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.
I remember loving sound before I ever took a music lesson. And so we make our lives by what we love.
I imagine that as contemporary music goes on changing in the way that I'm changing it what will be done is to more and more completely liberate sounds from abstract ideas about them and more and more exactly to let them be physically uniquely themselves. This means for me: knowing more and more not what I think a sound is but what it actually is in all of its acoustical details and then letting this sound exist, itself, changing in a changing sonorous environment.
In the nature of the use of chance operations is the belief that all answers answer all questions.
As far as consistency of thought goes, I prefer inconsistency.
We carry our homes within us which enables us to fly.
The responsibility of the artist consists in perfecting his work so that it may become attractively disinteresting.
The white paintings came first; my silent piece came later.
There will always be critics eager to fashion opinions for the lazy and incapable.
I never had a hat, never wore one, but recently was given a brown suede duck-hunting hat. The moment I put it on I realized I was starved for a hat. I kept it warm by putting it on my head. I made plans to wear it especially when I was going to do any thinking. Somewhere in Virginia, I lost my hat.
People paying attention to vibratory activity, not in reaction to a fixed ideal performance, but each time attentively to how it happens to be this time, not necessarily two times the same. A music that transports the listener to the moment where he is.
I believe the use of noise to make music will increase until we reach a music produced through the aid of electrical instruments which will make available for musical purposes any and all sounds that can be heard.
If you don't have enough time to accomplish something, consider the work finished once it's begun.
Our poetry now is the realization that we possess nothing. Anything therefore is a delight (since we do not posses it) and thus need not fear its loss.
Where does beauty begin? Where does it end? Where it ends is where the artist begins.
It's useless to play lullabies for those who cannot sleep.
Discord occasions a momentary distress to the ear, which remains unsatisfied, and even uneasy, until it hears something better. I am convinced...that provided the ear be at length made amends, there are few dissonances too strong for it. Disharmony, to paraphrase Bergson's statement about disorder, is simply a harmony to which many are unaccustomed.
The attitude I take is that everyday life is more interesting than forms of celebration, when we become aware of it. That when is when our intentions go down to zero. Then suddenly you notice that the world is magical.
We are not committed to this or that. We are committed to the nothing in-between, whether we know it or not.
There are some good people in it, but the orchestra as a whole is equivalent to a gang bent on destruction.
I want to change my way of seeing, NOT my way of feeling. I was perfectly happy about my feelings.
In an utter emptiness anything can take place.
College: two hundred people reading the same book. An obvious mistake. Two hundred people can read two hundred books.
It was at Harvard not quite forty years ago that I went into an anechoic [totally silent] chamber not expecting in that silent room to hear two sounds: one high, my nervous system in operation, one low, my blood in circulation. The reason I did not expect to hear those two sounds was that they were set into vibration without any intention on my part. That experience gave my life direction, the exploration of nonintention. No one else was doing that. I would do it for us. I did not know immediately what I was doing, nor, after all these years, have I found out much. I compose music.
I certainly had no feeling for harmony, and Schoenberg thought that that would make it impossible for me to write music. He said, 'You'll come to a wall you won't be able to get through.' So I said, 'I'll beat my head against that wall.'
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