The White Paintings Came First; My Silent

My Work Became An Exploration Of Non-intention.

Percussion Music Is Revolution. Sound And Rhythm Have Too Long Been Submissive To The Restrictions Of Nineteenth Century Music. Today We Are Fighting For Their Emancipation. Tomorrow, With Electronic Music In Our Ears, We Will Hear Freedom. At The Present Stage Of Revolution, A Healthy Lawlessness Is Warranted. Experiment Must Necessarily Be Carried On By Hitting Anything-tin Pans, Rice Bowls, Iron Pipes-anything We Can Lay Our Hands On. Not Only Hitting, But Rubbing, Scraping, Making Sound In Every Possible Way...what We Can't Do Ourselves Will Be Done By Machines Which We Will Invent.

I Am Trying To Check My Habits Of Seeing, To Counter Them For The Sake Of Greater Freshness. I Am Trying To Be Unfamiliar With What I'm Doing.

No One Can Have An Idea Once He Starts Really Listening.

The Material Of Music Is Sound And Silence. Integrating These Is Composing.