By reason of weird translation, many such sets of instructions read like poems anyhow.

Questioning the nature and implications of liminal instances necessarily involves failure, if only in the specifically technical sense of entering spaces where prevailing criteria of success scarcely apply.

By reason of weird translation, many such sets of instructions read like poems anyhow.

The past nine years in San Diego have represented such a period of questioning.

In my model, important interference phenomena arise when individual strata come into contact. These chaotic fluctuations are, I suppose, what my music is really about.

When I left Europe in 1987 I did so with the thought that my relevance as a composition teacher would benefit from a certain cool distance to certain tendencies I had been observing for several years with increasing disquiet.

So: we're all tired. Now what? Manuscripts written in Club Med?