The last moments of life, are dramatically marked by the discontinuation of that perpetual reality. So often people have described the moment of death as the final breath. It is very noticeable. We are not, at metaphor's funeral. Indeed, we have had the wind knocked out of us, but we are still breathing, we are in the state of inspiration.
Art is created in the disruption of silence.
To experience the disruption, we must hear the silence. Peter Sellars once simplified Beethoven's Ninth for me. It is a bridge which is filled with all of her favorite artists, many of them, are indeed the greatest American artists of the twentieth century. The tragedy is of course, that Ms. Hansberry died before she was able to bridge many of the intellectual and social chasms that she saw. And I have for many years been living with her image of the bridge across the chasm.