I’ll come running to tie your shoes.
This is in no way a propaganda for a larger population.
Either I’m begging or bruising for you.
I enjoy large posteriors and I am incapable of deception.
A vulture of silence will eat your gut.
Let me see you dance.
It goes back and forth.
Let’s take ourselves back to the “foundational crisis” at beginning of the last century.
Begin to see recurring themes, colors, shapes in the pieces of trash your eye is drawn to.
That’s about where I am right now.
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.