I've been away from the blog for too long, simply because of all the reading I've been doing lately, which hardly affords one the luxury of writing even a simple entry. Not to mention the writing of poems and keeping up with the Anchorite work, which is moving along slowly but decidedly. I did have the opportunity to take a night off last night to read with Geof Huth at the Red Square. Another intriguing performance (perhaps perfromance?) by Geof who, along with a visual aid (chapbook form) presented poetries, from a poetry of silent inscription to a poetry of sounded description. And by "sounded description" I mean a poetry of pure sound--no signifiers, no signifieds, but a primitive, pre-linguistic sonic play of unscripted assonance and dissonance. Truly an event.