Posts by: Shruti Gupta

Hell or High Water

In a murderous time The heart breaks and breaks and lives by breaking. (Stanley Kunitz, The Testing-Tree) “So part of it is the humility of realizing this is my piece, and I want to tend to this piece the best that I can, but I’m not in charge of the whole garden.” (Vicky Sifter, former […]

On the Devotion of Self

yo la espero y me envuelve, y así tú, pan y luz y sombra eres. (Pablo Neruda, Oda y germinaciones)   I’ve talked about the slow viscous drip of winter before, but it lives within me too, permanently hollowed into my right shoulder. A hollow: an inch and a half wide, my labrum separated from […]

the breath in the mouth

In a murderous time       the heart breaks and breaks and lives by breaking. —STANLEY KUNITZ, “The Testing-Tree” When the sun rises it sings as Udgâtri for the sake of all creatures. When it rises it destroys the fear of darkness. This (the breath in the mouth) and that (the sun) are the same. […]

Lessons in Queerness

LESSON 1:  I was talking about my work at Marsh a few days ago with another music student. He told me he didn’t know that I worked at Marsh, and hadn’t foreseen it because I’m a Hindu. I told him that right now I’m working on studying queer theology through an interfaith lens. “In what world […]

A Stranger’s Sahasranama

Vasuḥ: One in whom all beings dwell and one who dwells in all beings. (Vishnu Sahasranama Stotram, 104) Aprameyātmā: One whose nature cannot be grasped by any of the means of knowledge. (Vishnu Sahasranama Strotram, 248) I’ve noticed I always begin these blog posts with a quote, a text to reflect on, though rarely is […]

Winter Thoughts

Early in the day it was whispered that we should sail in a boat, only thou and I, and never a soul in the world would know of this our pilgrimage to no country and to no end. (Tagore) Winter for me always conjures introspectivity. It’s a quiet place, and I grew up craving it […]

From Hope, From Terror

The ground partitions into what will grow & what won’t. Even nature is fractured, partitioned. I want to believe in rebirth   that what comes from death is life, but I have blood from someone’s father’s father on my hands & no memory of who died for me to be here. – Fatima Asghar, If […]

Angels in America: An Interpretation

Together we organize the world for ourselves, or at least we organize our understanding of it; we reflect it, refract it, criticize it, grieve over its savagery and help each other to discern, amidst the gathering dark, paths of resistance, pockets of peace and places whence hope may be plausibly expected… the smallest indivisible human […]

Sharada Navaratri

I’m going to be totally honest, I forgot all about Sharada Navaratri, which started this week.  This fall equinox Navaratri, usually twenty days before Diwali, has different significances depending on what part of India you’re from. I grew up with Navaratri as a celebration of light over darkness and the battle of Dussehra. It’s my nineteenth Navaratri and I still […]

On The Waters

I set thee in the passage of the waters. I set thee in the swelling of the waters. I set thee in the ashes of the waters. I set thee in the lustre of the waters. I set thee in the way which waters travel. I set thee in the flood, the place to test […]