tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911636886921928660.post8875042741432698518..comments2023-06-05T04:04:28.075-07:00Comments on Dig and Be Dug in Return: Racehorses of LustBirdie Buschhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11948646978953963780noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911636886921928660.post-77928682442486364552010-07-13T20:33:24.583-07:002010-07-13T20:33:24.583-07:00wow. thanks for articulating so much of what I'...wow. thanks for articulating so much of what I've been trying to wrap my head around for ages (and especially lately). too much to get into in a "comment" after a 12+hr workday right now.. but know that there is some perfect timing and great significance to your words. thanks for sharing! ps - I also couldn't help think that you would make a great fill-in for <a href="http://www.npr.org/blogs/monitormix/?ft=1&f=15710080" rel="nofollow">Carrie Brownstein's NPR blog</a> while she's away "on vacation" ! :)bzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06276183956691300686noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911636886921928660.post-66535416078590786012010-07-11T20:10:48.109-07:002010-07-11T20:10:48.109-07:00Aaaaahhhh....for me, that place existed whenever I...Aaaaahhhh....for me, that place existed whenever I was with a dear friend of mine who, I'm sad to say, had to move far away and I never get to see her anymore. It was unusual for me because on paper, she and I looked like we shouldn't even get along, yet we had the most profound spiritual connection. Sounds like a cliche, but I rarely feel that way about anyone, and with her it was as if we existed in a universe of our own where normal rules not only failed to apply but were insignificant. I could go on and on.<br /><br />"Is there a place where you can equalize your lust and desire with your chastity and aversions?" Equalize, eh? Hmm, I'm always trying to reconcile...<br /><br />As for the existential dilemma of being a musician, try being a music publicist. At least people know what a musician does. Also, I've been an artist of some sort throughout my life -- writer, musician, painter, photographer, and so on -- and music is perhaps the most esoteric art form to me because there is no concrete reason as to why it matters. As inclined as I am to ponder such issues, I make a point of not worrying about the philosophical mysteries of music. All I know is that music matters to me more than perhaps anything else in the world, and if anyone with a sense of hearing and touch says they don't like music, they're probably lying.<br /><br />Veeeeerrrrry interesting blog.Shaheen J. Dibaihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18176225916977840677noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4911636886921928660.post-14485808882836919992010-07-11T12:42:31.120-07:002010-07-11T12:42:31.120-07:00I'm interested in lust without the illusion of...I'm interested in lust without the illusion of possession (always originating from the ego and the source of all jealousy and madness). Lust sounds more raw and unfettered than 'desire' or 'wanting'. As women, as artists, as human beings, if we bury our lust, we are cut off from the pulse that generates motion, intention, creation. This makes me want a bottle of wine and you, with hours to talk.alison dilworthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07657448448361232649noreply@blogger.com