economical grace of movement; “wary as a man crossing an icy stream” as a great sage once said.

I cannot help but cringe when I see people with some one-trick pony thing that they have got going... what a roller coaster of uncertainty... cut to the Sunday morning panels of experts shouting each other down... preening at their introductions; seething at the competition for limited time and space... I wonder what difference there is between the monkeys and birds in the jungle trees and all the people talking on the radio and TV.

Now and then Nature takes it upon herself to set a laurel wreath on someone’s head. Sometimes she does it after they are gone. Sometimes one rose or another may be “born to blush unseen” ...better that than that more than your immediate company should know what a fool you are. Should that laurel arrive, I suspect the greatest art is in handling the affair; not in the further production of works.

If Nature, for reasons of her own, wants to point you out to the greater assemblage, then that’s probably the best kind of celebrity and... your golden opportunity not to behave like a celebrity, is probably the greatest joy and challenge you will have. There’s something satisfying about that. Otherwise... the sheer joy of doing what you do for the sheer joy of doing it should be payment enough. It stands to reason that in a universe as vast as this, that there are no doubt audiences unseen in far greater numbers than the population of this Earth. It’s a trick of the mind to realize what a grand stage awaits in every moment. I am always amused at the idea people have that no one is watching.

As I’ve occasionally said; 'just because you can’t see it doesn’t mean it isn’t there and just because you can doesn’t mean it is'. That would be especially true of celebrity. Help yourself to the pottage. Sucka! Ah... the Sisyphean tedium of a momentary catch of the sun's rays upon a leaf and then... comes Fall and you learn that today's dancing leaf is tomorrow's compost. Why did I use the image of a leaf? We are all leaves on the same tree and draw our sustenance and continuance therefrom. Be an evergreen, perhaps... and a needle instead of a leaf, though they fall too and make a soft carpet on the forest floor. It is the most critical understanding that life contains when one recognizes the indwelling, everlasting wellspring of existence and THEN IT ACKNOWLEDGES YOU. That is real fame and true celebrity, all else is an embarrassment, disappointment, and failure on its way to happening.

End Transmission.......

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Love To Push Those Buttons said...

Like!!!!!! 10 Nostril post!

Ray B. said...

Vis, an 'explanatory' column. Thanks!

My thought is that we are in a learning experience arena. Naïve souls arrive and jump-into various 'opportunities'. They learn the costs of those opportunities. Some lifetimes later, these costs are internalized into the soul, and the person can now weigh the pros and cons of becoming 'celebrated'...

There is also the gaining experience angle. People will jump-into different 'categories' of experience with great gusto, because the soul wants that category filled. You may have a great time; you may have a terrible time. But, it will somehow feel 'right' and appropriate. And since the impulse is coming from a soul level, the odds are that the result will be soul-catching and the 'author' may become famous.

The counter-phase of the above is that the soul will try to pull one out, once a category is adequately-filled with experience. Something else will become attractive (at a deep level). If one stays with the old-category for fame and celebrity, they soon Know that they are living a lie. This also becomes a Lesson...

Best Wishes,
Ray B.

Jody Paulson said...

"Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future." -- Oscar Wilde

I've thought a lot about the subject of misdirected attention over the years. I've been amazed by how many talentless hacks have seized the spotlight and how many truly great talents have been overlooked entirely. Here's an experiment involving Joshua Bell, one of the world's greatest violinists, ignored at a subway station:

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Thomas said...

A really fine post, Visible. I like the song, too.

Hereticdrummer said...

A truly exceptional posting, VIS. The pop star Prince said that fame is just something that is loaned to you. At some point it will be taken back. One of the greatest trial Lawyers that this country has ever produced, Gerry Spence, would muse on the incredibly rich people he sometimes dealt with in the course of his legal career. He said this one guy had so much money he could have paid for the college education of every child in Spence's home state of Wyoming without breaking a sweat. Yet he was a dull, boring oaf. Spence got much more interesting and titillating conversation from the lady who cleaned his office. Spence was totally disgusted by the rich people's infatuation with celebrities, who he considered to be as vapid and uninteresting as the rich who worshiped them. As per your astute observation, the ancient Druids paid homage to, "That which watches." There is a difference between the chatter of monkeys and birds and that of radio and TV commentators. The monkeys and birds are much more worth listening to.

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