Sleep as a Form of Dreaming it through to Morning

Geof Huth, "What We Breathe and Say Together" (4 November 2010)Some days, I think I'm a poet, but not tonight. I am a man who simply draws out the urge toward word, or actually I'm simply the man who points to (who paints towards) how I did this yesterday, during an electronic records symposium in Victor, New York, for I am a person of many facets (for I am a human person living humanly). Why, even I have to ask myself, do I see this as writing? Because it tells us, I answer myself, about how writing makes us supremely human.

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