After the summer's yield, Lord, it is time to let your shadow lengthen on the sundials and in the pastures let the rough winds fly.
As for the final fruits, coax them to roundness. Direct on them two days of warmer light to hale them golden toward their term, and harry the last few drops of sweetness through the wine.
Whoever's homeless now, will build no shelter; who lives alone will live indefinitely so, waking up to read a little, draft long letters, and, along the city's avenues, fitfully wander, when the wild leaves loosen.
Music, what does it communicate? Is whatâ€™s clear to me clear to you? Is music just sounds? Then what does it communicate? Is a truck passing by music? If I can see it, do I have to hear it too? If I donâ€™t hear it, does it still communicate? If while I see it I canâ€™t hear it, but hear something else, say an egg-beater, because Iâ€™m inside looking out, does the truck communicate or the egg-beater, which communicates? Which is more musical, a truck passing by a factory or a truck passing by a music school?
â€¨-John Cage, Silence
Happy 100th, John Cage! What if share my own favorite experience with John Cage and his infamous 4'33"?