Desire Lines

"In winter, desire lines appear spontaneously as tramped down paths in the snow. I love that these paths are never perfectly straight. Instead, like a river, they meander this way and that, as if to prove that desire itself isn't linear and (literally, in this case) straightforward." Wordspy


"A desire path, or desire line, is a path developed by erosion caused by animal or human footfall. The path usually represents the shortest or most easily navigated route between an origin and destination. The width and amount of erosion of the line represents the amount of demand. The term was coined by Gaston Bachelard in his book 'The Poetics of Space'." wikipedia



It's called 'social networking', but I like to think of it as 'social communicating', or 'social inter-connecting', a giant, growing, interlocking, orgiastic, infinite conversation.

To be a recording artist means being involved & entwined in this ever expanding exchange, in the lives of those who are drawn to our songs and voices, who play it on their stereos, listen in their headphones, who hear it, interpret it, ingest it, digest it. That is why I make music, sing songs, write poems; why I use words to get my 'message' across, as a means of communication.

A few years ago, I typed the word "desire" into google and saved this snippet from a long thread:

Google group (May 11, 2002)

K: The mind interprets relentlessly. Desire will never be quenched, desire being the very thing that keeps us alive.
M: Yes, and this is exactly the point. To be without desire is to die, and then there is no self.
K: And this desire is the movement of becoming, the grasping at "what should be" (the object of desire) which is entirely conceptual, arising from the present condition of "what is as it is."
M: Desire is always dissatisfied with the present, hence it will never find any satisfaction in any imaginary future.

This 'search for desire' runs through every thread of every online communication - it drives it, propels it, whether it's on Facebook, Twitter, Blogger, MySpace, or Blip. Wherever there's a conversation, there is something exchanged, something given and taken, and in the creases and the folds of this fabric, there is something shared, and in this sharing, there is meaning.

I thank everyone for their postings, comments, messages, kudos, pokes, 'hottie votes' ;) twitters, blips, and virtual gifts.

With Love,

Vanessa