Petr Kotik is one who has been feeling something for a long time. In his early feeling of this thing he was not one who was really feeling what he was feeling, and he was certainly not one who was really knowing what he was feeling. He was only beginning to be one feeling this thing. Being a patient one, he went on feeling what he was feeling and trying to really feel what he was feeling and trying to be one who was knowing all about this thing. He was a patient one and he was already beginning to be knowing what he was feeling and to really feel what he was feeling, but he was not yet one who was really doing what he was feeling. Even in his early feeling of this thing he was knowing that what he was feeling had something to do with what Gertrude Stein had been feeling in her early feeling, and he was already knowing that it had something to do with music. As he went on feeling what he was feeling, he was becoming more and more certain that this thing had something to do with music, but in his early feeling he could not really feel what it was that he was feeling, and he could not yet be one who was really knowing what he was feeling, and he was certainly not yet knowing how to make wonderful music out of this thing.

In his early feeling no one else was really feeling what he was feeling. Hardly anyone was even trying to be feeling what he was feeling. But he was a patient one, and being a patient one, he was always taking much time trying to be one who was really feeling what he was feeling and trying to be knowing more and more about this thing and trying to make wonderful music out of what he was feeling. In his early feeling of this feeling hardly anyone was caring, and no one was feeling what he was feeling, and no one was really caring. But he was certainly feeling something, and he was needing to be feeling what he was feeling. He was needing to be one who was really feeling what he was feeling, and he was needing to be knowing all about this thing and how to make wonderful music out of it. Being a patient one, he went on feeling what he was feeling and knowing more and more about this thing. He was never seeming to be caring that no one else was feeling what he was feeling and that hardly anyone else was even caring what he was feeling. He was a patient one.

In his later feeling of this feeling he was beginning to be one who was really feeling what he was feeling, and he was beginning to be one who was knowing more about this thing and more about how to make wonderful music out of it. Still hardly anyone was really caring what he was feeling. But being a patient one, he went on feeling what he was feeling and trying to be knowing more and more about it. He went on feeling, and he was beginning to be really feeling what he had been feeling in his early feeling. He was one who was ending his early feeling of this feeling, and he was beginning to be one who was really knowing what he was feeling and really knowing how to make wonderful music out of it. He was still a patient one and he was still feeling what he had been feeling, and he was still needing to be knowing all about this feeling, but he was ending his early feeling of this thing. He was still not one who was knowing everything he was needing to be knowing about this feeling, but he was knowing something about it, and he was certainly ending his early feeling of this thing.

In his later feeling of his feeling he was beginning to be knowing more and more about all of this. He was beginning to be knowing that he was one who was needing to be using Gertrude Stein’s ‘Many Many Women’ and that he was needing to be using all 82 pages of it. He was a patient one, and he was beginning to be knowing more and more about what he was feeling and how to make wonderful music out of this thing. He was beginning to be knowing that he was needing to be writing more and more pages of music for more and more musicians. He was beginning to be really feeling what he had been feeling in his early feeling. He was beginning to be really knowing all about this feeling. He was one who was beginning to be knowing how to make wonderful music out of this thing.

Being a patient one, he went on feeling what he had been feeling ever since his early feeling. But now he was beginning to be one who was knowing more and more about this thing. He was beginning to be one who was really feeling what he was feeling and really knowing how to make wonderful music out of this thing. He was beginning to be one who was really knowing what he was needing. He was one who was needing six fine singers and six fine instrumentalists. He was one who was needing to be making wonderful music for seven hours. He was beginning to be one who was also knowing what the listeners would be needing. He was beginning to be one who was knowing that to be hearing this wonderful music the listeners would be needing to be coming and going as well as hearing. He was beginning to be one who was really knowing what he would be needing and what the listeners would be needing. He was really feeling what he had been feeling ever since his early feeling of this feeling, and he was one who was really knowing what he was needing to make wonderful music out of this thing. Being a patient one, he was still feeling what he had been feeling ever since his early feeling, and he was still caring about this thing.

For a long time he was one who was waiting. He was one who was needing to be waiting. He was one who was needing to be raising money. He had already ended his early feeling of his feeling, and he was one who was already knowing what he was feeling and how to make wonderful music out of this thing. He was still one who was needing to be feeling what he had been feeling ever since his early feeling of it, but he was also one who was needing to be waiting. Being a patient one, he was waiting. He had been going on feeling his feeling ever since his early feeling of it, and he was now knowing all about it. He was one who was knowing how to make wonderful music out of this thing. But he was also one who was knowing that he was one who was needing to be waiting. He was needing to be waiting for three years. He was a patient one.

At the Whitney Museum on May 15 he was no longer one who was needing to be waiting. He was one who was only needing to be sitting down and making wonderful music out of this feeling he was still feeling. The six fine singers were singing, the six fine instrumentalists were playing, the listeners were coming and going, and everyone was seeming to be caring. He was one who was finally really feeling what he had been feeling ever since his early feeling, and finally knowing all about it, and finally knowing just how to make wonderful music out of this thing.