The Rhapsody Is Not A Composition At

The Rhapsody Is Not A Composition At All. It's A String Of Separate Paragraphs Stuck Together - With A Thin Paste Of Flour And Water... I Don't Think There Has Been Such An Inspired Melodist On This Earth Since Tchaikovsky... But If You Want To Speak Of A Composer, That's Another Matter.

This Must Be The Mission Of Every Man Of Goodwill: To Insist, Unflaggingly, At Risk Of Becoming A Repetitive Bore, But To Insist On The Achievement Of A World In Which The Mind Will Have Triumphed Over Violence.

I Have Two Answers To Everything And One Answer To Nothing.

When The Thunder Rumbles, Now The Age Of Gold Is Dead. When The Dreams We've Clung To Trying To Stay Young, Have Left Us Parched And Old Instead. When My Courage Crumbles, When I Feel Confused And Frail, When My Spirit Falters On Decaying Altars And My Illusions Fail -- I Go On Right Then. I Go On Again. I Go On To Say I Will Celebrate Another Day. I Go On. If Tomorrow Tumbles And Everything I Love Is Gone, I Will Face Regret All My Days, And Yet I Will Still Go On.

Even Experimental Composers, Revolutionary Composers, Self-styled Radicals Are, In Writing Revolutionary Music, Recognizing The Music That Preceded Them Precisely By Trying To Avoid It.