This is a deep, deep passion and I’m not going to apologize for it or let people pathologize
me for it.
Apollo was a good-looking god but not a very steadfast one.
The roof of the car had been sheared off by emergency workers.
Heavy is the head that wears the crown.
You’ve got a black eye on your eye.
Sexuality after all is the most social of expressions, the deepest human connection.
There is a club inside the club, a sort of interior venue, called ~The Rose Room.
She will say the word and vanish.
Note on the Text
These 555 sonnets are made with found lines and precise measures, a database and text analytic software. I crunched Shakespeare’s sonnets for word, syllable and character averages — my new measures. The lines’ oddities are their own, the arrangement is mine. After the text analytics and data entry, many ways of assembling are found. I hold to the turn (when I think of it) and that sonnets are poems of a certain size, but little more. Something in excess of the lines passes through, it’s this that I’m chasing.
John Lowther’s work appears in The Lattice Inside and Another South, and Held to the Letter (with Dana Lisa Young) is forthcoming. He works in video, photography, paint and performance. His dissertation-in-progress tries to reimagine psychoanalysis with intersex and transgender lives as pointers toward our ever-expanding subjective potential. His website: http://lowtherpoet.wordpress.com.