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Turtle Island Poem Number Fifteen

32 Turtle Island Poem Number Fifteen i met john cage when i was nineteen in turtle island he spoke sitting by a small table with a large bottle of fine red wine and a wine glass he kept filling and sipping he talked as long as it took to finish the bottle i remember he laughed a lot, while i sat at his feet that week there was a performance of winter music, twelve? pianos on the balconies and floor a big white shag rug in the middle and we lay there listening to winter music for ten? pianos joan la barbara sang in spite of which i ran from turtle island leaving a black siapo dot behind never leaving turtle island i ran into a stranger piano prepared with flotsam and jetsam hermitage, a shell containing a shadow, no, a tidal pool reflection of samoa ...