21950Re: The Seeker-Writer: A Rhyming Play
- Feb 3, 2008Dear Sumangali, I'm sorry you've been having migraines. I hope whoever
is holding the teapot at the moment will pour you some tea. :-)
Sometimes I'm too optimistic. On a good day you may get tea; on a bad
day you may get stone silence, or someone may throw wet teabags! (I
hope not. I just finished cleaning the white formica near the Search
If I understand you, your self-help cure is to either curl up like a
dog or write like Hildegard von Bingen! - both novel solutions.
I do appreciate that you're trying to get into the whole "posting
about minor ailments" thing. I give you an "A" for effort; especially
since it does not come naturally to you. When I said you had
"austerity," I meant that you do not need so much sympathy as others.
You're used to ignoring minor ailments as something not worth speaking
about. You have bigger fish to fry.
IMHO, to elicit maximum sympathy you need a phrase like "My head hurt
so bad that..." [fill in the blank].* With your poetic imagination,
you're bound to come up with something. Once you've got the reader
picturing your migraine in graphic terms, it will be easier for
him/her to commiserate. And do wear the old shawl - nothing furry that
Kamalakanta can make jokes about - like the squirrel saying "Mama!" to
your coat (#20795).
Now if migraines can really provoke such inspired writing (or music
composition) as you suggest, I can only reply by asking: Where did I
put that ballpeen hammer? I shall do the offices while singing the
song Purnakama mentioned in #21730:
"I am so fortunate,
I am so fortunate!
God knocks my head off,
When I enjoy self-doubt lemonade."
If someone were making a musical about the French Revolution...
I haven't heard the name Hildegard von Bingen** in awhile. I remember
there was an HVB craze a few years ago, but it seems to have died out.
Maybe she reincarnated as a member of Shindhu.
> ...I never made it to Girl Guides. A few weeks ofYou may remember this snippet by Sri Chinmoy:
> Bluebirds was more than enough for me, sent home from
> camp after 3 days when I lost in an ugly bout with
"At the age of twelve I became an orphan. Now at the age of forty I
have become a spiritual Father of four hundred sweet spiritual
orphans. What a divine compensation! What an incredible bargain!"
Like that, you flunked out of Bluebirds; but a few years later you got
a Guru who drew thousands and millions of blue birds!
Earlier I was listening to Sri Chinmoy's song "The Bluebird" performed
by Shindhu; also Ananda singing "Sundara Hate" (great version!); and
Guru singing "Aj Agamanir Abahane" (a traditional song of India) a
cappella. That is one of his best short vocal performances, I think.
His voice fills the hall beautifully.
(What music I am listening to at any given moment is a big part of my
life, so according to my quirky inner logic, it makes sense that I
would divulge this in reply to your post about minor ailments.)
I've been consuming mass quantities of Sri Chinmoy's music in various
forms. I looped Purnakama's "6 Songs For Christmas" in preparation for
possibly joining her thread about singing. Later, I listened to The
Blessingful Descent of Mother Saraswati, with its 38-minute piano
piece. Amazing! Then the organ recital from Reykjavik, March 2003.
That has got to be one of Sri Chinmoy's all time great avant-garde
performances, with the pipe organ augmented by chimes and a bird
whistle. Listening to it, I was thinking: "Oh God, I love this man so
And on that note, I will leave you all...
*A phrase like "My head hurt so bad I started writing like Hildegard
von Bingen" will not arouse much sympathy.
**Not to be confused with the German compulsive gambler, Hildegard von
--- In Sri_Chinmoy_Inspiration@yahoogroups.com, sumangali_m
> In your message #21566 you kindly referred to my post #21515 as...
> "golden" and "moving". That surprised me, as I was in the middle of a
> migraine when I wrote it. Usually I would curl up like a wounded dog
> at a such a time, but I decided to exercise a little
> self-transcendence, as it encroached on my only window of
> writing-opportunity during that week.
- << Previous post in topic Next post in topic >>