Sounds.
Sounds like
(...)
Sounds like heat death.
The audience wriggles and writhes:
rustle, cough cough, taptaptap, anything to
Break the uncomfortable (...)
Sounds like midnight winter
At -273 celsius
Seconds.
Follows all the rules
Without any
(music) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a shot in the dark. In the late 50's John Cage directed a pianist to enter the open air stage, sit, open the piano cover, sit still for several minutes, close the cover and leave the stage. His point was there was already music in the environment for all to listen to. He later cited the Hollywood street noise of people bustling, traffic, buzzing flies, etc. I wonder if anyone got his point in that first audience?