When I revisited this article, to review my comment, I had been recommended once.
I looked at the top comments, and learned a great deal about my own limitations. Both of these comments were so profound, I had to recommend them, even though they each conflict with my first reaction, diametrically.
CClevelandMorristown NJ5h ago
As a donor to this undertaking (year 2355), I have been happy to support a project that, for almost two decades already, repeatedly renews a public conversation such as that I’m reading here. For me, this work requires an uncomfortable contemplation of the human lifespan, for example. As we venture deeper into the Anthropocene — and acknowledge more and more how the human species is irrevocably shaping our planet — an artistic creation that cannot be experienced within a single human lifetime humbles me to reflect on worlds beyond my possible contemplation. Just as I wonder about the time perception of creatures with such disparate lifespans as a common housefly or a giant tortoise, so too can I revel in imagining an entity for which a 639-year composition might be perceived as little more than a brief tune. For years, even when I wake in the night, I think about this continuum of sound in Halberstadt, and feel connected to past and future. As a human statement, and as a work of art — the exact opposite of narcissim, I find — this ongoing performance, is truly humbling and inspirational.
Years ago I was with a friend at the Boston Ballet watching a piece by Merce Cunningham. It went on for quite some time in dead silence. I glanced at the program and showed my friend the line “Music by John Cage. “ In the absolute stillness of the theater we were laughing with tears streaming down our faces, but in total silence, one of those terrible moments when you CAN NOT make a sound, which makes the moment that much more absurd. It was more than 40 years ago. All I had to read was John Cage and it set me off.