Geof Huth, "WHAST' WASth" (9 March 2011)Came in out of th...

Geof Huth, "WHAST' WASth" (9 March 2011)
Came in out of the night after a day working. Came to sit down after making a fire of warmth and light. Came home after a dinner, and the cold of the night. Came in after slipping on the ice but not quite falling because I never quite fully fall.

Had a thought about finishing today. About what finishing would be like. About endings or end times, the difference wasn't quite clear.

Find myself in the middle of everything, in the middle of making, and being made, about made to be in the middle of my life even if past the center, and thinking.

Thinking it out. Thinking it through. And never quite done. Something else always to think, and the thought that comes after it.

It all continues. It all moves on, not forward, or not necessarily so. There is no forward. It is accumulation in place.

The word doesn't stay in place, doesn't hold itself still, moves in a body of words, the running blood of thought. A word is without boundary.

I write the word down, the words down, those that come to me. And I have never seen any of them before.

ecr. l'inf.