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One day there was a knock at my door. It was John.
“I am going over to see a young painter called Robert Rauschenberg. He’s marvellous, and his work is marvellous. You must meet him.” 
Rauschenberg was working on a series of black paintings. There was one big canvas I couldn’t stop looking at.
Why don’t you buy it?”, Rauschenberg said.
“What do you want for it?”
“Whatever you’ve got in your pocket.”
I had sixteen dollars and some change, which he gleefully accepted.

Morton Feldman over John Cage en Robert Rauschenberg. Uit het boek Give My Regards To Eighth Street (1968), teksten van Morton Feldman, voorgelezen door Art Lange.