“We had stayed up all night, my friends and I, under hanging mosque lamps with domes of filigreed brass, domes starred like our spirits, shining like them with the prisoned radiance of electric hearts. For hours we had trampled our atavistic ennui into rich oriental rugs, arguing up to the last confines of logic and blackening many reams of paper with our frenzied scribbling.”
Quote by Filippo Tommaso Marinetti
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Source: Gustav Holst, letters to W. G. Whittaker
“The modern composer is a madman who persists in manufacturing an article which nobody wants.”
“Composing is not a profession. It is a maniaa harmless madness.”
