When the Saints go Marching in
When the Saints go Marching in
We are traveling in the footsteps Of those who’ve gone before And we’ll all be reunited On a new and sunlit shore…
When the Saints go Marching in
We are traveling in the footsteps Of those who’ve gone before And we’ll all be reunited On a new and sunlit shore…
The Waves at Jagannatha Puri
The Puri waves, the Puri waves catch your metaphor in rise and fall of waves on beach. Don’t go too far out! But what is the length of each piece, chorus, stanza? It’s shallow—five breaths and two sonatas—no longer. It’s all here in trance and steno pad. This age it’s all computers, but I don’t go for that. The Puri stanzas. Roll in in praise of Gaurariga…
Songs of a Hare Krsna Man
The poem series, Songs of a Hare Krsna Man, came to me after hearing Allen Ginsberg read on a recording Jack Kerouac’s Mexico City Blues (242 Choruses). Kerouac prefaces his poems with this Note…
Can a White Man Be A Haribol
It’s important to me to both write without pretension and to discuss Krsna consciousness. Is it possible to make a pretentious presentation of Krsna consciousness? Sure, if I am trying to show off my learning (a Vallabhacarya’s pride) instead of glorifying Krsna, or if I speak of Krsna without real faith, impersonally, or from way beyond my realization…
Breaking the Silence
See that moon, that book by SDG? I see spots on it, like a rabbit. Yeah, but see the glow? The sincere art? The total—oh well, not total, but the attempt to report the struggle and joy of release from sin by the process of devotional service? Yes, I see it. But where is he at? Is he approved? Yes, gentle reader, I approve it. I am writing for myself—for myself and a ladybug, at which I can gently puff my breath…
Given Time
November 1, 1998
Make fun of the Bhaktivedanta Vedabase from a computer- illiterate’s point of view? As if the spiritual master can be caught in a byte. No, no, you’ll just show yourself ignorant and nonspiritual.