A Little Tribute to John Cage
‘Wherever we are, what we hear is mostly noise. When we ignore it, it disturbs us. When we listen to it, we find it fascinating.’ – John Cage
My computer humming
while triangles dance on the screen.
A blackbird singing,
perched on the garden gate.
The soft scratch of my pencil
as I write these words.
A trio for computer,
blackbird and pencil.
One continuous sound, one random,
one controlled by me.
The pencil’s part is almost over,
When it stops
uncollected poem, © Wendy Cope 2016, used by permission of the author