Why in heaven’s name don’t people read?
A fugue is a more complicated game.
Art goes within and I don’t see the need-
It was a pleasure and now just the same.
Do you live or do you insist on words?
Consider this non-dualistically:
I accepted the major and minor thirds;
This is pleasing momentarily.
This sonnet has been thus composed of lines
From lectures, poems, and writings by John Cage.
A phrase, like sound, can be thus redefined
When juxtaposed or heard upon a stage.
Of that great polymath, it’s but a facet-
And admiration for him should be [tacet].
Happy 102nd birthday, John Cage!