...a confined space: there is no silence
except in the mind. Silence is an idea, the fixed idea of music.
Music is not an idea: it is movement,
sounds walking over the silence.
(Not one sound fears the silence that extinguishes it.)
Silence is music, music is not silence.
Nirvana is Samsara, Samsara is not Nirvana.
Knowledge is not knowledge: a recovery of ignorance,
the knowledge of knowledge. It is not the same,
hearing the footsteps of the afternoon
among the trees and houses, and
seeing this same afternoon
among the same trees and houses now after reading
Silence: Nirvana is Samsara, silence is music.
(Let life obscure the difference between art and life.)
Music is not silence: it is not saying
what silence say, it is saying
what it doesn’t say. Silence has no meaning, meaning has no silence.
Without being heard music slips between the two.
(Every something is an echo of nothing.)
In the silence of my room the murmur of my body:
unheard. One day I will hear its thoughts. The afternoon
has stopped: and yet–it goes on.
My body hears the body of my wife (a cable of sound)
and answers: this is called music
Music is real, silence is an idea.
John Cage is Japanese and is not an idea:
he is sun on snow. Sun and snow are not the same:
sun is snow and snow is snow or
sun is not snow nor is snow snow
John Cage is not American
(U.S.A. is determined to keep the Free World free,
U.S.A. determined) or
John Cage is American (that the U.S.A. may become
just another part of the world. No more, no less.)
Snow is not sun, music is not silence,
sun is snow, silence is music.
(The situation must be Yes-and-No, not either-or.)
Between silence and music, art and life,
snow and sun, there is a man.
That man is John Cage (committed
to the nothing in between.) He says a word:
not snow not sun, a word
which is not silence:
A year from Monday you will hear it.
The afternoon has become invisible.
-Octavio Paz | Reading John Cage
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