Transcription of Organ Music-Allen Ginsberg

[00:00.000] Transcription of Organ Music [00:05.092] The flower in the glass peanut bottle formerly in the kitchen crooked to take a place in the light, [00:12.308] The closet door opened, because I used it before, [00:16.218] it kindly stayed open waiting for me, its owner. [00:23.430] I began to feel my misery in pallet on floor, listening to music, [00:27.536] my misery, that's why I want to sing. [00:31.198] The room closed down on me, I expected the presence of the Creator, [00:36.317] I saw my gray painted walls and ceiling, they contained my room, [00:41.411] they contained me as the sky contained my garden, [00:45.968] I opened my door [00:48.493] The rambler vine climbed up the cottage post, [00:51.778] the leaves in the night still where the day had placed them, [00:54.908] the animal heads of the flowers where they had arisen to think at the sun [00:59.661] Can I bring back the words? [01:03.818] Will thought of transcription haze my mental open eye? [01:08.192] The kindly search for growth, the gracious desire to exist of the flowers, [01:14.731] my near ecstasy at existing among them [01:18.071] The privilege to witness my existence-you too must seek the sun... [01:24.359] My books piled up before me for my use [01:27.536] waiting in space where I placed them, [01:30.497] they haven't disappeared, [01:32.202] time's left its remnants and qualities for me to use--my words piled up, [01:37.092] my texts, my manuscripts, my loves. [01:40.853] I had a moment of clarity, [01:43.140] saw the feeling in the heart of things, [01:45.532] walked out to the garden crying. [01:48.403] Saw the red blossoms in the night light, sun's gone, [01:52.289] they had all grown, in a moment, [01:54.513] and were waiting stopped in time for the day sun to come and give them... [02:00.770] Flowers which as in a dream at sunset I watered faithfully not knowing how much I loved them. [02:09.611] I am so lonely in my glory--except they too out there-- [02:14.383] I looked up--those red bush blossoms beckoning and peering in the window waiting in the blind love, [02:21.093] their leaves too have hope and are upturned top flat to the sky to receive-- [02:26.360] all creation open to receive--the flat earth itself. [02:31.839] The music descends, as does the tall bending stalk of the heavy blossom, [02:36.929] because it has to, to stay alive, to continue to the last drop of joy. [02:41.738] The world knows the love that's in its breast as in the flower, the suffering lonely world. [02:47.735] The Father is merciful. [02:50.541] The light socket is crudely attached to the ceiling, after the house was built, [02:55.138] to receive a plug which sticks in it alright, and serves my phonograph now... [03:01.494] The closet door is open for me, where I left it, since I left it open, it has graciously stayed open. [03:08.549] The kitchen has no door, the hole there will admit me should I wish to enter the kitchen. [03:14.164] I remember when I first got laid, [03:16.350] H.P. graciously took my cherry, [03:19.698] I sat on the docks of Provincetown, age 23, joyful, elevated in hope with the Father, [03:26.196] the door to the womb was open to admit me if I wished to enter. [03:31.133] There are unused electricity plugs all over my house if I ever need them. [03:35.518] The kitchen window is open, to admit air... [03:38.595] The telephone--sad to relate--sits on the floor-- [03:42.039] I haven't the money to get it connected-- [03:45.262] I want people to bow as they see me and say he is gifted with poetry, [03:50.302] he has seen the presence of the Creator [03:52.972] And the Creator gave me a shot of his presence to gratify my wish, [03:58.060] so as not to cheat me of my yearning for him.