From Moab is my Washpot, his autobiography.
Music is the deepest of the arts and deep beneath all arts. --E.M.Forster
Music was a kind of penetration. The penetration or absorption of everything into itself. Music in the precision of its form and the mathematical tyranny of its laws, escapes into an eternity of abstraction and an absurd sublime that is everywhere and nowhere at once. The nothingness of music can be moulded by the mood of the listener into the most precise shapes or allowed to float as free as thought; music can follow the academic and theoretical pattern of its own modality or adhere to some narrative or dialectical programme imposed by a friend, a scholar, or the composer himself. Music is everything and nothing. Music takes me to places of illimitable sensual and insensate joy, accessing points of ecstasy that no angelic lover could ever locate, or plunging me into gibbering weeping hells of pain that no torturer could ever devise. Nothing else comes close.
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