Sounds enter the canyon: dog barking; pickup truck changing gears; hollow report from a sniper's gun fired
in Afghanistan; swish of a sword slicing through a neck in Iraq; a faceless missile aimed from a trailer parked
in Nevada, exploding an anonymous body in the Middle East; soldier's brain compressed into dust from the
blast of a roadside bomb. Birds singing, a woodpecker thumping on a tree,
written as a Cagean composition,
"the outcome of which is unknown."

Is it
again, is
it music?

Walk the same streets year after year, and hear: "How are you?" "Good. How are you?"
Peripheral to cities, regions as centers are "a new kind of life." Social media is g
connected and scored by rumors of war.