Every Something Is An Echo Of Nothing

Every Something Is An Echo Of Nothing

A 'mistake' Is Beside The Point, For Once Anything Happens It Authentically Is.

So Somebody Has Talent? So What? Dime A Dozen. And We're Overpopulated. Actually We Have More Food Than We Have People And More Art. We've Gotten To The Point Of Burning Food. When Will We Begin To Burn Our Art?

We Need Not Destroy The Past. It Is Gone.

What Is The Purpose Of Writing Music? One Is, Of Course, Not Dealing With Purposes But Dealing With Sounds. Or The Answer Must Take The Form Of A Paradox: A Purposeful Purposeless Or A Purposeless Play. This Play, However, Is An Affirmation Of Life--not An Attempt To Bring Order Out Of Chaos Nor To Suggest Improvements In Creation, But Simply A Way Of Waking Up To The Very Life We’re Living, Which Is So Excellent Once One Gets One’s Mind And One’s Desires Out Of Its Way And Lets It Act Of Its Own Accord.