Warning, this is not underwear.
There is nothing else I can say.
Only the shallow know themselves.
I’m looking forward to sharing.
I say this purely be te dubs.
Do not attempt to put in pants.
Everyone says there is no going back but they’ve blocked all the exits.
In case of flood, proceed uphill.
I’ll be dancing in the flames.
No one’s going to forgive me.
Knowledge comes with its release.
Do some very simple, if highly emotional, addition and subtraction, and you arrive at a
whole new way to see yourself.
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, and these are 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 that I’m chasing.
John Lowther’s work appears in the anthologies The Lattice Inside (UNO Press, 2012) and Another South: Experimental Writing in the South (University of Alabama Press, 2003), and Stone, River, Sky: An Anthology of Georgia Poems (Negative Capability Press, 2015). Held to the Letter, co-authored with Dana Lisa Young, is forthcoming from Lavender Ink. His website: http://lowtherpoet.wordpress.com.