I’m crying all the time now
I cried all over the street when I left the Seattle Wobbly Hall
I cried listening to Bach
I cried looking at the happy flowers in my backyard
I cried at the sadness of the middle aged trees
Happiness exists – I feel it
I cried for my soul
I cried for the world’s soul
The world has a beautiful soul
God appearing to be seen and cried over
Overflowing heart of Paterson
– Allen Ginsberg
The first time I listened to Bach after reading this poem, I felt I understood what Ginsberg meant and was glad that the poet took the time to capture the elusive feeling of joy that can appear out of nowhere and really touch you. I would call this poem ‘Happiness’ not ‘Tears’ because I think this poem is more about happiness than anything else. I also think this poem is connected to Borges‘ poem, Shinto. The happiness felt from observing very ordinary things around us are like the 8 million deities in Borges’ poem.
This poem, and having Valentine’s Day just around the corner, inspired the set of drawings below where I am experimenting with a new medium — gouache.