A Sea Cruise for Broken Hearts.

 

When I write, I write what I feel, with an eye on art— that's it.

Bless the rich and the poor, jockeys, Greyhound bus drivers, the unglamorous, the glamorous, used car salesman, technocrats, jailbirds, reptiles, movie stars, and most importantly, the misunderstood.  

We need blessings, feel-good blessings from the heart. 

Holy Saadus are Rasta yogis with their heads in Samadhi burning off world karma.

The Saadhu are clean living dreadlocked charismatics, celibate ritual freaks who walk every corner of India naked except for loincloths and rainbows of ash.

The saga of Hustler publisher Larry Flynt is a real bitch, Flynt is in a wheelchair, shot in the spine by an Evangelic nut who figured shooting Larry would save the world from smut. 

Millions of people get off on legal-aged smut, billions are spent on porn. 

The movie The People Vs. Larry Flynt was too long, and Flynt's bit as the judge in the film was flat. Woody Harrelson and Courtney Love were galling to watch on screen like two positive ions colliding, both Yang.

Lenny Bruce, like Flynt, was obsessed with taxing white bread morality, blowing wades of cash on lawyers, bucking heads with district attorneys and judges, and spending half their lives in courtrooms, places most people want to avoid.

Dustin Hoffman played Lenny in Lenny. A film that cost a fraction of what The People Vs. Larry Flynt cost. Lenny, as a film, was the real thing, a knock-you-in-the-face black and white bromide fix.

In the seventies, at UC Berkeley, a wooden crate was placed somewhere on Hearst Square. One at a time people stood on the soapbox doing their best to orate. Some orators had followers, and some were booed off or forcibly removed.  

The younger Berkeley students mostly ignored the orators as they crisscrossed the square. 

During the eighties, MoMA, New York's modern art museum positioned a crate in the lobby, walling it off with velvet ropes—

a soapbox where Joseph Beuys could hold court, orating to museum-goers.

Beuys sought to inspire creativity in his listeners. He believed we all shared the capacity to shape our lives and the world around us, like an artist creating a work. 

We invent ourselves as we go along.

Alto sax GOAT, Art Pepper's recordings have mind-blowing sound because the masterpiece discs were upgraded by placing platinum reflection film on the surface to get higher quality sound. Remastered by people like feat, the invisible man. 

Another legendary artist, Marlene Dietrich, created her own lighting effects for close-up takes. She had a good teacher, director extraordinaire Herr Joseph Von Sternberg who used butterfly lighting to enhance her features.

Marlene Dietrich was a vamp, a Deutscher frau who played characters seductive and treacherous. She was highly sexed, but, appeared heartless to many, playing at love. The torch song, Falling in Love Again, was written for her, to this day it's her song 

Falling in love again

Never wanted to

What am I to do?

I can't help it

Love's always been my game

Play it how I may

I was made that way

I can't help it

Men cluster to me

Like moths around a flame ________> amazing lyric.

And if their wings burn                         

I know I'm not to blame

Falling in love again

Never wanted to

What am I to do?

I just can't help it

Frau Deitrich was a member of an elite group of entertainers who became bigger-than-life personas. Such as— Marlon Brando, James Dean, Marilyn Monroe, Bella Lugosi, Annie Nicole Smith, Madonna, and Orson Welles. All morte, except for Madonna, who's vegan and has plenty of orgasms.

A few minutes ago, sitting up in bed typing this, I stared at the fuzzy whiteness of my word processor for a few seconds, I was nowhere, spaced out, it was Brain Zap.

Maybe you've experienced it.

Brain Zap is electrical current passing through neural pathways that hiccups.

A blackout isn’t a seizure.

Writer’s block isn't synaptic, it's psychological. I never get it, writing stream-of-consciousness bits comes easier than horror or more adventure-oriented stuff.

I saw a video of Joyce Carol Oates on Facebook— Joycey as her friend Jan calls her, stares at the camera gleefully like she just got off the phone with Jesus saying,

it's of the utmost importance to arrange your writing day so you can work alone and uninterrupted. 

That's donkey ca ca Joyce,  learn to multi-task.

The kingdom of God is for the broken-hearted.

Something Mr. Rodgers said, 

I'm an atheist, but broken-hearted only paradise sounds wonderful, like a sea cruise for broken hearts.