Maybe I’m after a new world, but in a way all I want to do is play a game and see what happens…

Maybe I’m after a new world, but in a way all I want to do is play a game and see what
Then I saw that same snake on my dresser, all curvy and everywhere.
He’s becoming increasingly more terse with each message.
Funny thing that same snake appeared on album covers of the time and notebooks all
            stained with Your House coffee and egg grease.
Their playing was leagues below their composition.
It reminds me of a guitarist friend of mine.
The comparison is certainly gracious, and I’m not the least bit unhappy someone would
            give my work such a reading.
I confess, though, that I can’t really think of many that are that necessary; usually, I think,
            the play with space is just that, playful.
Here’s a funny one.
That same snake even crept into my dreams until I was able to wrestle it and put it into a
            paper shopping bag and take it to the zoo.
Goodbye Georgia, you’ve lost your mind.

Note on the Text

Correspondences is composed of 62 poems assembled while cleaning out personal email ahead of a swift termination date at an old job. It took 11 hours and 46 minutes. I don’t know why I timed it. I was thinking about my time there as congealed labor, though I didn’t do much of anything for 20 hours a week in my hidden cubicle. All lines are written by correspondents to me (and so “found” in a specific sense, perhaps “addressed” would be a better term). I normalized the punctuation and capitalization a bit for consistency. Only one line was taken from any given email. Many poets’ prose is poached here, but none from the Atlanta group (where I would read this material as soon as it was written).

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:

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