Art's Purpose Is To Sober And Quiet

Each Something Is A Celebration Of The Nothing That Supports It.

It Was At Harvard Not Quite Forty Years Ago That I Went Into An Anechoic [totally Silent] Chamber Not Expecting In That Silent Room To Hear Two Sounds: One High, My Nervous System In Operation, One Low, My Blood In Circulation. The Reason I Did Not Expect To Hear Those Two Sounds Was That They Were Set Into Vibration Without Any Intention On My Part. That Experience Gave My Life Direction, The Exploration Of Nonintention. No One Else Was Doing That. I Would Do It For Us. I Did Not Know Immediately What I Was Doing, Nor, After All These Years, Have I Found Out Much. I Compose Music.

There Are Some Good People In It, But The Orchestra As A Whole Is Equivalent To A Gang Bent On Destruction.

Which Is More Musical: A Truck Passing By A Factory Or A Truck Passing By A Music School?

A Mind That Is Interested In Changing...is Interested Precisely In The Things That Are At Extremes. I'm Certainly Like That. Unless We Go To Extremes, We Won't Get Anywhere.