This is what . I am not attempting to dinge time ( or Time ) with a belt of a rubber hammer. Yet it behoves that I list quietly and soberly details of works of mine and their performances or premieres in order:
1. to fix them here.
2. to fix them for at least myself.
3. to write ” Fuit”. They have happened.
Once they were ” are”. Once , too, they
were keenly awaited by me , their birth-
pangs and – delights. They have been. Are
they has-beens ? Not necessarily . They,
my composed composing deeds and tonal
structures and musical images and sonor-
-ous dreams and fashioned edifices and
bits and singing pieces can be again. In
each new performance.
That´s why.