Wednesday, March 23, 2022

A Note on Whitman's Life (1819-1892)

 

   

                 


             

 

Walt Whitman was born to Walter and Louisa Van Velsor Whitman in Huntington on Long Island on May 31, 1819. His parents took interest in Quaker principles and ideals. Whitman was the second of nine children. At the age of four, Whitman’s family moved from West Hills to Brooklyn. At the age of eleven Whitman left school and worked as an office boy for two lawyers. Later he worked as an apprentice in a printing press for the weekly Long Island newspaper “Patriot” edited by Samuel E.Clements. Later he worked for another printer, Erastus Worthington in Brooklyn.

 

 His family moved back to West Hills but Whitman remained in Brooklyn and took up a job in the office of the Whig weekly newspaper, ” Long Island Star.’ During this time Whitman anonymously published some of his poems in the "New York Mirror". At the age of sixteen in May 1835, Whitman moved to New York to work as a compositor but lost his job when there was a severe fire in the printing press. So, in May 1836 he went to Hempstead, Long Island to join his family. Whitman taught at various schools though he was not satisfied with his teaching profession.

 Later he went back to Huntington, New York to set up his own newspaper “Long Islander” but after ten months he sold his newspaper publication to E.O.Cromwell.  Later he went to work as a teacher at Southold, New York. During this period Whitman published a series of ten editorials called “Sun-down Papers-From the Desk of a School Master” in three newspapers between 1840 and 1841. Whitman moved to New York again to work for various newspapers like “Brooklyn Eagle” and “Aurora”. He showed interest in Italian opera and reviewed performances of works by Bellini, Donizetti and Verdi. This new interest had an impact on his writing of free verse. Throughout 1840s he contributed fiction and poetry to various periodicals. In 1848 he lost his position at the Brooklyn Eagle. He tried his hand in various literary genres like the novel, biography and nonfiction.

 

 In 1850 he decided to become a poet. He wished to write a distinctly American epic and used free verse with a cadence based on the Bible. By the end of 1855 he printed the first edition of Leaves of Grass with his own money.  Unlike heroic characters in traditional epic, in this American epic, lives of common people are portrayed in prose-like poetic form. It also dealt with the impact of modern urbanization, scientific advancement and industrial expansion. He used simple and realistic symbols with multiple meanings. He used rhetorical and rhythmic style with long flowing lines giving a broad spectrum of American life and culture.

 

 The first edition has a prose preface of 827 lines. The famous poem “Song of Myself” is included in this first edition. This first edition gained popularity owing to its commendation from Emerson who wrote a five-page letter to Whitman praising his poetry. Whitman added this complimentary quote of Emerson (“I greet you at the beginning of a great career…”) to his second edition with twenty additional poems in 1856. "The Leaves of Grass" was revised again 1860. Later he went on adding more poems and publishing the collection till his death in 1892. Whitman got a very clear picture of the Civil war from his brother, George who joined the Union army. Whitman was very much moved by the war scenes. In Washinton D.C. He volunteered as a nurse in the army hospitals. Later he tried in to get a post in Government with a letter of recommendation from Emerson.  At last, with the help of William Douglas O’ Connor, a poet and editor of The Saturday Evening Post, he got a better job as a clerk in Jan 1865 in the Bureau of Indian Affairs in the Department of the Interior.

 

During this time, he published “Drum taps” a poetic description of the war experiences. But in June 1865 he was fired from his job by the Iowa Senator who found some objectionable content inn Whitman’s 1860 edition of Leaves of grass. Whitman’s poet-friend, William Douglas, defended Whitman in his biographical study “The Good Grey Poet” in Jan 1866. Whitman’s poem “O Captain! My Captain” on the death of Abraham Lincoln also helped in increasing his popularity. His contact and interaction with confederate soldiers at Attorney general’s office afforded him a chance to know more about the war conditions.

 

 In 1866 he prepared a new edition of Leaves of Grass and published it in 1867. In Feb 1868 with the help of William Michael Rossetti his poems were published in England. This edition became very much popular due to complimentary remarks from the writer, Anne Gilchrist. In 1871 another edition of Leaves of Grass was published. In the same year Whitman published “Democratic Vistas”, a collection of three essays in which he expressed his views about the role of democracy in establishing a new cultural foundation for America. In this work Whitman condemned corruption and greed of the post-civil war materialism that had overtaken the country and advocated the creative role of literature in shaping the future cultural identity of America.

  

Whitman worked in Attorney General’s office till January 1872. He spent much of his time in 1872 in nursing his mother who was struggling with arthritis. After suffering from a paralytic stroke in early 1873 he moved to his brother George Washington Whitman’s house at 431, Stevens Street in Camden, New Jersey. His mother died in the same year in May. During his stay there he published three versions of Leaves of Grass. Famous writers like Oscar Wilde and Thomas Eakins visited him. Whitman bought his own house in 1884 at 328 Mickle Street (now 330 Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Boulevard) as his brother and sister-in-law moved away due to business reasons. His neighbour, Mary Oakes Davis, the widow of a sea captain, served as his house keeper as Whitman was mostly bed-ridden.

 

 During this period, he produced editions of 1876, 1881, and 1889. At the end of 1891 he prepared a final edition of Leaves of grass (nicknamed as Deathbed edition). Whitman died on March, 1892. Four days after his death he was buried in his tomb at Harleigh Cemetery in Camden. Whitman is forever remembered as the first “poet of democracy” and one cannot understand America without reading Whitman’s leaves of Grass. Andrew Carnegie rightly called him “the great poet of America”.

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            " I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable,

I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world."

                                           --- Song of Myself -- Whitman.

Monday, March 14, 2022

Yellow Leaves

 

           

    

                        

1)         We are not alone, Dear Friends!

             Though our close bonds are out of sight

             Their hopes and wishes will not blight;

             Our past memories that we ever cherish

             To cheer our hearts even though they vanish;

             Even in dreams they shine with unusual glow

             Unseen melodies our inner feelings flow.

 

2)          We are not alone, Dear Friends!

              Our dearest kin may have been too far away;

              Still, we can communicate in every way;

              What matters is to feel our bosoms near

              True exchange of warmth with conscience clear.

              And Time cannot wipe out the precious store

              Of memories safe within our inmost core.              

 

3)           We are not alone, Dear Friends!

               Our faithful friends who forever stay

               Our mentors they are, by night and day;

               Our greatest teachers with thoughts sublime

               Who strengthen and comfort us in difficult times;

               Our books, wise counsellors, our dearest mates

               Rich mines of beauty and knowledge great.

 

4)            We are not alone, Dear Friends!

               Though our busy schedule is over;

               Though we have no profession or power;             

               Though we feel unwell and tired sometimes

               To grieve over present, a hopeless pastime;

               Though age has slackened and made us weak

                In spirit’s inner strength, true hope we seek;

 

5)            We are not alone, Dear Friends!

                Our age might have made us pale and yellow;

                And yet our life made us a little wise and mellow;

                At this ripe age, we should never complain

                No scope for past regrets, tensions and strain;

                If not, you beckon more troubles and ills

                Do not make mountains out of mole-hills.

 

6)            We are not alone, Dear Friends!

                Our dearest people have vanished from our sight

                 Don’t feel depressed, sunk in despair and fright;

                 Don’t get stuck up in worthless grief;

                 Be assured they found true peace and relief;

                 We are not an exception; all have to go

                 An eternal journey in Time’s endless flow.

 

7)             We are not alone, Dear Friends!

                 We dwell here and beyond our breath

                 After we pass through caverns of death;                

                 Our lives move on to goals unknown

                 What we think ours, we will not own;

                  Entangled in web 0f woes we never tried

                  To feel our eternal support and friend beside.               

 

8)             We are not alone, Dear Friends!

                 In course of time our relationships change

                 With changing circumstances and age;

                 Our true consistent friend, our eternal guide

                 In life and death near us doth ever abide;             

                 One who stands by but beyond our sight; 

                 Trust Him, almighty Lord, effulgent and bright.

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       14th March, 2022                           Somaseshu Gutala

         

                

               

                

            

              

              

        

Monday, February 28, 2022

An Epistle to his Friend

                    


 

    Dear Friend! Which muse shall I invoke

    To praise your magnanimous acts? A stroke

    Of luck it seems for me to have in you

    A helping, noble-minded soul: in you

    A humane understanding do I find

    Unasked you blest me with your favour kind;

    Like the radiant sun which warms us all

    And breathes vital life without our call;

    Like the rain that pours itself from skies

    To water our fields and touches us with love

    Like God-sent benediction from above;

    Like the fruit-trees and flower-laden bush

    Like the cool moon in cloudy silver hush;

    A noble trait of God, to help unasked, I know;

    In you I find with gratitude I bow;

   How oft we see men with supreme intellect keen?

   How oft we see shrewd statesmen with jealousy green?

   And yet they lack the sincere spirit to feel

   The pulse of people and work for their weal;

   Your fluent speech on various occasions I hear

   Your wide horizons of knowledge I cheer;

   Your fond memories of old friends commend

   Your timely assistance to me a god-send;

   Reminds me of Krishna’s love and noble act

   Of blessing his friend with wealth, unsought;

   May God with all His might and mercy bless

   Thee as you did to me to ease my stress;

   May God bestow real peace and prosperity

   In all your walks of life with amity;

  This humble soul’s weak poetic greeting, may

  Please accept with a friendly smile, I pray.


           
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   28th February, 2022                     Somaseshu Gutala 

 

 

  

 

        

Friday, February 18, 2022

ODE TO Solitude

 

                               

   1)     Thou, dark mistress of silent tread!

            Afraid of thy grim looks I fled

            Yearning for human touch and tongue;

            No heavenly peace from thee has sprung

            No saint-like blessed mood

             No angelic revelation stood.

 

2)       Shadow of me wherever I go

           I dread to see thy tight-lipped face

           Thou hast not unlocked thy breast

           No heart-throbbing outflow

           Of feelings or friendly grace

           To stir my lonely bosom’s nest.

 

3)        No rosy passionate glow

           A sullen frowning brow; a slow

           Dragging pace as if ages passed

           With stony silence embossed;

            No lilt of dynamic warmth infused

            Thy iron grip makes me confused.


4)        Where are the charms that sages found in thee?

            What bliss serene that saints in thee have seen?

            What poetic zeal uplifted bards with glee?

            What made lovers seek relief in their grief?

            What made them in thee repose their belief?

            A dreary desolate island thou art

           With dreadful stillness in darkness caught.      

 

5)       Like a beast confined in a den

           Bereft of worldly vision;

           Thou, creature of the underworld

           Dark denizen of mystery hurled

           No friendly smile unfolds thy heart;

           Wedded to dark stillness thou art

           I know of weakened souls who depart

           Unable to forbear thy sickly state;

           Thy touch, a chilling reminder of our final fate.

 

6)        No praising paeans can I write

           Dumb, devilish sprite thou art;

           Breeding dark, melancholy thoughts;

           Gorgonic terror breeds thy sight

           No hopeful warmth, no prospects bright

           No philosophical magnitude

           Of noble thoughts, no positive attitude.

 

7)        Thou, sister of old age and death!

            Our final destination cold;

            Let loose thy weighty fetters hold;

            Before thy black gaze my weak breath

            Aggrieved runs like a deer

            Thy presence, a spine-chilling flash of fear;

             Thy bitter cup—none relishes, no cheer;

             May be a sage with godly mystic vision

             May be a bedlam fit for derision.

 

8)          And yet I keep thee in my bosom’s shrine

              Beyond the maddening din of reality;

              I choose thy serious, silent dusky mien;

              Untouched by transient fleeting levity;

              In thy dark depths I delve to find

              Thoughts too deep to my shallow mind;

              Like a diver I give up myself

              To view undiscovered precious pelf;

              Beyond the outer gleam of things

              Thy presence plucks my poetic strings.

  

9)           Welcome, dark denizen of my heart!

               Thy hard gaze hath its benign part;

                Show me thy mystic charms

                Glide swan-like with unseen tremor

                Into me with smooth gliding murmur.

 

10)           Like hard-shelled fruits with sweetest core

                 I feel thy delicious touch; no more

                 I shun thy serious looks that seem unkind;

                 A placid joy beyond outer veil I find

                 Be my life-long companion; come along                

                 Teach me thy peace and fortitude strong.

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                            (O Solitude! where are the charms

                         That sages have seen in thy face?) – William Cowper.    

Gorgonic – monstrous : derived from the Greek monster, the Gorgon, who could turn anyone who looked at her into stone.

  Mien --- appearance   

          

     18th February, 2022                 Somaseshu Gutala

Tuesday, February 8, 2022

ODE TO MY MIND

 


          

                                               

  1.    How oft should I admonish you, Oh Mind!

         With you, I do not wish to be unkind;

         Though to my warnings you turned blind

          Oft crossing the limits meant for good

          You raged like a beast out of mood.


2.       How oft I warned you like a friend

          You rashly frowned, your ways you did not mend;

          With sense of defeat, you filled your heart

          And made others too sad for want of thought;

          In easy snare of pleasures, you were caught.


3.       What use your knowledge and wit I say

           You made your life a sordid play

           Of vicious thoughts and went astray;

           No ideals you have kept, a sheer pell-mell   

           No system, no rules, a confounded hell.


4.         A creature of chance in jig-jag ways

            You spent your fleeting days in idle ways

            Your words mismatched with your deeds

             A stagnant pool of idle creeds;

            While idle thoughts grow rapid like weeds.


5.         Of moral ways and goals so much you raved

            And yet to fleeting pleasures yourself enslaved;

            A road to hell with good intentions paved

            No more can I stand thy ways and wait

            I have to check thy ways and set you right.

 

6.         No more can I let loose thy senses free

            No more can I allow thy flippant spree

            Guided by reason you should strive

             In fickle ways you cannot thrive

             Listen to me; your hopes revive.


7.         Vain arguments lead you nowhere

            No reckless freedom can I spare;

            The yoke of morals you have to bear

            No tearful appeals, no pleading looks

            No clever allusions from learned books.


8.         No noble feelings you felt within

            In vain illusions do you spin;

            No feel of repentance or sin;

            No service motive for mankind

            In trivial worries yourself grind.

 

9.        Oh, Mind! Be calm like a bird in cage

            A beast deprived of furious rage

            Listen to me: my advice sage

            Haste not; be not a passion’s thrall

            Be wise and patient; act for good of all.


10.       Cool down, my mind, listen to noble call

            Find peace in helpful acts, though small

            You need not crave for ideals tall

            Please act with earnest faith in God

            He will guide you- no more discord.


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     8th February, 2022                       Somaseshu Gutala

 

 

 

            

Monday, January 24, 2022

A Prayer



                  Prayer is the nearest approach to God




 

                              

  1)  A feeling gushing out like a water spring

       A feeling that moves our bosom to tears

       A feeling that strengthens and removes our fears

       A feeling that inspires us to merrily sing

       A feeling that lightens our hearts to swing

       A feeling that soothes our souls and comfort brings.

 

2)   A feeling that makes us forget our self

      A feeling that fills our hearts with joy unknown

      A feeling that makes us secure, and not alone;

      A feeling that makes us free from power and pelf;

      A feeling that makes us see a spark of Thine

      A feeling that gives relief from stress and strain.

 

3)  A feeling that gives satisfaction sweet

      A feeling that wipes off dividing lines

      A feeling that removes our worries vain

      A feeling that shows thee in every bird and beast.

      A feeling that strikes at our egoistic pride

      A feeling that broadens our vision clear and wide.

 

  4)  A prayer is not a social bargain     

       A prayer is not a business pact

       A prayer is not a mutual contract     

       A prayer is not a struggle, a craving for gain.

       A prayer is not just asking favours from God

       A prayer is not just offering gifts and praising Lord.

 

5)  A prayer is not doing rituals with expense great

     A prayer is not chanting Thy name without a break

     A prayer is not sacrificing beasts for Thy sake;

     A prayer is not to show off one’s status and state;

     A prayer is not a competitive trade

     A prayer is not a provocative tirade.   

 

6)  A prayer done with a sincere heart     

     A prayer done with no egoistic show;

     A prayer done with spontaneous feelings’ flow

     A prayer done irrespective of creed and caste

     A prayer done with noble and selfless thoughts

     A prayer true--with no diversions fraught.

 

6)   Wide knowledge and learning cannot reveal

       Adamant votive rites and sacrifices huge

       Will not lead us to seek God’s grace and refuge;

       Neither philosophy nor artistic skills;

       Neither visiting shrines or sacred spots

       Only surrender with a sincere selfless heart.

 

7)    A prayer reveals Thy all-pervading powers

        A prayer manifests Thy mysterious grace;

        A prayer transforms and checks our wayward ways;

        A prayer bestows peace and blessings showers;

        A prayer our sole support to reach Thy lotus-feet

        A prayer humbles our pride with devotion sweet.

 

8)    A prayer is the rising rose of dawn within

        A prayer is the star that shows our goal

        A prayer is the spiritual bread for our soul

        A prayer unfolds our hearts to repent for our sins;

        A prayer nourishes hope and strengthens our trust

        A prayer resurrects our soul from earthly dust.

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              Prayer should be the key of the day

              and the lock of the night." George Herbert

                                                              

          25th January, 2022                         Somaseshu Gutala        

     


    


                       

       

       

 

    

 

 

     

 




     

                                 

Tuesday, January 11, 2022

My Visit to Kaleshwara Mukteshwara Temple, Kaleshwaram (Telangana)

  











Prowda Saraswati

                                            

Sculptures on Saraswati's temple

                                  

Haritha Hotel


                             

Sub-shrines around Pradakshinapatha



 Banks of Godavari and Pranahita rivers

This famous temple is located in Kaleswaram in Mahadevapur Mandal, near Ramagundam. It is one of the three sacred lingas (Srisailam, Draksharamam, and Kaleshwaram) in Telugu states from which the region got its name as Trilinga. The special feature of this Shiva temple is that one can see two lingas on the same pedestal. To the south of this temple the river Godavari flows in confluence with Pranahitha. So this is called Sangama where the Godavari and the Pranahitha join with Saraswathi that follows underground from the temple. This place is revered as second Kashi and many devotees perform holy ablutions and tarpanams for the liberation of their ancestors. The presence of Kala and Shiva at the same place signifies the rare combination of life and death, implying that life and death are not different.

 There is a spacious corridor leading to temple premises. The welcome arch is decorated with two lingams. After passing through the main tower at the entrance, Nandi Mantapa is seen in front of the main temple where one can see a beautiful idol of Nandi. There are four doorways to enter the temple from four directions and four Nandis are seen near four doorways. In Mukha mantapa the idols of Shringhi and Bhringhi are seen. In the sanctum two Shiva Lingas are seen on the same pedestal. The first Shiva Linga was installed by Kala or God of death. The second Shiva Linga is called Mukteshwara which has two holes on its crown. The water poured over this, flows through a secret passage and is said to join the Godavari River outside. Devotees have to worship Kaleshwara first and later Mukteswara as per tradition.

 Devotees can themselves enter the sanctum and do pooja and Abhishekam to the main deities. One has to take Rs.300/- to perform abhishekam in inner sanctum. Abhishekam is done here from 7.00 a.m. to 12.30 p.m. and from 3.30 p.m. to 6.00 p.m.  Shiva Parvati Kalyanam is done daily from 9.30 a.m. to 10.3o0 a.m. other poojas like Satyanarayana Vratham, Kalasarpadosha Nivarana pooja and Navagrahabhishekam,  Navagrahahomam are done here. The temple is open from 4.30 a.m. to 1.00 p.m. and from 3.30 p.m.to 8.00 pm.The temple is crowded during weekends, Mondays and during Maha Shivarathri and during  Navarathri festival days. 

Adjacent to this temple there is another shrine for Goddess Parvati who is called “Shubhananda Devi.” A little further one can see another temple for Saraswathi with a mukhamantapa. Around the circambulatory path one can see many sub-shrines of gods and goddesses. Idols of Durga, Dattatreya, Lord Vishnu, Sri Kashi Vishveshwara, Sri Bala Rajeshwara, Vijaya Ganapati, Maha Ganapati, Swarnakarshana Bhairava, Kala Bhairava, Sri  Bhairava, Veera Bahdra, Sri Kartikeya, Anjaneya, Mastyavatara Murti , Jyesta Devi and Lord Surya. A little further one can see another temple for Saraswathi with a mukhamantapa. The Goddess is named “Prowda Saraswathi”.There is a separate temple for Rama along with Sita and Lakshamana.

There is Adi Mukteshwara temple just two kms away from this temple. One can see a Shiva Linga with two holes in the sanctum. The temple priest said that Lord Mukteshwara moved from here to the present temple after Kala did penance. Here white Vibhuti stones were found on digging. Now one may not locate them.

In Skandapurana, the Kaleshwara Khanda mentions that River Goddess Godavari did penance here and requested Lord Shiva to stay here and give salvation to people who take bath in the river and worship Lord Shiva. Hence lord Shiva stayed here as Mukteshwara that is one who gives Mukti or moksha to devotees. Lord Kala finding that no one came to his world, requested Shiva to help him. Lord Shiva suggested that he should also install a Shiva Linga on his name as Kaleshwara beside Mukteshwara. Those people who do not worship Kaleshwara first before worshipping Mukteshwara would go to hell. The God of death installed a Shiva Linga (Kaleshwara) beside Mukteshwara on the same pedestal.

 As this temple is on the banks where two rivers which join just like in Kashi, this place is considered as another Kashi. Just before entering the temple on the western side, one can see a four-sided arch for devotees to pass through. This is called Yama Konam with Akhanda deepam called “Ganda Deepam”. People believe that people who go through this passage are saved from sufferings of Yama Loka. People pour oil into the vessel containing “Ganda Deepam”. Just a few steps down there is a large area where one can see an Audumbara tree (fig tree) with a statue of Lord Dattatreya. Many devotees come here and light lamps and go round the tree.

The temple was constructed by the Kakatiya king, Rudra Deva in twelfth century. The temple was constructed in Kakatiya style of architecture. Later Kakatiya kings and Vengi rulers also worshipped Lord Shiva and developed this temple. In 1140 A.D. Kakatiya king, Prolaraju II, visited this temple. Vellanki Gangadhara, Minister to King Ganapatideva, did much to improve this temple. In Kolipaka edict it was written that the daughters of Sri Vishweshwara Shivacharya, Kundamamba and Yelamamba (Guru of King Ganapatideva) were said to have installed one thousand and one hundred and sixteen Shiva lingas here.

Kakatiya king, Prataparudra, distributed gold worth his weight by performing Tulabhara ritual. In 1397 King Devaraya visited this temple and performed Pooja here.   Sri Shankaracharya came here and spent some time doing penance here. In 2000 A.D. Sri Bharatitheerthaswamy, Head of Shringeri Mutt, came here and installed various gods and goddesses in sub-shrines and also participated in renovation activities and Mahakumbhabhishekam. The Telangana Government also spent liberally to improve the facilities in this temple. The temple authorities and T.T.D.  provide accommodation facilities here. There also many private hotels also to provide accommodation here. It would be better if water and toilet facilities are provided here for the convenience of devotees. 

There are not many shelters for devotees to sit and relax. There are very few trees on the road leading to temple. So, there is much scope to develop greenery in and around. There are three routes to reach Kaleshwaram. The route from Hyderabad to Kaleshwaram via Warangal is 265 kms by road and via Karimnagar is 295 kms. Now there is a shorter route from Chennur and recently two bridges have been constructed over Pranahita river to reduce the distance and duration of travel. The road runs through a dense forest for nearly 30 kms. One can enjoy viewing the dense forest where many monkeys are seen playing on the  branches of the trees.

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          11th January, 2022                          Somaseshu Gutala