Everyone has been talking about Kanye West’s behavior toward Beck. Several artists, such as John Legend, thought Kanye’s walk on stage was funny when Beck won for Album of the Year. In fact, he said, “When I said that was funny and people should lighten up about it, that’s what I meant.” Yet, I don’t, nor do many others find anything funny about an artist taking away another artist’s moment.
I wonder how it would have played out if someone did that to Kanye, especially a white artist. Would Jesse Jackson, Al Sharpton, and the NAACP demand an apology and ask the Academy to ban the white artist? I’m not making this a racial issue, just pointing out that there is no doubt we’d hear the shouts from the African-American community, so what makes Kanye’s actions any different. This wasn’t his first incident.
The Academy members from the recording arts and music community submitted secret ballots. Since artistry is subjective, those members chose the music they liked and felt deserved acknowledgements. For Kanye to say Beck needs to show some respect and hand over his award to Beyoncé is absurd, rude, and encourages the young into thinking it’s okay to speak your mind whenever and however you want.
Here’s part of his rant, “If they want real artists to keep coming back, they need to stop playing with us…And, at this point, we tired of it.” First off, Kanye needs some literacy classes and a better understanding of ‘artist.’ Beyoncé is an entertainer. Her bio states she is a songwriter, record producer, actress, and businesswoman. Beck’s bio states he is a singer-songwriter, musician, and producer. He has played many of the instruments in his music. From what I’ve read, Beck is more of a music artist than Beyoncé. So the misled Kanye needs some guidance regarding who he considers a ‘real artist.’ If you’re going to slam someone for lack of talent, don’t do it at an awards show, and have some facts to back up your claims.
As I said earlier, artistry is subjective, which brings me to the next subject, Fifty Shades of Grey by E.L. James. I didn’t read the book, nor will I watch the movie. Again, my comments stem from a variety of reading outlets. This book has been the top subject since the movie release. It is receiving negative reviews from some doctors about how this will affect young people. From what I read, we should also worry about how this impacts literacy. I understand the doctors’ concerns, especially when there are plenty of people out there who lack sane judgment, such as this alleged one “Sex assault charges tied to ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’ movie,” but BDSM isn’t harmful to the average reader. If the younger generations can’t decipher between fantasy and reality, then we have bigger problems other than this book.
This isn’t the first popular book about a destructive relationship. I bought and never finished Beautiful Disaster by Jamie McGuire. Instead, I whipped it across the room. Both of these started out as self-published books and went traditional, and both do not meet basic writing standards, such as character development and plot, pace, and writing style. This supports my belief that traditional publishing has declined when it comes to writing. The big houses want quantity over quality, which probably contributes to the decay of the English language.
Fifty Shades of Grey has influenced people, and at the same time, exposed the literacy level. I’ve read many times over that story trumps writing. And in some instances, I would agree, except for this one. To understand what many writers and readers were saying regarding this poorly written book, I read articles, blogs, and reviews, and this review from DS from LA convinced me and provided me with a few laughs. Below are a couple of things this reviewer wrote about Fifty Shades of Grey.
The pseudonymous British author sets the action (such as it is) in Washington State… for no reason than that her knowledge of America apparently consists of what she read in “Twilight”… but the entire first-person narrative is filled with Britishisms. How many American college students do you know who talk about “prams,” “ringing” someone on the phone, or choosing a “smart rucksack” to take “on holiday”?
And oh, the repetition…and the repetition…and the repetition.
According to my Kindle search function, characters roll their eyes 41 times, Ana bites her lip 35 times, Christian’s lips “quirk up” 16 times, Christian “cocks his head to one side” 17 times, characters “purse” their lips 15 times, and characters raise their eyebrows a whopping 50 times. Add to that 80 references to Ana’s anthropomorphic “subconscious” (which also rolls its eyes and purses its lips, by the way), 58 references to Ana’s “inner goddess,” and 92 repetitions of Ana saying some form of “oh crap” (which, depending on the severity of the circumstances, can be intensified to “holy crap,” “double crap,” or the ultimate “triple crap”).
There are so many highly talented writers in the genre… and erotica is so much more erotic when the author has a command of the language and can make you care about the characters.
I’d like to touch on the above observations. The first one about the novel’s setting and British slang would drive me crazy. Why doesn’t it bother more Americans that the setting doesn’t coincide with the words? It would be like the Hobbit having a southern dialect. It’s as funny as Madonna pretending to have a British accent. http://youtu.be/eWb2bhCqCUc
As a writer, I go through several revisions to make sure my sentence structures are good, characters and plot fleshed out, and I’m not repetitive with action and words. Sometimes I don’t realize until my third edit/revision that I used ‘laugh’ 50 times, or the characters twisted their neck every tenth page. Are my books flawless? Is this blog post flawless? No. There isn’t a flawless book out there. But a devout writer and/or reader can see whether the author put in the time and hard work to learn the craft, because that’s what artistry is about.
There are plenty of talented writers in this genre and others. And erotica IS much more than blushing and flushing (stated 125 times), murmuring (199 times), inner goddess (I don’t even know what that means), and grinning and frowning (each 124 times). Words ignite an image in our heads that fires up emotion—gets the juices flowing and the desire. Inner goddess doesn’t do anything to my nether region other than make me laugh. Does body shattering, gasps, and he’s hot really get the majority hot and heavy?
If you’re eighteen or older, and are curious about how I write erotica, please click on the below tabs to read my poems. They have a bit more detail, some might consider crass, that keeps with the realistic goal of dirty fun.
- Lover of Mine
- Crimson Lover
- Sex and Cheap Wine
Lover of mine, show the way
Of how you learned to kiss and play.
Lay me down, without a sound,
Hands touch, lips merge, then I’m bound.
Close my eyes, enhance your touch
Grip my breasts, but not too much.
Spread my thighs, ready to ride,
Change your mind and open wide.
Tongue glides down, tango my clit
Buck and moan, as I see fit.
Beg for you, to fuck me now,
Cock in hand, begins to plow.
Long and hard, deep rhythmic thrusts,
Make me scream with orgasm lust.
Juices mix, while searching depth,
From length and wanted, bigger breadth.
Worship me throughout the night,
No longer feeling, my pussy tight.
Wee early light, our bodies plea,
When finally limp, deep inside me.
Ease me into a sequestered life
full of history and sinful delights.
My breasts tingle when you open my veins
to desire, release mortality’s chains.
For I had thought the provocative
a disgrace, lips have me ask to forgive.
My bodice unthreads, from skilled fingers,
slide down my damp skin that conquers
the yearning pleasure brewing inside
for so long, legs widen when I cried.
Pushes my clit against the fabric
while your breath plays in my ear like music.
You grab my ass, pulling me close
removing the rest of my disheveled clothes.
Our whispers blend, echoing the room
for you to fuck me deep into my womb
and enjoy every inch with long, hard thrusts
legs stretched out, nipples twist, make us cuss.
This perfect fuck as the undead
lean down to clean your still throbbing head.
My love floweth over
like a cheap glass of wine.
An old starlet has-been
No more parts to play
for an extravagant price,
only barstools with beer
looking for men to entice.
Wasn’t long ago
they sought my swollen crimson,
offering drinks and cocaine
to relieve their tension.
Foreplay wasn’t the same
the merest formality.
but they lacked sexuality.
Ate ice cream and pussy
as though they’re alike
give them head anywhere,
use their cock as a spike.
Look back, not much changed
in the way I’m treated now,
except for how it ends,
I gather clothes, then take a bow.
What are your thoughts about Kanye and Fifty Shades of Grey? Why do you think the book was so successful? Good or bad, society took notice of Kanye and E.L. James.
Artists and Success,