Geof Huth


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Geof Huth was a poet once and wrote words from his head, forming strings of words he called sentences (of words, of death, of sorts), but he abandoned those ways for thoughts he channels from elsewhere, calcifications of meaning that he expels from himself to expunge even their shadows from his soul. Daily, he stores a clump of these thoughts at his blog, dbqp: visualizing poetics. Occasionally, he captures collections of these on pages of smooth pulp, the latest of which he calls a book / of poems / so small / I cannot / taste them.

 
 
 
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