Saturday, July 28, 2007


I first got interested in Sanskrit when I was studying German. English and German both belong to the larger family of languages called Indo-European, sharing common roots in or with Sanskrit. I was really excited to find this out and even signed up for Urdu at one point.

Reading Rainer Maria Rilke's passionate and mystical Duino Elegies eventually led me to Rumi and Hafiz and other Sufi poets. Then I spent ten years in a band, devoted myself entirely to music, and the connection mostly languished until in January I stumbled onto a book by Inayat Khan, a Sufi musician and thinker who taught in the early 20th century.

Khan uses music as the basis for a whole cosmoglogy. And he refuses any dichotomy between material and intelligence, saying that spirit and matter are grosser or finer expressions of the same stuff--sound. Having been raised a deist and then spent my 20's as a philosophical materialist , I was fascinated to find a cosmology that didn't assume an unspannable gap between the two. And as a musician I already believed that music is capable of anything and at the center of everything anyway.

I mull over stuff like this in the background of my head most of the day. But there aren't often times when it seems appropriate to break it down with people. Most of the time I try to live out my questions and act on my hunches instead. Lately more so, that's definitely the case.

It all burbled up in that last post. I haven't fallen off the deep end. I was just kissing my own reflection on the water like Narcissus!--a little too in love with the sound of my own voice. Thus the quirky sudden Sanskrit/Hebrew/chant-y sign-off at the end of that blog post. Never fear, dear reader! For today we close quite simply

Cheers!
or just plain love
K
ps cousin Ashley just reminded me Siddhartha was the first book I ever read in German. heh

1 Comments:

At 10:33 AM, Blogger caithlin de marrais said...

blue wombat, already.

 

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