Ganglion of Lightnings • 28 January 2011

Sri Durga Bhavan

 

Looking for your light,

I went out:

     it was like the sudden dawn

     of a million million suns,

 

     a ganglion of lightnings

     for my wonder.

 

     O Lord of Caves,

     if you are light,

     there can be no metaphor.

 

     –Allama Prabhu

12th century son of Karnataka, cartographer of nadis, bard of Shiva, and poet of the mystical zero

14 Comments

  • Posted 28 January 2011 at 8:10 am | #

    More

    and a little more

  • Posted 28 January 2011 at 5:39 pm | #

    kazam.

  • e&sj
    Posted 28 January 2011 at 9:48 pm | #

    cystic and yet so cryptic. love the pic – brings back memories.

  • Posted 28 January 2011 at 10:59 pm | #

    Nice

  • Posted 29 January 2011 at 12:21 pm | #
  • Posted 29 January 2011 at 1:49 pm | #

    It is great fun when Sir Richard emerges from his many caves (heart, sacrum, etc) and speaks as the contemporary <i>Vachanakara</i> i think he is.

    I did not know the name of Allama Prabhu before this post. Thank you for the introduction.

  • Posted 29 January 2011 at 2:11 pm | #

    that is a gorgeous photo.

  • e&sj
    Posted 31 January 2011 at 2:19 pm | #

    You have demo’d the “dosa barrel” at sunrise and many a madman has sought its flavorly tubular essence only to be wiped out by its spicy closeouts or as we used to call them – TOAD’s – take off and die. Congrats are in order.

    Missing your missives on misty-eyed myopic Mysorian manipulations and machinations. How is one to live vicariously?

  • Posted 31 January 2011 at 3:58 pm | #

    Cocco 🙂

    Sara XXXXXXXX

    Claudia… how great to sit down together and have a real conversation. You’re a genuine, beautiful person; I’m happy to know you’re for real and to have you in the ‘sphere.

    Jamie, he’s honestly GOOD. Ecstatic Shiva worshipper. Check out his other writings. I’m sure the translations are god effing awful, but he’s still GOOD.

    Also, this morning in our subtle body/ ayurveda/ massage course, we started with an hourlong lecture on Kalidasa. Gorgeous. He once wrote a poem to a cloud, telling it exactly how to find his lover a season later in a neighboring town. Commentators have noted that the weather patters still behave in similar fashion. I’d just thought Kalidasa was the road you take to Loyal World…

    I meant it as a half-pipe, yes, ESJ.

    Miss writing a lot, and am a bit miffed to have made it here so seldom this month. Just now settled in a place where it’ll be easy to write, and some of the extracurriculars wind up late next week. soon…

    About vicariousness, insideinside and outside owls are there. You may know what I mean by this – don’t query if it makes no sense. XXOOVO

  • Posted 1 February 2011 at 12:09 am | #

    Ah Loyal World, sweet Loyal World… did ever the name of a department (?) store so perfectly capture the hopes and dreams of the shopping public? Well, except for that time when all I wanted in life was wooden clothes pins but that’s a sad story for another day.

  • Posted 1 February 2011 at 2:43 am | #

    The plastic shopping bags are printed with the message:

    ENJOY THE PASSION OF SHOPPING AT LOYAL WORLD.

    Okay.

  • Posted 1 February 2011 at 3:18 pm | #

    🙂

  • Posted 2 February 2011 at 12:40 am | #

    I love how that picture you took bleeds into the margin. It’s somehow perfect, blinding all the categories.

    Asia can get away with overblown slogans. It’s like the pollution.

    Here’s mine: I picked up a cheap notebook at the sorta-supermarket in Bali. On the cover is a huge-headed cartoon dog with what looks like two black eyes: “Funky Doggy.” The caption reads, “When you’re happy makes me feel so good/ when you sad I feel the same way too.” Theoretically talking to anyone who opens the notebook.

    At the footer of each page is a maxim, “You’ll never know until you’ve tried”, etc.

    Why go moleskin?

  • Posted 7 February 2011 at 9:21 pm | #

    Owl, I love that every time I come back here to see if you’ve posted anew, I meet the ganglion dude. Reason enough for blogsphere quiet.

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