Say what you say, but as for the whiteness: my mother's skin is losing pigment in patches. Fortunately, she has fair skin. A tan makes them more visible. I can easily see how a little OCD & outside pressure could make him want to bleach the rest to match.
He was a little cuckoo in the head, though - someone should have stopped the plastic surgeries & reckless spending.
Still, a good poem, made even better in the face of "mourning".
All who live die, even "Kings Of Pop". Jackson could sing and dance up a storm. I admire him for being a "solitary lemming" and finding his own special cliff to run over the edge of. He slept with our children whether we liked it or not and sadly "bought" some from people with stronger financial needs than parenting skills. He was unique in every way known to man (and a couple he invented himself. (There's a lesson in here somewhere for anyone contemplating singing the theme song for a movie about rats). (Ben) Michael did what he wanted to do (but we're still trying to work out why he wanted to do the things he wanted to do).
I love it. It's such an intensely powerful expression of your own personhood, in the denial of the tragedy that others percieve. I think negative definition like this is the most potent form, if that makes any sense.
i don't think that's exactly true. i mean, an artist is only an artist while they are creating art, but everybody is always important because everyone has potential as long as they're kinetic. the dead have no potential, and then are only remembered for their art.
It's true. In looking at the videos from the mid-80s, it is apparent that the man who starred in them must have gone through some sort of downhill metamorphosis to end up as the creature whose demise was widely reported so recently.