Frank Corcoran

Mendacity , it appears queerly, and mendicity are frequent bed-fellows for some composers. Fly South, young swallow! – Kunst and commerce, beware of the ware-house, oh schlepper of tones and sounding structures. ” An art-work has no price” is all very fine as a theory, as far as the swallow flies. How and why then compromise, bend, bend over and genuflect is connected to the composer´s breakfast, you may murmer. Murmer on. Thus a radical act, revolutionary perhaps, the lonely decision to compose an art-work? ( Heroic? More often than not, yes ? ) courage ? – Well, it could be, this often pure unearthliness; a bit like the swallow´s flight South. Call it stupidity. Call it ecstasy ?