Caveh Zahedi, Sainthood & Artistry: July 23-31

The truth is that we are all manifestations of the genius of God. The artist is no different than anyone else except insofar as he is closer to the source of his Being. But today, the artist has acquired the status of a saint, and the culture of celebrity has become our new religion. Only instead of a panoply of saints, known for their virtue and good works, we have movie stars and rock stars as religious icons. These people are worshiped not because of their spirituality or wisdom, but rather because they enable us to project a more grandiose image of ourselves, namely that, like them, we too can be more important and powerful than we actually feel ourselves to be.

— Caveh Zahedi




The film, narrated and starred in by the director, documents a sex addict’s journey through recovery. Zahedi begins with his first soulful relationship, and then proceeds through the other major relationships in his life, trying in each depiction to discover the source of his problem and ways in which to diffuse it. His final barbaric yalp and break from addiction coalesces with his ability to hear a more beautiful song than what the Sirens were singing. This moment of epiphany was what intrigued me about the film. I wanted to know what made Zahedi break from his addiction. I knew it was something beyond a metaphor. I knew it was what each of us searches for in our artistry, daily jobs, family experiences, etc. It was at the core of I AM A SEX ADDICT. It was also at the core of this beautiful artist.



Pirooz Kalayeh: At the L.A. screening, you said you weren’t happy with the ‘sirens metaphor,’ but that this was the closest you had come to creating your transitional moment away from sexual addiction. You also mentioned certain ‘spiritual experiences,’ which lead you to your present moment of stability. Were you afraid to present these spiritual experiences as part of the film, and therefore, used the ‘sirens metaphor,’ or was it just too detailed of an experience to add?

Caveh Zahedi: My initial impulse was to use the word "God" in talking about my spiritual transformation. But I didn't want to alienate viewers who identify that word exclusively with the "God" of organized religion. The Sirens metaphor was therefore a way to talk about spirituality without alienating viewers who identified themselves as atheists or agnostics or even Buddhists. In other words, I wanted my spiritual transformation to be as all-inclusive as possible, and to allow people to interpret it in their own way and through the lens of their own experiences.

PK: Yes, I hear that. It reminds me of your experience with the clairvoyant. She told you that a reading on the future of “…Sex Addict” would actually misalign the possibilities, and that an omission would place you closer to the truth, and to a further extent, in right relationship with spirit, creator, etc.

Was this a further reason not to make a spiritual commentary? That, possibly, like the clairvoyant, your omission of an exact spiritual transcendence, would leave an empty canvas for other addicts to discover their own journey to peace?

CZ: Yes, exactly.


PK: It is a huge undertaking to be in right relationship. It is a saint’s act. Are you aiming for sainthood or artistry? Is there even a separation for you?

CZ: I don't see a fundamental separation between sainthood and artistry. I believe that spirituality has an aesthetic dimension, and is, in a very real sense, "beautiful." I also believe that art has a spiritual dimension. My interest is in eradicating the distinction between these two pursuits.

PK: Was this intention in mind when you wrote "...Sex Addict" or was it something that you discovered at the end of the experience?

CZ: I've believed in the essential oneness of spirituality and art for a long time. It was my intention to try to express this through "I Am A Sex Addict" from the start. In Hindu Philosophy, there's something called "The Left Hand of God" which is basically the path of sin as the fastest path to enlightenment. I've always thought about "I Am A Sex Addict" as an instance of "The Left Hand of God" path towards spirituality.




PK: Fascinating. I didn't see the sexual exchanges between prostitutes in "I AM A SEX ADDICT" as sinful. And now that you say your intention was to reach enlightenment through sin, it just diffuses the sexual acts even further. Isn't it intention that makes something sin? Yours is to align spirituality with your artistry. It is to proceed through "The Left Hand of God" process. With such a precursor, how can your sexual acts be sin?

CZ: I don't think that sexual acts are sins. In fact, I don't believe in the idea of sin. What I meant by "sin" was acting out of harmony with one's essential nature, or rather, misperceiving one's essential nature. But there is such a thing as one's dark side, and I think that one has to go through one's dark side to become fully integrated. In this sense, "I Am A Sex Addict," like Dante's "Inferno," is about exploring the dark side to get to the light.



PK: Have you shown the film to sex addicts or have any approached you after screenings? Did they see a light? What was their reaction? And what was yours to them?

CZ: I haven't formally shown the film to sex addicts, but after almost every screening, someone comes up to me and confides that they, too, have a sexual addiction problem. These people have always been very touched by the film and very glad that I made it.

PK: I am glad you did as well. It is such a beautiful film. Thank you for sharing it with me and the world.


Caveh Zahedi began making films while studying philosophy at Yale University. After graduating from Yale, he made several attmepts to work in the French film community and then began film school at UCLA. There, he met and began collaborating with Greg Watkins. Together, they co-directed A Little Stiff, which premeired at the Sundance Film Festival, and aired on both German television and the Sundance Channel. Mr. Zahedi's next film, I Don't Hate Las Vegas Anymore, won him the Critics' Award at the Rotterdam Film Festival and went on to develop a cult following. He then went on to direct In the Buthtub of the World, a one year video diary, which airred on the Independent Film Channel and was eventually released on DVD. Mr. Zahedi lives and works in San Francisco.

To learn more about Caveh’s latest projects or to catch a screening of I AM A SEX ADDICT in the states or abroad please visit www.cavehzahedi.com

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Card and Love

I got this card from my dad. It made me cry right when I saw it. I didn't even have to read a word. It's amazing how well he knows me.

Yeah, it was good to cry. I liked doing it. It is also good to work. Mr. Posatko has hooked me up at Weller/Grossman. It has been a great job. I love the people I work with, and the energy is really nice there. Thank you, John for helping me be a part of it.

For those of you wondering what I'm doing I'll say this, "Imagine me with headphones, a TV, and a computer." That's the job. A prize for who can guess it correctly.

Besides that, I've been busy doing various interviews, learning L.A., painting, and learning the bass guitar. Pretty good for my second week here. I have also been reading all your blogs. They are all so good.

Here, are some personal notes, some shout out's if you will.

Corn Man - You are the best poet!
Pudgy - I am praying for you.
Werdenfield - Love you.
Sparky - Where's your drawing? Are you on freeze frame?
Vevlvety - How was the camping trip?
La La Lopez - Loved the quote on Werden
Harper - You are beautiful. Hot and cold together.
Eileen - I dig romance.
Posatko - You got 10?
Fawcett - Great talk on Harvard.
Mishty - Masterful Wizard Talker
Henriksen - Glad the heat ain't bringing you down.
Loudon - Beautiful paintings.


Thanks for inspiring me this week. I look forward to the next.

Lightning Strikes

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"Is this any different from the Hess?" I think to myself.



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Hmmm.

Mmmm.



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It's just me in my brain.




That's when it hits me. I could die. That wouldn't be good. I had to become invincible.


I tried many approaches...

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Turtles are smart. I know that. I've seen the Bugs Bunny cartoons. I've also read that other story.

They've got patience. They persevere.






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The Great Continental Divide


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Here is Marlowe right before we crossed. He sported that shirt the whole trip. It does make him look rather dashing, don't you think?

"We got about a minute," Mar says.

"Nah," I tell him. "More like 20."

The cur crunches over the dirty asphalt. I can smell burning, and for a second, have images of flat tires and an over-turned car.

"You better hurry," Mar chuckles.

I reach in back for my new digital camera. It's a polaroid. Just one big squre of a camera. That's why I got it. The square. And the Polaroid thing. It made me feel like a picture would come shooting out, even if it was digital.

"Smile," I tell Mar.

"I am smiling," he says.

"Yeah, but make it look good," I say.

"What do you want me to do?"

"I don't know. Put your arms in the air."

Marlowe raises his arms. He giggles in his half nervous way, like any second an alien might appear and take him to the second quadrant of a Douglas Adams book.

"That's good," I say. "Hold that."

His arms come down to his hips. It was too much to raise them in triumph. There was a sadness. It was like a piece of him was back through the tunnel. Like he had made a mistake by crossing.

He talked to me about it later. After we were back in the car and rolling to Moab. We both did, really.

For me, it was a buzzing in the ear. Like someone talking to me. Like Boulder saying, "Bye, come back for a visit."

I assumed this was Nicole.

"Okay," I said in my head. "We'll see."

I don't know what Mar said in his head. e just looked at me after I told him this, and said, "Yeah, I felt a change in the tunnel too."

I wondered what was in his head for 5 seconds. Actually, that's not true. I didn't wonder. I could feel it. A sound like a heartbeat, except it was wheezing a bit, like some shadowy Baryishnikov was tip-toeing across his soul's retina.

"What are you talking about?" my mind asked.

"I don't know," I replied.

"What?" Mar hallooed. "You say something?"

I bring myself back to me. I put my hand under my thigh. This helps on long drives for some reason. It makes me comfortable.

"Look at that," Mar gestures.

"Yeah," I watch the mountains rescind and then rise again - majestic and fragile. "It's nice."

"Fucking unbelievable," Mar shakes his head.

"Yeah," I nod.

Baryishnikov does another number. This one a two-step-samba. My head bobs with his hips. He's a good little dancer. He can burn holes in hearts when people least expect them.