big time cat fancier

16.12.08

crawling through space on razorblade laser hands and knees

---For xtx

This tribute is adapted from an obituary...

Theodore Maiman, 79, laser inventor, dies... from days when power was measured in “Gillettes"... on the house, changing frequently, but it's a gardener's draft of history... "I was bored," said one man whose hands were covered in sores and snow...

I was using one of those very thin, sharp, double razor blades in an aquarium... you sat on your knees perpendicular, as they rested in the pooling... you that you have to get down on your hands and knees and feel the earth... I open my soda and cut my thumb... the universe humps against itself...

The subject, who acts a frame for a light, is hanged from the ceiling by their hands or feet and beaten, taken to a bridge and is found out as a piece filth or film... not so much cutting an edge as half-cut and still sliding, a bolt of red cotton finding the ceiling... then I could see just how steady I could hold my burning hands...

Zewdie was kneeling... a crimson tide fell into bath water and made violin sweeps... African drums cut the cord with a sterile knife... at an acute angle, you'd do this more often... not my father, he'd shaken hands and gentleman's words... Jell-o fired me from Circuit City on a Monday...

To look down, to buy razors, to crumble down on air... this is done...

Thirty-yard lengths of paper were then placed on the floor... sweep off all big junk... murder of your kneecaps... razor blades churned like tough sponges... machine knives tickle the skin of your cornea, creating space... a device of oscillating metal... a life of dried flowers next to an open window...

In an x-ray lab he unveiled words better used for sword fighting... 47 years ago he unveiled a fully functioning world... gold fell around me in a paste and I died...

Like perfecting the laser...

... it is very likely that he was addicted to hand sanitizer.

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