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83 Stravinsky’s “Oedipus Rex” instinct leads sound follows the score plunges like a cataract round upon round rushing to the last piercing note voices soar higher and higher while chords plunge in the opposite direction seeking for passion a passion when they announce Jocasta’s death the messenger’s voice drops two octaves the chords surge to wounding pitch with man lost in between It’s Been Snowing It’s been snowing heavily and streets with cars and other things are completely covered with snow. Funny, snow always (especially at two in the morning) gives a sense of permanence, unchangingness. It arrests time and things stay. Like a flood it covers all and swamps all but unlike a flood it moves nothing and is in itself unmoving. It reminds me of a Japanese sand garden with patterns raked into the sand. It stays for as long as you leave it, then you flatten it and rake up a new pattern. Cars come and make furrows in the snow, these stay until other cars make other furrows. ...

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