The Holy Gospel according to the Prairie Messiah

Like a myth you rode in from the west. From the go you had my button pressed. Did the tea-time of your soul Make you long for wilder days? Did you never let Jack Kerouac Wash over you in waves?

Monday, March 20, 2006

Here we come, walkin' down the street. We get the funniest looks from ev'ry one we meet.

Well, I did go and see those monks Friday night. It was honestly like nothing else I have ever experienced in my entire life. They sang, danced, chanted and even laughed a little bit. I could tell that even though they took their craft very seriously, but not so much themselves. The emcee/monk was especially charming. Their dancing was fantabulous. I mean truly wonderful, and harmonious chanting was calming. The multi-phonic chanting was pretty bizarre. Even though I recognize that it must be very difficult to place oneself in a semi-meditated state and sing three notes simultaneously through one voice, essentially singing a chord, I could not help but think that sounded a little bit like a pond full of bullfrogs. I did buy some of the best incense ever while I was there. It was a good time, even though I went alone.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

The monks sound awesome. I'd go see them if they came to NoVA.

3:11 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Sadly, they had dismantled the sand mandala before the show, and I never made it over to Brown Gymnasium to see it beforehand, but I did enjoy their performance at the auditorium very much.

I also found it interesting that the senior monk was a refugee from the communist takeover of Tibet in 1959. Their monastery is located in Southern India now.

3:28 PM  

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