Revolution means turning the wheel.

It is the transcendent (or 'abstract' or 'self-contained') nature of music that the new so called concretism--Pop Art, eighteen-hour slices-of-reality films, musique concrete--opposes. But instead of bringing art and reality closer together, the new movement merely thins out the distinction.

What I cannot follow are the manic-depressive fluctuations from total control to no control, from the serialization of all elements to chance.

What force is more potent than love?

Silence will save me from being wrong (and foolish), but it will also deprive me of the possibility of being right.

Conformism is so hot on the heels of the mass-produced avant-garde that the 'ins' and the 'outs' change places with the speed of mach 3.

Lesser artists borrow, great artists steal.