Celebrities
It took my a bit too drunk the other night to understand an essential truth: the afterlife exists.
I do not mean, of course, with the angels of heaven or the virgins. ... No, I mean a kind of parallel universe that sometimes, like the spirit world of Henry James returned to contact with ours, then manifested through pixelllisant moments in "480p" on you tube, or TV shows or jolts of blogs, or pages in real paper magazine.
This world is the world of poeple. The world of people known to the world of celebrities.
Likewise the spirit world seems to obey the rules that are clean and remain completely mysterious to us, the world of celebrities is also very strange.
In "Celebrity Farm", some of them have accepted to live trapped in a sort of African ranch to care for animals that have asked for anything and earn money for "associations". Frankly, nothing does have rules of the game. Pathways lords are impenetrable. But just a few moments to be seized with terror of the current hate shaking famous people that the show gives us to see. We think a little Olympus and its divine brutality Apollo riddling arrows Children of Niobe, dealing Ares Athena "dog fly" Hephaestus Zeus throwing from the top of the mountain ...
We think little of it all, but more modern and less class, more "Yeah, that's your fucking mouth" and "From the cradle of fog just seemed the rosy-fingered Dawn. But good, bad language to say that the gods we deserve.
In Ilium, Dan Simmons rewriting the Iliad the gods featured terrorized at the thought of losing the respect of humans to whom they owed their arrogant position.
Our poeple today seem to mesh with the same painful schizophrenia: "watch me, watch me do more," "Speak of me, forget me." Celebrities
farm are celebrities in deficit look as they seem to be ready to eat excrement or sleeping with warthog to be seen.
For Tiger Woods, rich, handsome, class would be the opposite: too saw looked too, the millionaire golfer is on the brink of combustion. The boy seems you would like to enjoy life. Attractive young women have paraded in his divine layer. Zeus as he both honored mere mortals (one waitress a little vulgar, a "marketing manager" just some ...) that some deity as half the California porn star known for her appearance in luscious "My First Sex Teacher Volume 18. " If history is
laugh in Western Europe or the figure of the unfaithful husband always had the benefit of the sympathy in America a little edgy about its value morality, such a story could be worth a God to be cast into the waters of the Styx.
Under the sky, two fingers of the underworld, there are all the "sukeleer" of everyday life. There is nothing worse than cold, hard reality as a cast iron plate.
So finally, all this circus every day of our gods with two bullets, maybe it's not so bad.
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