John Haskell has a very Cagean - or Beckettian, or Joycean - experience: "I was craning my ears, or pricking up my ears, or opening the metaphorical doors of hearing, and we don't have a word for what the mind does, the way it turns from object to object, turning from the moment in front of it to another moment, to a past or a future, and having heard the subway sounds and the voices behind the wall, I expected to hear a candy wrapper being opened, the crinkling cellophane echoing through the audience like music, or 'music,' but there was no cellophane wrapper. But in thinking about the cellophane wrapper I was hearing the music, which was part of the let’s-make-art-out-of-anything spirit that was in the air in 1952, when Cage composed 4'33"."
Article source here:Arts Journal
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