Language wants to be poetry.

It wants to do more than tell. A story, it realizes, has some magic in it, but it isn't of magic. A story repeats an event (real or imagined). A poem is the event.

The actuality of a poem coursing through the human body—to the brain, the heart, the lungs—is a happening within us. The sound of language that means without telling hits us the hardest.

The play of language off the tongue and its flicking in the ear (even language that comes from the hand, chasing into the eye) is not a thing but a state of the briefest ecstasy, the smallest rush. 

Of blood, of breath, of brimming.

Once a pun slips into those streams of words over words, there is a little electricity in the air. The language tells us, "I am not real.

Historic Boone Tavern, Room 312, Berea, Kentucky

Coming in over it, the world (as it is, so small and distinct beneath me) resembles imagination more than fact. Under a grey sky, even Kentuckian November seems a muddy green—the houyhnhnms running, invisible, beneath me, the only evidence of them the silent pounding of the hooves hitting the green sod.

I might've dreamed it all—I might've thought—except that I know my dreams too well. Shapeshifters, they have no contours.

My only poem is one of broken words. It eats your heart and leaves a hole for bleeding. It steals a breath from every breath you take.

My only poem is open strands of meaning. It leaves a ringing in your ears you might believe is music. It rises out of muck to cry a call to chase.

My only poem is wanting over having. It is a grasp—as firm as steel—of air. It aches for aching and hates to ache for hate.

My only poem is all you're ever losing. It opens like a yawning sinkhole's sinking.
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This is a list of where I expect to be on the road in the future. If anyone knows of anything of possible interest to me happening in these places at these times, drop me a line, though I can’t be sure I’ll have the time for anything.

  • 3-5 October 2011: Buffalo, New York
  • 6-8 October 2011: Cheyenne, Wyoming
  • 19-22 October 2011: Bethlehem, Pennsylvania

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    1 October 2011
    The Grey Borders Reading Series
    Niagara Artists Centre
    354 St. Paul Street
    St Catharine's, Ontario
    Geof Huth, NF Huth, and Angela Szczepaniak
    8:00 pm


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