[Darling, I don’t do object permanence.]
John Lowther, Sonnets from 555
Darling, I don’t do object permanence.
I wish the virgin would’ve had an abortion.
All things counter, original, spare, strange.
What’s dry feels drier, what’s wet feels wetter.
There’s a lot of time there’s nothing to do.
Go christen that room with your naked body.
Fucking a young person means missing the point.
The same goes for the pure repetition.
Education does not exist to persecute you.
The sooner you get that through your head the better.
My interests are very singular.
I wanna be screwing when the nightmare comes.
555 is a collection of untitled sonnets whose construction is database-driven and relies on text analytic software. I crunched and analyzed Shakespeare’s sonnets to arrive at averages for word, syllable and character, these averages became measures for three sets of sonnets. The lines are all found, their arrangement is mine. Values for word, syllable and character were recorded. Typos and grammatical oddities were largely preserved. The line selection isn’t rule-driven and inevitably reflects what I read, watch, and listen to, thus incorporating my slurs and my passions as well as what amuses and disturbs me. These sonnets were assembled using nonce patterns or number schemes; by ear, notion, or loose association; by tense, lexis, tone or alliteration. Think of Pound’s “dance of the intellect among words”— The dance in question traces out a knot (better yet, a gnot) that holds together what might otherwise fly apart. I espouse only the sonnets, not any one line.