134 – Ginsberg, Eulberg, Rone

I’m starting the week off a bit more mellow this time. I need to take it easy so I don’t have a heart attack or heart palpitations like I had last week due to a heavy work schedule. So, everyone, I hope you have an amazing and relaxing week and you feel the love coming your way.

Rone – DJ Set @ Radio Nova (08/12/2012)

At 14.26, Track 5, Benjamin Britten – Op. 7: III. Cuckoo! (Performed by the Monnaie Children’s Choir)
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“Song” by Allen Ginsberg
San Jose, 1954

The weight of the world is love.

Under the burden
of solitude,

under the burden
of dissatisfaction

the weight we carry
is love.

Who can deny?

In dreams
it touches
the body,

in thought
a miracle,

in imagination
till born
in human–

looks out of the heart
burning with purity–

for the burden of life
is love,

but we carry the weight

and so must rest

in the arms of love
at last,

must rest in the arms
of love.

No rest
without love,

no sleep
without dreams
of love–

be mad or chill

obsessed with angels
or machines,

The final wish is love 

–cannot be bitter,
cannot deny,

cannot withhold
if denied:

the weight is too heavy

–must give
for no return

as thought
is given
in solitude

in all the excellence
of its excess.

The warm bodies
shine together
in the darkness,

the hand moves
to the center
of the flesh,

the skin trembles
in happiness

and the soul comes
joyful to the eye–

yes, yes,
that’s what
I wanted,

I always wanted,

I always wanted,

to return

to the body

where I was born.

“I’m starting to walk on the walls”