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May 27: Today, an arrangement by Geof Huth's daughter, Erin, of three pwoermds by Geof Huth that I stole from his blog:
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The reason it's here, beside the standard one, which is to get me out of work, is that I wanted to pontificate a little on it. I consider it a brilliant visio-tactilo-infraverbal poem by Erin of words created by her father, mainly because I interpret it as, foremost, a single image. This: an elf-window which presents a view through and beyond thought, which is thus struck out, rendered obsolete. But the poem also represents a self that is the window described. The fact that Erin cross-stitched the poem contributes engagingly to its homeyness, its being in someone's self-/elf-house (extremefully appropriately so, this poem being a daughter's birthday present to her father).
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