What do you suppose night is? Night is when all things are in harmony. By day light and shadow war, but with nightfall the night inside the house holds hands with the night outside the house. They are the same thing. The night air is party to the conspiracy.
Children believe what we tell them.
They have complete faith in us.
They believe that a rose plucked
from a garden can bring drama to
a family. They believe that the
hands of a human beast will smoke
when he kills a victim, and that
this beast will be shamed when
confronted by a young girl. They
believe in a thousand other simple
things. I ask of you a little of
this childlike simplicity, and to
bring us luck, let me speak four
truly magic words, childhood’s
“Once upon a time…”
— Opening titles of La Belle et la Bête by Jean Cocteau
September 1951: how to introduce voices, cries of pain, sobs, into music? September 1952: I must continue to strip down sound and rhythm. To reduce them to their most primitive expression… To find composition in its secret hiding place at the deepest level of primitive art. The opposite of modern diversity and complexity! The origin of music, that’s what must be put back into place… Relearning to touch sound with our hands - that’s the heart, the essence of music!