“ What, you ask, is my method in writing and elaborating my large and lumbering things? ” writes Mozart. “ I can, in fact, say nothing more about it than this: I do not know myself and can never find out. When I am in a particularly good condition . . . then the thoughts come to me in a rush, and best of all. Whence and how, I do not know and cannot learn.” Further on he describes how “ the crumbs ” spontaneously combine with one another until they assume a finished form in his head. “ All the finding and making goes on in me as in a vivid dream.” Finally, he starts to write and since it is ready in his mind “ it goes pretty quickly on to paper.”...
.... Tchaikovsky... "Perhaps such moments are responsible, in the works of the Great Masters, for those places where the organic coherence fails, and where one can trace artificial coherence, seams and patches. But this is unavoidable. If that spiritual condition of the artist called inspiration . . . should continue uninterrupted, the artist could not survive a single day. . . . The strings would snap and the instrument would fly to pieces. One thing, however, is indispensable: the main idea of the piece, together with a general outline of the separate parts, must not be found through searching, but must simply appear as a result of that supernatural, incomprehensible and never-analyzed power called inspiration.... "
The ways and Power of Love. Sorokin. Archive.org free download
