notes from underground

Now that the fury and ire had been raised on my previous entry I would like to try and be a little more rational, calm and composed although there is really nothing rational about this whole situation.  I sit here tonight pondering the masses of people who drive the paparazzi to assail the celebs/stars which in turn shine upon the people offering them um…yeah offering them their star light.  To be honest the whole thing appears kind of like a circus and I find some solace in the fact that the celebs/stars often have a hard time of things and many a headache from being assailed by maddened cameramen which probably is a fair compensation for how much garbage about them is spread around and reaches my senses.  But this sustained pandemonium, this worship of starness, eludes me and I can’t figure out what exactly drives this whole process and why young girls shriek and scream at the new vampire on the block for example.  This irrational juggernaut roles on however and I stand scratching my head, bewildered, at times beating my head into the wall at the stupidity of it all which is just another stupidity.  If one had a choice not to think of certain things this would certainly be one thing I would choose not to dwell on.  But what am I missing here?  What exactly is this madness about?  My immediate instinct when I see these things is to destroy it.  I don’t want to sit here and talk about the value of things, but certainly the value of things in this world of stars and celebs is about as emphemeral as it gets, a star on the sidewalk on Hollywood will never outlive or be worth a Homer or The Illiad.  But this is not a rational argument or a good one for attempting to dissuad one of the people who is immersed in this maddness and is like trying to convince a third generation Christian that god doesn’t exist.  Certainly nothing anytime soon is going to erase this abomination from the landscape of this place.  When Goethe’s novel The Sorrow’s of Young Werther lit up Europe after he wrote it to the extent that people did homages to the locations in the book and to the supposed grave of young Werther at least there was some degree of taste then which I applaud.   But there is no similar taste that I have seen around these days.  I would love to hear from some star struck people about why they are how they are if they weren’t too offended by my last blog entry.  I would also like to discuss what I feel is lacking on the great stage but not tonight as I am out of time.