Keimer in Barbados: An Uncertain Principle
i
stool
predestined
horizontal / vertical man & man
ii
think of it as | something like
a gauze, or, in 3 dimensions,
a stiffened sponge
1) the fine grain, the quarky
waves in waves, jarring agaist
waves OILY & PANEGYRIC
these oiled & agonic
2) passed through smoke
smoke as an erasure
erasure as spiral swirl of Keimer
with flecked red devils
sparks
3) soap
We are the fallen
about the hot sand
the drying suds
iii
Keimer
back to / back towards
America
iv
Keimer’s eyes like ‘a pig poison’d’
I think of in a
cloak
do you see the lines of its folds
with their action straight down
(their action upon one another
refolding and deleting)?
it’s like a Brownian motion in
2 dimensions, Brownian waves
Keimer, befuddled at this introduction
then finished, impoverished
in Barbados
still in his cloak?
journeyman
slaveholder?
those cloak waves now horizontal wave waves
Comma?
Writing straight out of the typeface
where did Keimer get his ideas?
fuck the stove
I
the sweat the sand & blood
on Barbados?
I am KEIMER
creek moose
–>richie_fire