|Geof Huth, "atened" and "ostracosa" (4 April 2017)|
The write of pwoermds is not a poet but merely someone struggling to give names to the world. The process is Adamic, simple, element. And each of those words written down mars a surface, changes a place.
The pwoermd names only what holds it. And thus, for the first time, we see it: the thing. Without the help of words, we would not know what we saw, we would not even know how to feel.
Here I am, says the pwoermd, See me. I am here only for an instant. Watch me, before I disappear.