#stardom
It’s not talked about in Hollywood
Certainly not among the pretty people
I’m referring to when an actor actress in bodies a role so well you generally don’t recognize them
I’m referring to their acting being so convincing that you see only the character unfolding,
even if it was only for a minute before it clicked
I’m not talking about minimal physical transformation, not heavy, prosthetics or CGI for example which would obviously disguise a person.
When an actor immerses themselves in a character
They are taking away their character completely
In doing so they’ find myself in a paradox
When does acting end and their character begin
They train all their life to be a believable character
To personify little idiosyncrasies to define depth
Part of this training is believing you are
who you say you are
At gatherings and parties they try
to be themselves But who is that?
They’re celebrated for other characters
they became, does that character remain
Are there attributes that glam onto
their psyche soul that won’t let go.
They become more unsure of the real world and their part in it. People accuse them of acting.
A pugnacious member takes issue argument, transpire the actor in a quagmire
Fight or flight what characteristics to prevail
Is it any wonder why a significant number of actors actresses, run to psychologists or psychiatrists for years of therapy or psychotherapy?.Major decisions rehashed for other’s opinion what should I do?
Think of the movies where an actor changed himself so much for a character that
you did not recognize him. if only for a minute.
I could name a few.
Keith Ledger as The Joker( his last role)
Fellow Actors said he was so scary.
They couldn’t even say their lines.
The darkness that came out of him
There are others, but these readily come to mine
Heath Ledger in Batman
Dustin Hoffman in Rain man
Billy Bob Thornton in Sling Blade
Matthew McConaughey in, The Buyers Club
Christian Bale in Machinist
Jake Gyllenhaal and Brokeback Mountain
Sylvester Stallone in Rocky
People’s burning desires come to California
To become a star, follow their dream they’ll go far
Life is not what it seems broke, sleep in the car
Are you willing to sell your soul to become a star?
Can you survive The Harvey Weinstein‘
Movie Mogul type the casting couch slouch
Roofie, **** drug without consent
or The music scene P Diddy type Hell bent
I encourage you to watch some of these movies where the actors are so far above the rest
Inspired songs
1) Vogue live MTV awards YouTube1990
By Madonna
2) American woman
The Guess Who 1970
3) mama told me not to come
By Three Dog Night
4) The long and windingRoad 1970
By the Beatles
5) evil way
By Santana
BLT Webster’s word of the day challenge
April 15, 2025 pugnacious
Someone described as pugnacious shows a readiness or desire to fight or argue
Apr 16, 2025
Apr 16, 2025 at 1:50 AM UTC
the cult of the ideal woman.
silent era mignon.
pass the baton.
a little diplomacy.
a little electricity.
and a waterfall of curls.
she moves with the fayre.
I see her idling on Fifth Avenue
and at work behind the counters
of the stores.
besotted men plant young, leafless trees upside-down,
roots in the air, simply because
she wants it that way.
a groundbreaking end
to The Broken Oath,
and her name on the credits
for the very first time.
screens, fans, and umbrella stands.
or maybe lilies in a field of seclusion.
she is stardom.
she is the eternal question.
Aug 22, 2022
Aug 22, 2022 at 11:29 AM UTC
aka the artist, aka prince aka PRINCE
now, that is slick!
dropping your last name, to make you more famous
even though yo daddy was there, to give it to you
and he is already famous
smith really is a boring name
independence day for your new nation's mind
what do they call the first independance day?
not the one we celebrate yearly.
but the one where it first happened?
oops
i am sorry if i hurt you
oops i
did it again
oops i did
it again
oops i did it
AGAIN!
this is brittany *****
i think she knew who it was
who needs a last name to draw a buzz?
what came first, the peach or the fuzz
all i ever got was the pit
is it okay if i call you willow smith
or is it miss willow
i will not use all caps for anybody!
i come first!
Nov 7, 2021
Nov 7, 2021 at 8:17 AM UTC
Fame
Fortune
Swiftly came
For the dashing
Derf Merrymaker
Yet things were in reverse
For his childhood blood brother
Whose odd name was Teaberry Von
His fame rose slowly in his ancient days
Derf’s fame quickly fell died a common man
Mar 15, 2021
Mar 15, 2021 at 1:08 AM UTC
Star soldier with the rocket arm,
you bleed silver, gold,
and product placement.
Smile big for the camera,
the media will sell its soul
for a new bankable face.
Party hardy, Heisman candidate,
******** your semi-steady's
sorority sister,
then ask to see her again
sometime after the **** kit.
It's quite alright,
so long as you have talent
beyond this hemisphere.
Why even the fatherland, ESPN,
will gladly call you "son."
Mar 9, 2021
Mar 9, 2021 at 11:37 AM UTC
“Where is the rest for the weary?”,
Cried out the sappy sun.
The burden of lighting up the
world left his own soul lusterless.
His blistered fingers handed down his glow
as he stood frozen up high in
his onerous profession, keeping
a bright smile in a baby blue prison.
In his own shame, the pitiful sun covered himself,
boosting his rays so no man could beam their eyes up
To see his dreary tears.
After work he would blaze back home
Dreading the next day to come while
countless stars flooded outside his home,
Night after night
Begging for his spot and
Dreaming of his celebrity.
While the stars pounded on his door, inside
He emptied endless tears out of the well of his heart
But he could never let go of his pride.
So, season after season he suffered in the spotlight
all to hold on to his futile fame.
Oct 27, 2020
Oct 27, 2020 at 9:17 PM UTC
Always being flirted with
While others never get noticed
Standing out in densely gathered crowds
The highs were way above and beyond
Even the mightiest and highest of the clouds
The shine would never ever leave
My newly found and now world famous face
But, it takes lots of **** hard work
If wanting to stay in Hollywood’s first place
Never liked to be the runner up
Only ever winning, at any sort of race
Paparazzi snapping, tabloids exaggerating
For what’s its actually worth
One more bit of bad gossip mongering
They could bring anyone, back down to earth.
Dec 31, 2019
Dec 31, 2019 at 11:29 PM UTC
Reach out and touch
The reflective surface,
Nearly-perfect, infinite.
She's an unbreakable object held
Within stasis,
A long-durational sleeper,
Motionless in her far-off stare.
Time dilation may be absolute,
But there's no denial
Of a sundry smile
And questioning brow.
Glass divides she
From true self,
Kept in the hold
As priceless cargo
That once inspired the likes
Of da Vinci.
Thus Snow White wasn't quite dead
When the trap was sprung,
Her day lay in wait
For a kiss of life:
An event horizon.
Lift the lid
It did,
And with a centuries-old yawn,
She fixed her face upon
Her growing public,
And broke through
Hibernation,
To give birth to a star.
Oct 21, 2019
Oct 21, 2019 at 2:25 PM UTC
Fame is a kind of addiction.
It can be a lethal condition
If taken with no restriction
Real life succumbs to fiction.
Elvis took too much stuff.
Janis fell for too much guff.
Jimi didn’t quit soon enough.
Morrison had to act tough.
It was all about being a star
Instead of being what you are.
Life is not a big expensive car
It’s what you have done so far.
Becoming a famous insufferable,
And ordinarily unapproachable,
Can make behavior intolerable
Rendering you reprehensible.
They turned away with a shrug
Went back to a favorite drug
Left a dead body for others to lug;
Their fame swept under a rug.
The pretty face won’t protect you
No matter how often they inject you.
In time your fans will neglect you
But the coroner won’t reject you.
The star insures that his crew,
Let him do what he wants to do.
Refuse him and you’re through
The star has no use for what’s true.
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 3:41 PM UTC
You made it to the Top of the Pops.
What was it like to be idolized
- do you still savour the fame
- does it remain or fade?
'I am left with what I am,
needing to recognized myself
for what I am and always was.'
- But is nothing left of stardom?
'A star! A shooting star more like
that quickly falls to Earth
dazzling itself, burning away
its substance in the flames.'
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 5:50 AM UTC
You know what would be miraculous.
The comprehension of reality among the populace in general.
That would be a miracle.
We live in an age where these twenty something tweens believe that they are all,
One second from stardom.
Newsflash!
It doesn't matter how many people
Follow you on Twitter,
Friend you on Facebook,
Or how many followers you have for your YouTube channel,
If you can't find a single original thought for yourself
In that pop music filled-
Romance and Action movie watching-
Book of the month club reading-
Head of yours,
If you can't think and feel for yourself
YOU ARE NOT A STAR
You are a hack.
You are just normal.
Like the rest of us.
So stop trying to get discovered,
And start
Thinking,
Feeling,
And Creating
Something for yourself.
Something for the world to see.
Something original.
Because you can't get by on the coat tails of others forever.
Sooner or later you will need to survive on your own.
And then when you've created something on your own.
Something worthwhile.
Something from your heart.
Then you have a chance.
A small chance,
But still a chance
To be a star.
May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 1:10 AM UTC
left after suckle
as babes in the wood
he whispered his goodbye
with sour quavering lips
the wonders of stardoms
that captured his heart
now i mean all
to myself only and life
he left with a buckle
to get me a ram
and came back so gleeful
i left all to hear
he ranted of stardom
but left me behind
the moment that struck me
my life took a turn
he left with his sickle
and i found my me
the entity hidden
beneath his towering gaze
now i peeped at the world
for the first time in life
this thing would not be
if he never said bye
i live with my sparkle
i got all alone
the moment he left me
i picked up and ran
i caught on with age grade
their laughter and all
i now drill the wonders
of pure water mines.
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 7:30 AM UTC
Exposition
Exploration
Examination
Experimentation
Exhibition
Experience
Exercise
Excelsior
Explosion
Exposure
Expansion
Exceeding
Excitement
Excellence
except
Excessive
Expectations
Excuses
Exclamation
Excommunication
Excluded
Excreted
Exorcised
Expunged
Exacerbation
Exhale
Exit
Exeunt
Extinct
Ex-Star
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 3:06 AM UTC
Question,
what can make
such beautiful
souls corrupt?
Life answers.
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 3:49 PM UTC
You're sitting across a table, in the next room- and it's the month of July.
And as the beads of sweat chip off your forehead
like a shank of butcher's meat,
your dorcel fin peaks through the sand where my toes peak through. The picnic table where I write letters; post cards.
I take photos, make reservations, and
even after I'm canceled on for walking around
downtown in my bright neon-pink underwear, I still roll to the
left side of the bed sit up and drop the cigarette I fell asleep on. You're just sitting, first entry: Stardom.
I don't have room for you in the corners.
The corners of this room, padded walls,
shifty vaseline sway- the white cotton stick
of a sucker pointing out of your mouth, its red numero forty dye shines
in the specks of light flicking
out of the horizon like a carousel ride
around and around.
I'm getting a bit dizzy, and even less honest.
If you want to see me spring,
like the silly string on my birthday, yellow silly-putty; molding the monster face,
I observe you through a kaleidoscope of dexedrine and morphine.
Your catastrophe with Xanax, passed out
in alien-green ******* at that party in the abandoned firehouse
on News St., how you could lay trust on me after that
(a daydream with sawing you called me)
sixteen-year-old mishap of an afternoon.
&
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 4:31 AM UTC