4'33" by John Cage
by: Billy Collins
As I listened,
the scales
fell from my eyes.
If you're not familiar with 4'33" by John Cage, this poem simply won't work for you. Watch a video, and you will see someone sitting at a piano for four minutes and thirty-three seconds playing . . . absolutely nothing. There's music sitting in front of the performer, and, every once in a while, the pianist may turn the page or lift a hand to the keyboard, but no sound is made. Not a note.
If you've ever sat in forced silence, you know it isn't easy. There's a human impulse to fill moments of prolonged nothing. Almost five minutes of noiselessness is tantamount to waterboarding for some individuals.
Quiet doesn't bother me, but I'm a poet. I need absence (of sound and people and distraction) to get words down on paper.
So, John Cage is right up Saint Marty's alley.
Pin Drop
by: Martin Achatz
If you can
hear a pin drop,
pick up the bastard
before I step on it.
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