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Song by Allen Ginsberg

Spent the day wallowing at a friend’s house. I didn’t want to return to school and study, but I have to because exams are on Saturday. I tried to chase these thoughts away by sitting at the balcony, looking at clouds. I took photos all afternoon.

These clouds made me think of an Allen Ginsberg poem:

Allen Ginsberg

The weight of the world
       is love.
Under the burden
       of solitude,
under the burden
       of dissatisfaction

       the weight,
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.

The weight of the world is love. Maybe if I tell it to myself more often, soon enough I’ll believe it.

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