If Nothing Is At Risk, Nothing Is

Hence My Obstinate Emphasis On Stylistic Continuity From Work To Work Rather Than Specific Sibling Relationships Between The Individual Work And Other Members Of Its Stylistic 'family' In The World Outside.

I Suppose That The Scope And Implications Of Such Forces Have Rendered My Personal Accounting Ritual Pretty Much Obsolete. That's How Things Sometimes Go.

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.

If The Work Of Art Is To Continue Pursuing The Vision Of Both Being In And Of The World But Nevertheless In Some Fashion Being More Than Just One More Object To The Mounting Clutter, This Is The Specific Point, I Think, Where This Must Be Assured.

By Reason Of Weird Translation, Many Such Sets Of Instructions Read Like Poems Anyhow.