tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69117407343063330842024-03-05T15:34:26.897-05:00InterNaPwoWriMoInternational Pwoermd Writing MonthGeofhuthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763053227479195348noreply@blogger.comBlogger1430125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6911740734306333084.post-45649316754259937142019-03-29T10:16:00.000-04:002019-03-29T10:18:14.741-04:00Announcing International Pwoermd Writing Month XII (2019)<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Geof Huth, bloodrot (for Jane Chin) (2018)</td></tr>
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Another International Pwoermd Writing Month is almost upon us, and I'm more unready than ever. Instead of being at home for most of the month, I'll spend most of it traveling (to Austria, Slovenia, Hungary, West Virginia, and Albany, the one in New York). And this InterNaPwoWriMo, the twelfth, will begin while I am in a foreign country, a first.<br />
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Thus, I'll have fewer required pwoermds to create this year. The only two I'll require I do is one textual one and one object pwoermd, and the latter is going to be difficult, because I'll have to find objects while I am traveling and inscribe pwoermds upon them. I'm hoping I can find stones on the streets. It will be an adventure.<br />
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I'll also be writing nanoessays about pwoermds again. You can find these on Twitter or Facebook at geofhuth. Everything @ geofhuth.<br />
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For those not familiar with this international festival of the pwoermd, let me begin by telling you that a pwoermd is a one-word poem. No title, just a poem. Or just a title, which also serves as the poem. To participate, just create pwoermds this month. The goal should be one pwoermd a day, but you can do more, and there's no rule about skipping any number of days. Just make or choose words and call them pwoermds.<br />
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I'll be posting mine from four countries (minimum) this year, so stay tuned.<br />
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<i>pw(o</i><span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">’</span><i>er)md </i>Geofhuthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763053227479195348noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6911740734306333084.post-26935386725835274532018-05-17T13:08:00.002-04:002018-05-17T13:09:43.653-04:00International Pwoermd Day 2018<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Geof Huth, "lipspeak" (2018)</td></tr>
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The trudge of hard work of International Pwoermd Writing Month has come to an end, but that celebration is followed soon after by International Pwoermd Day, a shorter (and thus easier) event.<br />
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This day does arrive too soon after the monthlong celebration, but there's no way around it. May 19th we celebrate as International Pwoermd Day because it is the anniversary of the coinage of the word <i>pwoermd</i> by me in 1988. It's been a long time.<br />
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I'll create some pwoermds especially for #InterNaPwoDay and likely write a few small thoughts on pwoermds, and I encourage others to do so as well.<br />
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I will also release two "books" of pwoermds and announce the publication of a couple of others.<br />
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So stay tuned, and make something yourselves for us to tune into.<br />
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<br />Geofhuthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763053227479195348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6911740734306333084.post-91194029974162081362018-04-10T22:51:00.003-04:002018-04-10T22:51:33.059-04:00WordletThe pwoermd is only, not lonely.<br />
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<i>pw(o’er)md</i>Geofhuthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763053227479195348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6911740734306333084.post-31047351424290233812018-04-08T23:49:00.000-04:002018-04-08T23:49:54.515-04:00The Ethical Pwoermdist<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Geof Huth, "wordflesh" (8 April 2018)</td></tr>
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Today, Jeremy C. Casabella wrote me to ask me an ethical question:<br />
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I put together a pwoermd that had implications with which I felt uncomfortable, and so I changed it. Do you feel it Is a pwoermdist's responsibility in being a pwoermdist to catch them all, or is it best to ignore some possibilities?</blockquote>
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I returned a jesuitical response:<br />
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We can’t catch everything. But people can hold us responsible for what we make all the same.</blockquote>
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I then asked him to send me the two works so I could judge the former against the latter. I found the replacement pwoermd, the revision, to be more problematic--but for reasons entirely different than the problem he had with the first pwoermd. <br />
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The interest here was low-level social responsibility (how we show respect to people somehow unlike us). Yet we both came away with different thoughts on what was best, which is to say, least offensive. Jeremy argued, convincingly, that his original would be more offensive to more people, which I agreed could certainly be the case.<br />
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The issue here is that we all speak different languages. We have individual relationships with something as complex as language, so we see it from different perspectives, one for each person on earth for each second of their individual lives. </div>
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And that has something to do with the magic of pwoermds. Sometimes, we write an ingenious poem in a single word, but no-one understands the point of it. That doesn't make the poem weak or worthless. It merely shows we can never know enough about language, but we can keep trying--and keep enjoying language as we do.</div>
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Geofhuthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763053227479195348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6911740734306333084.post-15900666700582163612018-04-07T23:30:00.001-04:002018-04-07T23:30:15.410-04:00The Wily Word<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Geof Huth, "HUNT" (7 April 2018)</td></tr>
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Today, I've had a difficult time with pwoermds. I've made a few--by this point all but one I am required to make. I've not been inspired to create a pwoermd out of my head, meaning a pwoermd of the type I can write onto a page without the need for anything additional.<br />
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I have made various forms of pwoermds, however, maybe more than in other days, so the pressure to look for inspiration continues, even though I have less than a half an hour to finish.<br />
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We'll see how it works.<br />
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<i>pw(o'er)md</i>Geofhuthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763053227479195348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6911740734306333084.post-72825673565810595602018-04-06T22:43:00.002-04:002018-04-06T22:43:54.935-04:00WordThe pwoermd is unitary. In the world of many, the pwoermd is singular and alone. \\<div>
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The pwoermd exists outside of syntax but inside of language.</div>
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The pwoermd is the sound of a human exhalation.</div>
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The pwoermd is a breath let go.</div>
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The pwoerm is a sound sent outward alone.</div>
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I am not the pwoermd, but you are the reliquary for the pwoermd.</div>
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If you want to hear the pwoermd, you must be fully of the word.</div>
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Geofhuthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763053227479195348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6911740734306333084.post-26810509825891326312018-04-03T22:15:00.002-04:002018-04-03T22:15:26.824-04:00dpress / un-dpress<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>Hilton Garden Inn, Room 710, Albany, NY</b><br />
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I’m away from home with a non-functioning keyboard and trying to type on a screen. I found an old pwoermd / fidgetglyph and posted it above. I am tired and barely productive. Maybe this is my work for tonight.<br />
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<i>pw(o’er)md</i><br />
<br />Geofhuthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763053227479195348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6911740734306333084.post-13446015183851097202018-04-02T20:47:00.002-04:002018-04-02T20:47:41.840-04:00The Pwoermdists<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container tr_bq" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Geof Huth, "DEATHEART" (2 April 2018)</td></tr>
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This is just a brief note on the second day of International Pwoermd Writing Month, which day I've decided to call All Fools Day, a note about the pwoermdists I know are doing something for InterNaPwoWriMo. Here's a list of these brave souls:<br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="" style="color: #1d2129; letter-spacing: -0.12px;">Tim Canny</span><span class="" style="color: #1d2129; letter-spacing: -0.12px;"><br /></span><span class="" style="color: #1d2129; letter-spacing: -0.12px;">Jeremy C. Casabella</span><span class="" style="color: #1d2129; letter-spacing: -0.12px;"><br /></span><span class="" style="color: #1d2129; letter-spacing: -0.12px;">for a day, while</span><span class="" style="color: #1d2129; letter-spacing: -0.12px;"><br /></span><span class="" style="color: #1d2129; letter-spacing: -0.12px;">Claudia (Rose) Franken</span><br /><span class="" style="color: #1d2129; letter-spacing: -0.12px;">Sean Gallagher</span><span class="" style="color: #1d2129; letter-spacing: -0.12px;"><br /></span><span class="" style="color: #1d2129; letter-spacing: -0.12px;">Cliff Hight</span><span class="" style="color: #1d2129; letter-spacing: -0.12px;"><br /></span><span class="" style="color: #1d2129; letter-spacing: -0.12px;">Alicia La Motte</span><span class="" style="color: #1d2129; letter-spacing: -0.12px;"><br /></span><span class="" style="color: #1d2129; letter-spacing: -0.12px;">Bob Marcacci</span><span class="" style="color: #1d2129; letter-spacing: -0.12px;"><br /></span><span class="" style="color: #1d2129; letter-spacing: -0.12px;">Stephen Nelson</span><span class="" style="color: #1d2129; letter-spacing: -0.12px;"><br /></span><span class="" style="color: #1d2129; letter-spacing: -0.12px;">Bob Phillips</span><span class="" style="color: #1d2129; letter-spacing: -0.12px;"><br /></span><span class="" style="color: #1d2129; letter-spacing: -0.12px;">Katy Rawdon (Smack of Jellyfish)</span><span class="" style="color: #1d2129; letter-spacing: -0.12px;"><br /></span><span style="letter-spacing: -0.12px;">Sven Staelens</span><span class="" style="letter-spacing: -0.12px;"><a aria-controls="js_3ln" aria-describedby="js_3lo" aria-haspopup="true" class=" UFICommentActorName" data-ft="{"tn":";"}" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/hovercard.php?id=100011228131320&extragetparams=%7B%22is_public%22%3Afalse%2C%22hc_location%22%3A%22ufi_admin%22%7D" dir="ltr" href="https://www.facebook.com/arxhalo?fref=ufi" style="cursor: pointer;"><span style="cursor: pointer;"><span style="color: black;"><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /></span></span></a></span>Gökhan Turhan <br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; letter-spacing: -0.12px;">Hale Turhan</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; letter-spacing: -0.12px;"><br /></span></span></blockquote>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; letter-spacing: -0.12px;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I'll try to write something about each of these brave souls before the month ends.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; letter-spacing: -0.12px;"><i><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">pw(o'er)md</span></i></span>Geofhuthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763053227479195348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6911740734306333084.post-4675741630765380342018-04-01T22:11:00.002-04:002018-04-01T22:11:44.493-04:00How It Begins for Me<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Before International Pwoermd Writing Month began, I started making a list of types of pwoermds I would be writing each day of this month. I made the stakes hard for myself. Last year was the tenth InterNaPwoWriMo, so I had ten tasks. Since this is the eleventh, I have eleven tasks--and this little essay constitutes the eleventh and final task of the day.<br />
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I'm continuing my process from last year, and keeping track of my daily pwoermds on forms I've prepared, so as to ensure that I don't forget a task. But I also make it a little more difficult for myself by deciding (only yesterday) that I would keep track of the creation of my pwoermds in reach time, within the covers of a little rose-colored notebook I bought yesterday. Also, I'm requiring myself to write longer essays about pwoermds, and I'm going to produce a good list of participants--the latter, just not tonight.<br />
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In my booklet, I am documenting all the pwoermds I create, along with the time and location of their creation. This booklet is a little pwoermd diary for this month. But what if I make this a daily practice. Will I survive?<br />
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Anyway, here are my eleven tasks, to provide a sense of my plans:<br />
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<b>1. Environmental Pwoermd</b><br />
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I have to make at least one pwoermd a day that is set out in an environment, that gains meaning by being in a certain setting. Today's pwoermd I set up by a tufting of crocuses in Battery Park, just across the street from my apartment. First, I toured the park to find something to inspire a pwoermd, then I went home wrote the pwoermd down, returned to the park to set it in place, and documented that setting in place.<br />
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<b>2. Foreign Language Pwoermd</b><br />
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Each day, I have to write a poem in a language other than English. Today, the language was French, probably because I know it relatively well and because it's a good language for pwoermds. I've written pwoermds in at least three other languages besides English and French, so we'll see what I can make happen with other languages later.<br />
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<b>3. Found Pwoermd</b><br />
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I don't know why I have kept this form in the list, since it's a little unnerving to try to find a pwoermd every day. Not make one but FIND one. I have a trick up my sleeve, however, so I should be okay. Today, I heard this pwoermd, a weird mispronunciation-as-portmanteau during the television show "Meet the Press," so I moved this off my list (or onto it?) quickly today.<br />
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<b>4. Handwritten Visual Pwoermd</b><br />
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Today is Sunday, and Easter, and April Fool's Day, and the second day of Passover, which is to say I had more time than I would during the week. With this time, I spent maybe an hour making a large handwritten visual pwoermd in pencil. I'll probably confine myself to simpler achievements for the rest of the week.<br />
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<b>5. Object Pwoermd</b><br />
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Before this month had even begun, I had collected and even boxed the objects I planned to turn into object pwoermds, so I'm ahead of schedule here. I found a box with seven pieces of glass and made six object pwoermds out of them.<br />
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<b>6. Photopwoermd</b><br />
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Even though I take photographs all the time, I had to decide to take a photograph I thought I'd find someway to turn into a photopwoermd--because the rest of my photos were of brunch with Karen or simply of the pwoermds I'd created today.<br />
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<b>7. Pwoermd Essay</b><br />
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You're reading that (fairly weak attempt) right now.<br />
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<b>8. Pwoermdbottle III</b><br />
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This is the third year of this project, where I write all the transcribeable pwoermds only small lozenges of white cardboard and load them into a bottle (always an empty bottle once holding Barr Hill gin). I like watching the bottle slowly fill.<br />
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<b>9. Soundpwoermd</b><br />
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This is an easy pwoermd to make. I'm good at glossolalia, so I just stop myself after a few syllables and call it a soundpwoermd (an aural pwoermd). This year (well, at least today), I made it harder but forcing myself to transcribe the pwoermd into the International Phonetic Alphabets--so let's hope I accurately identified the click I used to end the pwoermd.<br />
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<b>10. Textual Pwoermd</b><br />
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I usually make at least one of these a day, so these are not hard for me. I even created one ("countercountenances") early this morning before I had gone to bed. I did four of these non-visual pwoermds today.<br />
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<b>11. Wildcard Pwoermd</b><br />
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I made this one loose, so that it could include any kind of pwoermd I had not made over the course of the day. Today's was a pwoermdkname for my friend mIEKAL aND. I realized as I was writing this that I didn't write an icepwoermd today, so I stopped to create "ghust," which is almost my email i.d., but which is really a strong gust. I took the picture of it in the dark, so that the flashing of the flash would be a gust of light.<br />
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With that, I'm almost done. All I have to do is update the pwoermdbottle and post evidence of "ghust," because distributing evidence is a big part of this project.<br />
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<br />Geofhuthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763053227479195348noreply@blogger.com0New York, NY, USA40.7127753 -74.005972839.9423093 -75.296866299999991 41.483241299999996 -72.7150793tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6911740734306333084.post-69583494905014742142018-03-29T21:49:00.000-04:002018-03-29T21:49:48.358-04:00Announcing International Pwoermd Writing Month XI<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Geof Huth, [Visual Pwoermd after Saroyan] (29 March 2018)</td></tr>
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The first of April, Easter, Passover, the first changing over to spring in a way we can feel it are all upon us. And with such graces of the seasons comes International Pwoermd Writing Month, the least of all the writing months of all the countries of the world, because it is the month focused on poems only one word in length. Add a title or another word, and the pwoermd disappears.<br />
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This year, I am once again calling for people to tell me if they will be making pwoermds this month and where they will be posting them, so that I can try to do a better job than I usually do pointing people to the pwoermds being made in the world.<br />
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To be truthful, every month is International Pwoermd Writing Month (officially only April) and every day is International Pwoermd Day (officially May 19th), but it is good to take a break from two-word and full-sentence pwoermds to focus on the small and see deeply into this thing called language and this ability of ours called insight.<br />
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If you will be participating, leave a note here or look for my name on the Internet and leave me a note where you find me.<br />
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A pwoermd is fleeting but that is why it is also precious.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Geof Huth, shell pwoermds (29 April 2017)</td></tr>
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The month is nearly over, yet the pwoermds won't be. I likely won't write at least one object pwoermd a month, but I'll still make pwoermds. I am trapped in a cycle, more a cycling, a process, a movement, a sinkhole. I am moving through the word every day, lost in language's ability to give up sense to us and to give up on sense, trapped in the punful life, too much of language to live without its play, ingrained with language, dipped in the baptismal waters, yet never brought back up. I am firmly of the word, unitary but not uniform; the pun, multitudinous and confusible; and the pwoermd, ordinary and revelatory. There is no way out.<br />
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<br />Geofhuthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763053227479195348noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6911740734306333084.post-7049621764265072102017-04-28T22:11:00.003-04:002017-04-29T21:35:29.988-04:00Funning<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Geof Huth, "MENTUM" (28 April 2017)</td></tr>
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Earlier this week, a friend said he questioned the value of my pwoermds because they were nothing more than ironic puns. Nothing wrong with that criticism. Tho my pwoermds are not always puns.<br />
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I reminded him of an important quotation by me about pwoermds: The pun is the highest from of literature.<br />
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I stand by that point.<br />
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<i>pw(o’er)md</i>Geofhuthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763053227479195348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6911740734306333084.post-69781356284104717382017-04-27T22:30:00.001-04:002017-04-29T21:35:54.260-04:00Friends<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Karen and I had our first party at our apartment today, and I didn't even mention pwoermds. Our company was law librarians from across the state who work in the court system, and we had a fabulous (as Karen might say) time. <br />
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I did, however, introduce them to a little of my poetry. And I even gave one of them a little book of pwoermds of mine from 1987: the stanes. This consist of a little sued me pouch with drawstring (all sewed by me) holding three stones, each written with a different pwoermd, based on the type of stone it was. <br />
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The reader didn't comment on the pouch's contents after reading it. But that's okay. My goal isn't acceptance, and certainly not embracement. My goal is exposure. <br />
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I try to make the gears of people's brains roll. Simply that. <br />
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<i>pw(o’er)md </i>Geofhuthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763053227479195348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6911740734306333084.post-72569087854499622112017-04-26T21:31:00.001-04:002017-04-26T21:37:23.610-04:00Frozen<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Geof Huth, "norishmeant" (26 April 2017)</td></tr>
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<br />I am writing with ice this month. I haven't done this before this month because I didn't have the tools. Now I do: ice cube trays with holes the shapes of each letter of the alphabet. <br />
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While working with these icy letters, I assemble each word, each pwoermd, on a different surface than any previous ice pwoermd. There are two reasons for this. First, I'm interested in providing variety, especially when I'm making the same kinds of pwoermds over and over again. Second, a new surface is a new source of inspiration. This is especially important for my object pwoermds—of which icepwoermds are one type—because these are Adamic works that rename the surfaces and objects they are laid upon. <br />
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What I love about making these pwoermds is that I have little time to make them because ice melts quickly and the letters begin to slip over the non-cloth surfaces. I love to make a poem in the moment, without planning. I love to allow myself to write without a net, to solve problems in an instant, to make something that is pure and immediate inspiration. <br />
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<i>pw(o’er)md</i>Geofhuthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763053227479195348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6911740734306333084.post-83345056194595510232017-04-25T21:49:00.001-04:002017-04-26T21:43:27.905-04:00Flag<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Geof Huth, asemic pwoermd (25 April 2017)</td></tr>
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Time goes faster and faster. Even the pwoermds seem faster today. Five days left to this long month, and the deadline poet is flagging. <br />
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<i>pw(o’er)md</i>Geofhuthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763053227479195348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6911740734306333084.post-77370073648348537562017-04-24T21:55:00.001-04:002017-04-24T21:55:53.334-04:00Fullest<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Despite the moderate struggle I've been having during this International Pwoermd Writing Month, it is the fullest month ever. My volume of work (not at all a measure of value) is much higher than previously, likely because I've decided to create ten pwoermds or pwoermd-related things a day, which would lead to at least 300 of these by the end of the month.<br />
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However, the struggle to find powermds of different kinds each day has, unintentionally, caused me to write more pwoermds made out of letters alone, pwoermds with no essential visual presentation. Because of this, my little Pwoermdbottle II is filling fast with tiny pwoermds written on cardboard, leading me to worry (just a bit) that the bottle may not be able to hold every pwoermd I write this month.<br />
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Not a bad state of affairs, if one is like me and likes to make many things, big and small. I don't even mind if they're all small, just that they entertain, even if only with puns. But more about puns tomorrow.<br />
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<br />Geofhuthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763053227479195348noreply@blogger.com01 West St, New York, NY 10004, USA40.705242 -74.01612349999999216.2997105 -115.32471749999999 65.1107735 -32.707529499999993tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6911740734306333084.post-7312102627859296142017-04-23T21:39:00.001-04:002017-04-24T21:48:19.886-04:00Flailing<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Geof Huth, "ink-link" (23 April 2017)</td></tr>
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The days get longer as I try to produce these various types of pwoermds all day. The life of a <a href="https://www.google.com/search?kgmid=/m/0c1v270&hl=en-US&kgs=4ce7cd9ad6fea6d6&q=Deadline+Poet&shndl=0&source=sh/x/kp&entrypoint=sh/x/kp#spf=1" target="_blank">deadline poet</a> is taxing and tiring.<br />
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I slept more than twelve hours last night into this morning, but I'm still tired enough to head to bed early (for me) tonight. It is probably more than the minor work of trying to think up one-word poems that is tiring me out. Probably one of many underlying health problems. But we'll see in the end. <br />
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Regardless, today was a good day of pwoermds. At least. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Geof Huth, "0-squared" (22 April 2017)</td></tr>
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<br />Too tired to pwoermd, I pwoermd some more: phading. <br />
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<i>pw(o’er)md</i>Geofhuthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763053227479195348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6911740734306333084.post-27409509311887707222017-04-21T23:59:00.000-04:002017-04-23T13:30:10.056-04:00Frisk<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Geof Huth, "intraswashtic" (21 April 2017)</td></tr>
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The pwoermd is found. <br />
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<br />Geofhuthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763053227479195348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6911740734306333084.post-85646815208949953792017-04-20T18:16:00.000-04:002017-04-20T18:16:25.010-04:00Famished<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Geof Huth, "emchanted" (20 April 2017)</td></tr>
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I'm hungry. What happens to me these days (because of age or illness) is that I become tired and my voice goes flat whenever I'm too hungry, and that is happening to me right now, as I wait for dinner to begin, and while I have no idea when it will begin.<br />
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But I'm famished for another reason as well. The evening has begun, and I've created most of the types of pwoermds I have to create each day in April, but I yet to create the final two: the found pwoermd, which I'll probably be able to do with a little searching; and the object pwoermd, which is more of a problem since I didn't even bring any objects with me.<br />
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I'm still hoping for someone at my Mid-Atlantic Archives Conference meeting to hand me a good object today, but I really never expected anyone would. I'll have to find an object by walking the streets of Newark later on.<br />
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The night might get interesting.<br />
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<br />Geofhuthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763053227479195348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6911740734306333084.post-91063150852059375342017-04-19T22:06:00.000-04:002017-04-19T22:06:02.416-04:00Fess<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Geof Huth, "gnesst" (19 April 2017)</td></tr>
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Tonight, I planned for my month's worth of object pwoermds, at the last minute. I am running out of reasonable objects to create object pwoermds with, and I'm heading (via Path train at a cost of $2.75) to Newark for the spring 2017 conference of the Mid-Atlantic Regional Archives Conference, an association I've been a member of since 1988. So I sent the following note out to the Facebook page for the organization, thus admitting, even more openly than usual, how poem- and art-obsessed I am:<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">MARACkers, here's a weird request. Every April, I make at least 30 object pwoermds, which are objects I encrust with a one-word poem. This year, I'm running low on collected objects and heading to Newark (not far from home) tomorrow without any objects to make pwoermds with. So if you have any small objects you think are interesting and might hold the kiss of ink (and you're willing to part with them), take them to Newark for me, and I'll remember you as the giver (well, I'll</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; display: inline; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"> document it). Tonight's object pwoermd is pictured below, along with the archival materials I use to hold them for storage in my personal papers at the University at Albany. This is art, poetry, and archives (okay, and craziness) all at once. Objects have to be no bigger than 4 X 3.5 x 1.25 inches in size to fit in the box. Though I may be able to use other objects for other projects, if you have something larger to donate to this less than essential cause. Thanks.</span></blockquote>
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<i>pw(o'er)md</i>Geofhuthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763053227479195348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6911740734306333084.post-415789352838315592017-04-18T23:59:00.002-04:002017-04-19T00:04:34.132-04:00Fit<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Geof Huth, “Pwoermdbottle II: Day 18” (18 April 2017)<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: start;">
I have run into a new problem this year. I keep thinking I can barely think of pwoermd so, but I've made so many this month that my pwoermdbottle is almost full, and I still have twelve days to go!</div>
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Geofhuthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763053227479195348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6911740734306333084.post-8494050522034527962017-04-17T21:43:00.001-04:002017-04-19T21:52:14.519-04:00Fill<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Geof Huth, “flyspeek” (17 April 2017)</td></tr>
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The word is our fill, if our hunger is for language. We can drink a stream of words cool as water to soothe and temper us. In the desert, every source of water is holy and essential. <br />
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Yet even those thirsting will reach their fill. At some point, the stomach can hold no more water, the body won’t allow further hydration. Satedness comes sometimes in the form of revulsion to what one most wants and needs. <br />
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In a world with a surfeit of data, so much of it reduced to lettered words, the mere thought of the alphabet can repel the literary person, who searches frantically for an image sans word, a corner void of text, a languageless tableau. <br />
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Sometimes, the only antidote to the disease of language is the smallest linguistic fragment one can find. Just a word. Language out of context. The streamless seme. <br />
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The pwoermd performs not so much as language than as its opposite. The isolation of language. The reductio ad absurdum of poetry. The last refuge of the word-studded poet. <br />
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A poem of a syllable. Or a few. No need to take even a single breath during the performance of it. So small you might forget you ever heard it. Or saw it. Or understood it. <br />
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Yet the pwoermd somehow cures you of language, and your parched tongue becomes—once again—wet enough to speak, so you must say and do say,<br />
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"Stop."<br />
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<br />Geofhuthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04763053227479195348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6911740734306333084.post-28217417550407193832017-04-16T22:39:00.001-04:002017-04-19T21:52:50.289-04:00Fist<br />
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A pwoermd comes at you all at once. You might not have time to dodge it. <br />
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