The Possibilities Of Percussion Sounds, I Believe,

Awards Are Merely The Badges Of Mediocrity.

Expression, To A Great Extent, Is A Matter Of Terms, And Terms Are Anyone's.

All Melodious Poets Shall Be Hoarse As Street Ballads, When Once The Penetrating Keynote Of Nature And Spirit Is Sounded-the Earth-beat, Sea-beat, Heart-beat, Which Make The Tune To Which The Sun Rolls, And The Globule Of Blood And The Sap Of The Trees.

Stand Up And Take Your Dissonance Like A Man.

The Fabric Of Existence Weaves Itself Whole.