It’s about the breath of non-attachment, the uselessness of creative sugar-highs, and some other stuff…

It’s about the breath of non-attachment, the uselessness of creative sugar-highs, and some
            other stuff.
What are you doing these days?
I understand that position (theory?) but think it’s too easy.
I am working and have many interesting things going on, which I would love to tell you
            about if you are interesting.
They were so much circling around themselves that they almost failed completely in
            making things clear.
Cease and desist, or something. Suffice it to say these ideas pervade every aspect of my
Resistance is an excellent topic, one I’m intrigued with for all the wrong reasons. The irony
            is, that no one knows better than I, how impossible it is to survive outside.
I forget what they call that now (I should be ashamed!) but it doesn’t really matter.
There are buses but they’re a pain in the ass.
This area’s almost always empty…
Glad to hear it.

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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