If My Work Is Accepted,

Now That We Have Everything We Need, We Discover That There Is Almost Nothing That We Have That We Want

A Sound Does Not View Itself As Thought, As Ought, As Needing Another Sound For Its Elucidation, As Etc.; It Has Not Time For Any Consideration--it Is Occupied With The Performance Of Its Characteristics: Before It Has Died Away It Must Have Made Perfectly Exact Its Frequency, Its Loudness, Its Length, Its Overtone Structure, The Precise Morphology Of These And Of Itself.

Ideas Are One Thing And What Happens Is Another.

Theatre Takes Place All The Time - Wherever One Is - And Art Simply Facilitates Persuading One This Is The Case.

Wherever We Are, What We Hear Is Mostly Noise. When We Ignore It, It Disturbs Us. When We Listen To It, We Find It Fascinating.