Will Gluck
Will Gluck
Will Gluck is an American film director, film producer, screenwriter, songwriter, and composer...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionDirector
CountryUnited States of America
butterfly artist bird
Just as the bird sings or the butterfly soars, because it is his natural characteristic, so the artist works.
soul purses sides
Inspired by the purse rather than the soul, the mercenary side fairly screams in many of the works put out by every day American publishers.
piano voice study
In the piano, one has the instrument complete before he begins; but in the case of the voice, the instrument has to be developed by study.
teacher hands understanding
Vocal study before age 20 is likely to be injurious, though some survive it in the hands of very careful and understanding teachers.
giving-up goal advice
If the student could give up her work on my advice, she had better give it up without it. One does not study for a goal. The goal is a mere accident.
trying vowels way
French is, in many ways, more difficult for an English-speaking person to sing. It is so full of complex and trying vowels. It requires the utmost subtlety.
advice want students
A student will send me an urgent appeal to hear her, saying she is poor and wants my advice as to whether it is worth while to continue her studies. I invariably refuse such requests.
goal doe study
One does not study for a goal. The goal is a mere accident.
memories childhood world
We look at the world once, in childhood. The rest is memory.
saws firsts certain
At first I saw you everywhere. Now only in certain things, at longer intervals.
vocabulary silence wish
I am attracted to ellipsis, to the unsaid, to suggestion, to eloquent, deliberate silence. The unsaid, for me, exerts great power: often I wish an entire poem could be made in this vocabulary. It is analogous to the unseen...
able indifference hunger
I pretended indifference…even in the presence of love, in the presence of hunger. And the more deeply I felt, the less able I was to respond.
children sadness light
I’m like the child who buries her head in the pillow so as not to see, the child who tells herself that light causes sadness—
brother heart long-ago
The Red Poppy The great thing is not having a mind. Feelings: oh, I have those; they govern me. I have a lord in heaven called the sun, and open for him, showing him the fire of my own heart, fire like his presence. What could such glory be if not a heart? Oh my brothers and sisters, were you like me once, long ago, before you were human? Did you permit yourselves to open once, who would never open again? Because in truth I am speaking now the way you do. I speak because I am shattered.