The word I need to speak begins with the letter lost between ‘K’ and ‘L’.
We live in a deep canyon of language. We travel the length among known familiar things. At times we climb the walls in hopes of seeing what lies beyond. The climb is steep and if there is any view at all it is a quick glimpse through a haze of fog.
The poet, a language explorer, is among others, scientists, philosophers, and artists, who all explore beyond the horizon of the known world.
The poet is disturbed by the fact that there are things we cannot say because we have no words to say them. These unsayable things lurk just over the horizon beyond the reach of our vocabulary. We feel them, see them dimly, yet we cannot know them, cannot name them, cannot claim them as experience.
The poet is a language pioneer, blazing a trail into experience and recreating the experience with words so that others might know what lies beyond the horizon of our consensual lexicon.