What upsets me is that my ice cream doesn’t taste as good as it used to…

What upsets me is that my ice cream doesn’t taste as good as it used to.
The love impulse in men frequently reveals itself in terms of conflict.
Find the coefficient of static friction between the chair and the floor.
I thought things had finally improved, but things didn’t change that easily.
In this respect, facticity is a form of reflexive ignorance.

There is no way out and has been no way out so by now it ought to be no issue.
The smoke comes out of Daddy’s cigarette but it never goes back in.

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.

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