tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28289427628768038852024-03-13T12:08:49.295-04:00The Language That He UsedThe Bob Dylan Journalsoh mercyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11865004671333889415noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2828942762876803885.post-62688521128402423632010-12-25T16:05:00.000-05:002010-12-25T16:05:39.706-05:00Bob Dylan - Must Be Santa<span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">This one always bears repeating!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> Perfect to keep in mind when visiting problematic family.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> How could anyone be in a bad mood watching this?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Just imagine them at this party!</span><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/a8qE6WQmNus?fs=1" frameborder="0" height="295" width="480"></iframe><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">Preview of things to come-</span><br />The aging of artists.<br />re:<br />all the commentary that the Wall Street Journal's inane column on<br />Bob should retire nonsense.oh mercyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11865004671333889415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2828942762876803885.post-15021637435872983352010-12-25T15:45:00.001-05:002010-12-25T15:47:13.611-05:00Merry Christmas Everybody.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLh1wdxKRUnP_L3h1oalfR44leVDqJs91Kjd_l8ecSM52EFKfn9CJAAj2LqNRWUtxwUrppn9M5VdzcvaGd_NBN2h7nxH7_1pUB9JZOlJ9hcbp3GpkhPakds3NxTYeyjsh4DUAGo3RQcEQ/s1600/Merry+Christmas-+Bob.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="331" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLh1wdxKRUnP_L3h1oalfR44leVDqJs91Kjd_l8ecSM52EFKfn9CJAAj2LqNRWUtxwUrppn9M5VdzcvaGd_NBN2h7nxH7_1pUB9JZOlJ9hcbp3GpkhPakds3NxTYeyjsh4DUAGo3RQcEQ/s400/Merry+Christmas-+Bob.jpg" width="400" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgICJe3lHuCtZwrsoXMYcYay4xAGXV5i9GpZp5w2pv3RmJzlm1iy_EZ_t4pIOpGd8Bd-vuHOWjARLH_2VIx2pVN1mAlRz00rLetp2jha2dMcua21eMraCwZBjwefuu_YTykYdh6VPMCSLY/s1600/Santa+Bob+b-w.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgICJe3lHuCtZwrsoXMYcYay4xAGXV5i9GpZp5w2pv3RmJzlm1iy_EZ_t4pIOpGd8Bd-vuHOWjARLH_2VIx2pVN1mAlRz00rLetp2jha2dMcua21eMraCwZBjwefuu_YTykYdh6VPMCSLY/s640/Santa+Bob+b-w.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"> I couldn't decide which of these to post- So enjoy them all.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I really should have posted them yesterday in case anyone</div><div style="text-align: center;">wanted to download them and send them as ecards.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh Well!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hope you all have a Happy Holiday!</div>oh mercyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11865004671333889415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2828942762876803885.post-41676874679144926362010-12-19T02:31:00.001-05:002010-12-19T02:38:24.157-05:00How Can I Explain- Part 2<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkij10voSOnMAvQT4-zBdctWCT97yR3ob5-Oz0mY7sxI_dUFPTh_2noiQXnsORipJkmwsEadIWEZqx2057638Wi5i4h4REoujqaOwhHnuWBXzjAENjFsicJGZRtoj4XN5IiRoZwNXEXng/s1600/3013-400x500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkij10voSOnMAvQT4-zBdctWCT97yR3ob5-Oz0mY7sxI_dUFPTh_2noiQXnsORipJkmwsEadIWEZqx2057638Wi5i4h4REoujqaOwhHnuWBXzjAENjFsicJGZRtoj4XN5IiRoZwNXEXng/s200/3013-400x500.jpg" width="176" /></a></div>So where was I?<br />
I was saying that Dylan became a man to me- what I mean by that is that he was no longer a composite of all the cliched labels that have been projected upon him.all the images of the past, the folkie Bob, the hipster Bob, the pastoral Bob, The Rolling Thunder Bob, the Gospel Bob, the Infidel Bob, the rock star Bob, Bob the enfant terrible, the enigma, the shape-shifter, the trickster, the re-inventor, the mage, the grump, the difficult, the elusive coalesced into a person. duh.<br />
I mean of course he was a person and I always saw him as such. But...<br />
<a name='more'></a> even with the knowledge that Bob Dylan was a person apart from the public image and personal projections you/I can't help but be affected by all these overlays that hid him from view- and perhaps that was the point, eh? Now those layers seemed to fall away, or perhaps they became a backdrop rather than a curtain. <i>ahhh- it breathes.</i> He's a man. a guy, twice divorced, maybe he has a love-hate relationship with his job. A dad to six (?) kids, an ex husband, a friend, a grandpa with a bumper sticker, a lover, a voracious reader. He is a a lover of words and The Word, a collector of stories and a weaver of images. Shy, sweet, stormy, mischevious, caustic, funny, mean, spiteful, generous cruel, kind, self aware. A very human being. Just like me. Just like you, like all of us, working through the world as best we can on our way home.<br />
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It isn't that I was always <i>mad</i> for Dylan.<br />
There have been waxing and waning stages of interest and fandom . When, as a teenager I first heard "Like a Rolling Stone" I went wild-at least as wild as an oppressed teenager could under the watchful eye of a control freak mother.I'd sing along when I heard it and I sang it by myself as I cleaned house or did the dishes after dinner. I was singing out of anger, hope and fear. Ripping into my parents and the neighborhood bullies that made my life hell. It didn't matter that the actual words seemed to be about love, loss, hurt, contempt and spite- at least to my inexperienced teenage ears. I wished as only a teen can that the tormentors would experience this loss of everything. Paradoxically I identified with the one asking and being asked "How does it feel..." Imitating Dylan's delivery, hoping dear mother would catch my passive aggressive drift I sang defiantly and with the kinship of misery connecting complete unknowns.<br />
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So yes, there was a profound impact on me in a purely personal way- but of course that is in hindsight. I am always amazed when people relate that the first time they heard Dylan the world changed for them and they knew with certainty that nothing would be the same. It wasn't like that with me. I could only hope that life would change, that I wouldn't always be that complete unknown, that I would find a way out and a direction "home"- to a place of warmth, welcome, nurture. I did not know how that could be accomplished - I guess i had some idea that I would magically be given the keys and know my way.<br />
As it turned out I had no sense of direction and if in fact I had the key I was ill prepared to use it. <br />
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I don't remember the next song and the next and the next that had profound impact- I think there was/is a cumulative effect over decades to tell you the truth. The songs are just there- as if they have always been there. I remember sitting in my HS friend's bedroom listening to him but I don't believe we had any long intense conversations about his lyrics and their meaning. In fact I don't recall ever having conversations on what hidden meanings were lurking, what secret messages were buried in those spectacular words.<br />
It seemed pretty clear and upfront to me. How many roads, really? Nothing hidden there- plain as day.<br />
How many roads can I dance down with one hand waving free?<br />
The songs that weren't clear statements, however layered and nuanced, didn't seem like they were concealing anti-government propaganda or the joys of drug taking. This isn't to say that there weren't layers of meaning and critique about power imbalances and injustice-but I wouldn't call them messages- they were the facts as experienced by Dylan, how he saw it in that moment in time. But hidden messages were unnecessary- As I moved out into the world, leaving an overly restrictive and oppressive childhood revolution was in the air- or so it seemed to a young, highly idealistic little girl lost looking for purpose and somewhere to belong. The whole world was becoming anti-government it seemed- drugs were everywhere, free love was around the corner--- literally--- though what was free about it I have yet to discover- perhaps this writing will clear that up for me. <br />
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Dylan's music was there as I wandered out of one prison and into another.into a series of others- each one looking like freedom and a place to call home at first.<br />
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And in a sense those traps we can fall into, those places of being stuck before moving on to the next one <i>are</i> our ways to freedom and home.<br />
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And this way of thinking, for better or worse the way I think has been directly influenced by Bob Dylan and the language that he uses. If you live with those words, listening, singing along, at times reading the lyrics over decades of time how could it be otherwise?<br />
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Hmmm-<br />
am I rambling?<br />
did I get from point A to point C and travel through point B on the way?<br />
It is late, I am tired and in need of the comfort of bed.<br />
I don't know if I re-read it all I would be able to make heads or tails- (tales?) out of this whole thing. <br />
I don't know if anything I said here has any bearing on anything or any meaning to anyone but myself.<br />
And I guess that has to be enough, eh?oh mercyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11865004671333889415noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2828942762876803885.post-8780845390058669092010-12-15T03:06:00.003-05:002010-12-15T19:11:33.116-05:00My Intentions Are Good...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb8csfXoTeLyaryrX_eKA67bvZMHNStZ3BuBPzmG2_ZBXG9RvdIw0k7fm5oGZPafCQoQ5GFakYxEqIk9sG_QP9l0kit68NQ-UlNv06NC-u3b3NucEhSD1wiYHycGnxCga-LiCOQy91YUI/s1600/Bob-Dylan+downcast+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb8csfXoTeLyaryrX_eKA67bvZMHNStZ3BuBPzmG2_ZBXG9RvdIw0k7fm5oGZPafCQoQ5GFakYxEqIk9sG_QP9l0kit68NQ-UlNv06NC-u3b3NucEhSD1wiYHycGnxCga-LiCOQy91YUI/s1600/Bob-Dylan+downcast+1.jpg" /></a></div>I once had a friend who told me she had decided that her epitaph would be <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">"She </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">Meant</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"> Well"</span><br />
which might not seem so funny to you and maybe you had to be there but we were hysterical.<br />
We decided mine would be "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">Her </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;">Intentions</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"> Were Good</span>."<br />
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So why am I bringing this up and what does it have to do with Bob Dylan?<br />
Well throughout the years with Bob different aspects of his music/art/life come to the forefront in my thoughts and appreciation. There is always something new to find in the lyrics, the phrasing and nuance on the recordings, the layers of meaning that open up piercing your heart or blowing your mind and giving a new personal revelation.<br />
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Lately however what I am finding most inspiring is Dylan's commitment to his art. It isn't as if I hadn't thought of it before- I've always admired his ability to grow, evolve, spread out from his center and find new places of creativity. Plus his ability to move forward through it all no matter what is astounding. Whatever critics said (good or bad) or how many times fans "turned" on him he just kept going and letting some kind of inner knowing guide him through. The best example of that is the "judas" performance/tour. As you watch footage from that tour you hear catcalls, boos, voices telling him to get off the stage, to go home. But look at him. He is contained- seemingly impervious. He hears it but he has this steely will to do what he came to do and he will not be driven from his purpose by the disapproval or hostility of others.<br />
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I used to think he wasn't affected by the harsh insults that were hurled at him. (not to mention the objects) But how could that be? Of course he was affected, who wouldn't be? But you can see the inner resolve in his face as he walks the stage, checks in with Robbie Robertson, sits and the piano, attempts a time or two to say something and then launches into <i>Ballad of a Thin Man</i> with utter conviction. (sorry, can't find a clip) This is what makes Dylan himself and not say-me- is that he seems to know that insults, harsh critics and hurt feelings do not matter in the grand scheme of things. Even if there is momentary discouragement, disappointment and even perhaps despair it does not matter. He will remain undeterred. He has a point and a purpose which he somehow seemed to know very early on- if not consciously certainly intuitively- and he will continue working hard and moving ever closer to the point, the purpose.<br />
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And then there is his remarkable work ethic. He doesn't stop, he's never stopped and God knows I don't want him to stop. ever. I watched Patti Smith with Steven Colbert earlier and she talked about the sacrificing one has to make to be an artist, the hard work one has to put in. Of course I thought about Bob and his constant working, honing, refining. Sacrificing.<br />
You have to be consistent and you have to find a way to not just motivate yourself but to believe in yourself. It isn't a part-time job to make art. It is a consuming, soul-making obligation. You have to do it, have to follow that path through the beauty and the terror or you wind up at the very least confused, inert, deadened. This is something I know to be true.<br />
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Now here is the thing- I do not have that work ethic- or rather, despite my good intentions <i>I do not know how</i> to keep putting one foot in front of the other, prioritize my days and make manifest the ideas for stories, essays, collages, wall hangings, jewelry, paintings and all manner of sketches and scribbles that fill notebooks and piles of random papers. I have the ideas- ideas are never a problem. I have the creative impulse along with the disappointment in myself that I cannot seem to ever bring to completion, to fruition any of the multiple aborted creative endeavors I have begun. They are scattered jewels that remain uncut. Or shattered.<br />
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I will not go into a recounting of all the paths of this lifetime longing to fulfill that <i>something</i> that remains elusive. Suffice it to say that I have made jewelry, studied acting, went to massage school, became a certified yoga instructor and have been to seminary. And I don't think that scratches the surface. I have spent a lot of time digging into the whys, wherefores and reasons. But I think that reasons- which were valid- eventually become excuses. At some point you have to push past your habit of fear, of feelings of inadequacy. You have got to stop believing in all the messages you were given that said you can't and reach down deep to find that kernel of truth, that God given desire and need that <i>knows</i> you can. You have to find a way to believe in yourself even if no one else ever has or ever will. Or else you just have to give up and get drunk.<br />
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So this is where I find myself with Bob Dylan these days. I am looking back over his 50 years of saying "I Can" and "I Will." I'm remembering the kid in high school that had the curtain brought down in the middle of his performance at the talent show. I am thinking about the young man who would not be deterred from his vision and who would not be owned by his fans or his peers or by public opinion. I am remembering the 30 something guy who took personal pain and turned it into something extraordinary and later followed the spirit into a deep personal experience with God and poured out gospel music that could make your hair stand on end- whether you were a Christian or not. I'm thinking about the man in mid life who says he lost his way and didn't feel he had anything more in him- yet somehow kept moving and experimenting, digging deep until a new well of creativity opened up and a new vein of artistry poured through. And now I'm watching this older man with a lifetime of personal and professional tragedies and triumphs continuing to keep on keeping on. He takes the limitations that come and turns them into strengths, uses them to create new facets in his art.<br />
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So-I watch this artist's journey and of course I think of my own stumbling. I look at him and the various transformations he has embodied and I see a man who has been living out the Jungian individuation process and telling the story of it. Maybe this is the greatest aspect of Bob Dylan's art, this example of always becoming.<br />
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Well, my <i>intention </i>was to just write a couple of paragraphs about how my intentions regarding this blog are good but my resistance and excuses get in the way. My intention is to post several times a week but the day goes by and pretty soon I think- well, I'll do it tomorrow. I even have some things written (on an old laptop without wifi and not connected to the net) that I meant to post but haven't gotten to yet. All I have to do is move it to my external harddrive and then move it to this desktop computer. What is my excuse?<br />
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well, my intentions are good.oh mercyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11865004671333889415noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2828942762876803885.post-14390671434693434342010-11-21T03:10:00.005-05:002010-11-21T04:04:44.539-05:00How Can I Explain- Part 1<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"></div> <i style="color: purple;"><b><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">HOW CAN I EXPLAIN...</span></b></i><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I don't know how it all got started. I don't know what has happened to my life.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I just know that one day things had changed in my relationship to Bob Dylan and his music. I heard him breathe, the sound of him taking a breath on some song I'd probably heard a few hundred times and from that moment on I thought about him differently. My thinking/feeling towards him deepened. His artistry became more real not just appreciative words. Rather than pulling him in I began moving out. It stopped being all about me and what his music gave-and gave- and gave to me and to all the other individuals who have been captivated by him, each according to their own knowing. Instead I began to hear the universality in his language on a new level. I began to feel the individuality of archetypes, those that inhabit his lyrics and those that appeared to come through him in his ever changing, seemingly shapeshifting personas. Paradoxically perhaps his unique personhood and simple humanity showed itself in that one breath. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">He became much more than the amazing artist I intermittently- though </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">often waxed rhapsodic about and extolled the amazing-ness of to any who would listen. I don't know, maybe it seems idiotic to say this but the best way I can express it is that- He became a man to me. </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> I'll explain what that means later but first let me backtrack and go over a little of my history as it relates to Bob.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Dylan has, more or less always been there. All the cliches that you read: "Voice of a generation," "Poet Laureate of Rock and Roll," "Folk Legend," "Cultural Icon" all those things have been part of the identity compartment Dylan had in my mind. He provided my life context in some ways. He articulated for me the inchoate ideas and feelings I had when growing up in a family I seemed to have no place in. "Too" sensitive, shy, physically and emotionally abused. I saw injustice, prejudice around me both personally and in the world. My perceptions, on the rare times I would speak them aloud were ridiculed or denounced in anger. I learned to be afraid, to keep my mouth shut most of the time and longed for escape.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">His words often gave me solace and comfort when no one else could or would, when no one was there in my journey.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i style="color: purple;"><b><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">To Be Continued...</span></b></i></span>oh mercyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11865004671333889415noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2828942762876803885.post-24870092593891357122010-11-02T10:17:00.026-04:002010-11-21T02:56:30.228-05:00digital dylanI have been working on some digital Dylan images for art journaling and I thought I ought to post them as they go rather than waiting till I have an art journal entry.<br />
Kind of a works in progress idea.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">An ACEO card-<br />
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An all Bob Etsy shop... What do you think?<br />
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As I was working on some digital collage and playing with images of Bob I thought of doing some prints and greeting cards for <a href="http://www.tatteredandtender.etsy.com/">my etsy shop</a>. (which I have been ignoring as of late- along with everything else) I had planned on doing some ATC/ACEO card sheets-Artists trade them back and forth as well as creating, trading and/or selling special editions for collectors- an inexpensive way to collect some original art. I've been creating sheets for other artists to use in their work- vintage images etc.<br />
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I have lists of ideas for Bob Themed art and crafty stuff including Jewelry, collage, handmade books, journals, mixed media etc.<br />
So then it occurred to me why not do a completely Bob Shop YES- I will I thought- as I mentioned in my last entry- I will be opening in the next week or two. I just need to get some stock ready. So for me that means the next month or two! LOL Trying to come up with a good name for it right now as I listen to his music.<br />
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Any ideas?oh mercyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11865004671333889415noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2828942762876803885.post-49921675497905724612010-11-01T15:19:00.002-04:002010-11-20T14:36:00.413-05:00Bob love on ETSYSince I am planning yet another etsy shop- I have 2, both of which I have been ignoring)this coming one will be pretty much all Dylan, all the time<br />
so I went over there started browsing the Dylan offerings (on <a href="http://www.etsy.com/">ETSY</a>) last night. Along with T-Shirts, hoodies, tank tops and infant onesies (toooo cute) there are button pins, earrings, magnets-<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/60345305/dylan?ref=sr_list_10&ga_search_query=bob+dylan&ga_search_type=handmade&ga_page=&order=&includes%5B0%5D=tags&includes%5B1%5D=title"></a>I thought these magnet gift sets from <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/60433925/bob-dylan-magnet-gift-set?ref=sr_list_3&ga_search_query=bob+dylan&ga_search_type=handmade&ga_page=&order=&includes%5B0%5D=tags&includes%5B1%5D=title">pretentious jewelry</a> were fun. She also has some funky rings and other items along the same lines. Cute gift ideas for your Bobette friends.<a href="http://ny-image3.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.188225195.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://ny-image3.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.188225195.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://ny-image1.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.180949197.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://ny-image1.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.180949197.jpg" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/60345305/dylan?ref=sr_list_10&ga_search_query=bob+dylan&ga_search_type=handmade&ga_page=&order=&includes%5B0%5D=tags&includes%5B1%5D=title"></a>and I thought this one (above) from <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/58263312/chaos-is-a-friend-of-mine-8x10-archival?ref=sr_list_8&ga_search_query=bob+dylan&ga_search_type=handmade&ga_page=&order=&includes%5B0%5D=tags&includes%5B1%5D=title">Sunny Champagne</a> was interesting.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><a href="http://ny-image3.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.187369775.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://ny-image3.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.187369775.jpg" width="114" /></a>And this mixed media triptych from <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/60181066/tambourine-man-mixed-media-prints-on?ref=sr_list_18&ga_search_query=bob+dylan&ga_search_type=handmade&ga_page=&order=&includes%5B0%5D=tags&includes%5B1%5D=title">retrowhale</a> is pretty darn cool if you ask me- which you didn't.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">There are also coasters, bowls and clocks made from Dylan Vinyl and other things of that nature. Lots of different art work: collage, paintings, drawings digital and more. I like a lot of the prints I saw. Lots of these lyric quote prints.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://ny-image1.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.186308633.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://ny-image1.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.186308633.jpg" width="296" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This print (above) is from <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/59861801/how-many-times-can-a-man-turn-his-head?ref=sr_list_30&ga_search_query=bob+dylan&ga_search_type=handmade&ga_page=3&order=price_desc&includes%5B0%5D=tags&includes%5B1%5D=title">bird ave</a>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://ny-image2.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.182101018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://ny-image2.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.182101018.jpg" width="246" /></a>And some typographic kinds of prints, this one from <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/58605033/ill-let-you-be-in-my-dreams-if-i-can-be?ref=sr_list_2&ga_search_query=bob+dylan&ga_search_type=handmade&ga_page=&order=&includes%5B0%5D=tags&includes%5B1%5D=title">total illustration</a> is printed on canvas paper and there are some done on wood panels as well. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The other one I<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"> really, really, really</span></span></b> like is this guitar case from <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/38470479/bob-dylans-forgetful-heart">Sound Box Designs.</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">I don't know why but the picture of this item will not load from the URL or from my computer.</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Click the link above though to check it out- it is very cool IMHO.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I don't play guitar but it makes me want to. It would look great on a wall though- $85.00 seems very reasonable- though I can't afford it. A great Christmas present for your favorite Dylan man or woman?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">There are lots more items, cuff-links, makeup bags, purses, posters and even an embroidered sampler. I'll be posting these shopping treats occasionally and no- I don't get any kind of remuneration, the shops do not know this blog or that I am posting- though I will email them afterwards to let them know.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Eventually I'll figure out how to create separate pages for different kinds/categories of entries- but not today. Its late.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<i>"...busy being born"</i> in the language of Jungian psychology speaks to the journey of individuation. For me Bob Dylan's art is a living illustration of that journey. I would say it goes further than that. Dylan <i>is</i> his art, he is continually "being born," always becoming. I have grown to see his life/art as an example of someone living that journey as authentically and true as is possible<br />
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Of course no matter what I say about Bob Dylan it is always subjective. I know that my idea of who he is, what his words might mean or why he does this or that is only my projection. Knowing this however does not keep me from indulging my curiosity about the artist as man and occasionally speculating and wondering "Who is this guy!?"<br />
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Still, as interesting- hell, as fascinating as the man and his life may be the language that he uses is what knocks me over. It may or may not reveal something about him and either way it doesn't really matter does it? More importantly is what his art reveals to me about me and my inner journey as the insight gained about the human condition and the world we find ourselves in.<br />
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When I read a book or poem or passage of scripture the author's meaning is only one layer. If the work is good, if it is living then that layer is only the foundation and the succeeding layers of meaning I bring with the lens I look through, how open I am to being moved and the attention I can give to that movement. If the work is very, very good then it will grow and change and acquire deeper meanings, give different understandings as my life experience changes the way I look at life. Constitutional scholars say the Constitution is a living document. Theologians say that the Bible is alive, a living thing that continues to enlighten, comfort, challenge those who choose it as a companion of sorts.<br />
I say that Dylan's work is alive in the same way. Will his work still be relevant in 200 years? 500? a 1000? I have no idea. I do think that as long as there is social injustice many of his pieces will still speak to new generations.<br />
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This blog therefore is not so much about Bob Dylan and what I think he meant when he wrote or sang this or that though I know I will not be able to stay away from enjoying that guilty pleasure on occasion.<br />
Instead my hope for this blog is to explore the place where his language and my experience meet on this journey. Down in the very core of us I do not believe that we, as people inhabiting a life are all that different. I'm hoping that my explorations will resonate and/or open up some personal moment of understanding for the reader.<br />
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As I write this I am realizing how difficult it is to describe a dream, an idea, what you have not yet done. I want to say more and more and more describing how I came to need to do this.<br />
YES- I have a need to do this.<br />
I feel intimidated, inadequate, worried that I will not succeed. Fear that I will either be too serious or too shallow and sophomoric or I will just not be able to see clearly enough to follow the path and express the moments- which, truth be told can never be adequately spoken. The moment comes, ineffable, numinous- and then it is gone. You try to explain and you really can't convey how your mind got blown or why tears welled up or why you burst out laughing.<br />
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Oh my, I sound so serious- someone bring in the jesters and the clowns!<br />
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Anyway- I plan to be autobiographical- personal and self revelatory in hopefully odd and interesting ways- odd to you, interesting to me fortunately! LOL<br />
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</div>coming soon- how Bob Dylan became my imaginary boyfriend and how that was more true than I knew when I began proclaiming it!oh mercyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11865004671333889415noreply@blogger.com0