By Reason Of Weird Translation, Many Such

Composers Dialogue - And Obsessively, Bitterly Argue - With Other Composers, Often Over The Span Of Several Centuries.

When I Speak Of "cycles," I Am Referring To Lengthy Intervals Of Relative Homogeneity, If Not In The Resolving Of Problems, Than At Least With Respect To The Consistency Of Their Capacity To Productively Irritate.

So: We're All Tired. Now What? Manuscripts Written In Club Med?

This Was Possible Only By Dint Of Extended Periods Of Frequently Quite Painful Reflection And Digestion.

The Past Nine Years In San Diego Have Represented Such A Period Of Questioning.