"I'm not the kind of man who has been acceptable," says Lindsay Kemp, and so far, no one has really given him an argument. Kemp, 34, is the Scottish creator, director and star of an unusual Broadway entertainment called Flowers, in which bizarre, dream-tinged themes involving homosexuality, masturbation, drag parties and transvestism are set forth in mime and in music. On opening night Mick Jogger sent Kemp a basket of lilies, and the critics sent Kemp a bouquet of reviews in which outrage mingled with fascination. "I don't want to shock people," retorts Kemp. "I want to astonish them." He has been deeply influenced by French Playwright Jean Genet and Mime Marcel Marceau. "To me," says Kemp airily, "mime is not about climbing up the stairs but about what you find when you get to the top."

In time-honored Japanese tradition, autumn is the season for colorful athletic contests. Even Princess Nori, 5, the only daughter of Japanese Crown Prince Akihito and Crown Princess Michiko, took part in the meet held at the kindergarten of the Peer's School where she is a second-year student. Her mother and brother, Prince Aya, 8, rooted warmly from the sidelines, and Nori ran as fast as her little royal legs would go. But princesses too sometimes lose a race, and Nori, who was too busy laughing to mind, finished third in her group of eight.

-he sizzling 91DEG heat barely wrinkled the Prince of Wales' crisp Royal Navy whites as he arrived in Fiji to celebrate the islands' 100th anniversary of becoming a British colony and the fourth birthday of its independence. Robed officials crouched in ritualistic gestures of respect, schoolchildren lined the roads and waved, and a considerate, perhaps mischievous chieftain gave Prince Charles a bowl of kava, a very potent local brew. Later, at a reception held in Suva, Fiji's capital, a less formally attired Charles witnessed at close range still more of the island's fundamental splendors, dancing in the balmy night with Helen Frankhen, a student at the University of the South Pacific, who had taken advantage of a South Seas tradition to invite the Prince to dance.

She was smiling when Ted announced his intention not to run for President, but Joan Kennedy's personal misfortunes continue. Driving in McLean, Va., in the early afternoon last week, she failed to react in time to a traffic signal and plowed her white, 1971 Pontiac convertible into the rear of a green Capri, which in turn collided with still another car. No one was injured, although the damage to the three cars was estimated to be close to $1,400. Joan was exceedingly apologetic, unhappy but not tearful.

Then the police arrived at the scene. Everyone else filled out forms and drove off, but Joan was escorted in the patrol car to a nearby police station, where she submitted to a breath analysis. Then Mrs.

Kennedy was charged with drunken driving. Released on ?; her own recognizance shortly thereafter, she returned to her family home in McLean, where her husband joined her.

Reading defenses and throwing passes may be Joe Namath's specialties, but even he admits to their limited applicability in dealing with life's more basic formations. Broadway Joe gets jittery nerves just like everyone else. That is why, after a close game or a punishing workout, it is not the hot shower or whirlpool bath that Joe likes to ease into but a nice, deep meditative trance. He murmurs a secret word over and over again until the repetition, just like a massive tackle, blocks out his consciousness and leaves his mind refreshingly blank.

"I am into TM," Joe said, which is the way adepts describe transcendental meditation. "It is good for the mind and body, for everybody. I would suggest that you look into it," he evangelized to reporters in the locker room the other day.

"If you do, you will get into it too."

-Fillies tend to be fractious, and Allez France, 4, has a habit or two that unnerves her owner, Art Dealer Daniel Wildenstein. One of them is the heart-stopping way she runs a race, loafing along until the head of the stretch, then roaring past the field in a powerful thrust. Last week American-bred Allez France beat the best thoroughbreds Europe had to offer in the 1%-mile Prix de 1'Arc de Triomphe, winning $296,500 and becoming the only other filly besides Dahlia ever to earn $1 million. Back at the stable, keeping the champ happy takes considerably more than oats. Allez France demands the camaraderie of Merry Lord, a horse who leads the morning workouts, dotes on the champion and lets her bite him and bump him around. Trainer Angel Penna has thoughtfully equipped her stall with soothing Mozart on stereo. And that's not all. There is someone special in the winner's life too: a sheep, called simply le mouton, with whom Allez France has shared her musical tastes, and her paddock box, for years.

She has chilled generations of movie audiences with her steely portrayal of Mrs. Danvers in the classic film Rebecca. But all the while, really, Dame Judith Anderson, 76, one of the most durable tragic actresses of the century, has also had a yen to play for laughs. At last her vehicle has come in. On Oct. 23 she will appear in a television production of Enid Bagnold's The Chinese Prime Minister, playing the part of She, a famous, witty, 70-year-old actress on the verge of retirement. Having taken a crack at the title role in Hamlet at age 72, Dame Judith is not about to quit acting. In fact, she revels in comedy. "It was wonderful going to work in the morning," said the actress who has portrayed Lady Macbeth and Medea, "knowing that I wouldn't be killing anyone before lunch."

-Nihil ex nihilo, or, as Actress Cornelia Sharpe, 26, explains her attitude about life, "Nothing comes from nothing." A former dental assistant, at age 16 she climbed into a nihil of a bathing suit and became an instant success as a model in a cigarette ad. Only 150 commercials and eight years later, she won the part of a girl friend of Al Pacino's in the film Serpico. "There are lots of talented actors and actresses walking around the street," Cornelia is convinced, "but somewhere luck comes into it. I don't understand why I've been so lucky," she adds. But making movies with William Holden, Peter Fonda and Michael Sarrazin certainly seems like a kinder fate than mixing cavity fillings back in her home town of Jacksonville, Fla.

-When Baltimore television station WJZ-TV says it will provide in-depth coverage on election night Nov. 5, it means it. Eyewitness News anchor men will be joined by Barbara ("Bootsie") Mandel, 54, who had a close-up view of Maryland politics for 24 years while she was married to the Governor. Though Marvin Mandel, running for reelection, left her for a new wife, Bootsie is confident that she can comment objectively on her husband's performance with the voters.

"I'm doing this out of love for Maryland and politics," she states. In the meantime, now that she is single again, Mrs. Mandel wants to try a career in television, or even as a lawmaker in the state senate. Why not? Says she with authority: "I think I know my way around in Maryland as well as any of the present officeholders."

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