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Music makes nothing happen. The incidental
tumbled cluster of morning, the half moon
over the hill, Ruth & Paul

packing for Sydney after Sandwiches
& the BDO. Is the music a summation
not quite a diary or direct account

but the plotting of a line of motion:
planned flights, 5 year plans
manifestos for parties

yet to be thrown? Tone:
staccato, falsetto. Immediate,
honest; veiled, masked.

What next? Play.