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January 05, 2025

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I love the poem and agree with it too! Now I have go look up the kacynzki syntax.

I love this! I love the voice of the poem.

CClever and wondrous poem which screams out REREAD ME--AGAIN! And the poem of course recalls to mind Richard Harris croaking "MacArthur Park" and bemoaning a cake melting in the rain. Love this poem. Thanks!

Love the poem, especially the juxtaposition of the cliche right off the bat—and I say: LET 'EM EAT CAKE!

Thank you, January (what an apt name) and Terence.

A fun red velvet poem that speaks Truth--long-distance relationships are fermenting acts of terror, bombs building, building, and about to go off at any moment. So, eat all the cake you can for as long as you can, or can you.

I like the swing back and forth between the boyfriend and the Unabomber--it takes a good number of reads to track the poem, and even then there's still great mystery. An astute, ambitious effort to capture a complex situation. Intriguing commentary on syntax, the English language, meaning, many other things including love, juxtaposed with darkness.
Also pleased to see that you teach in Salem, January! I'm from Peabody and once took a class there at Salem State. Good poem, and Terence, good pick!

made me want more, of january's poems, of terence's picks, of cakes

Good poem!…I’m intrigued with the title: Manifesto..At first she says, “You can’t eat your cake and have it too”…and moves from there to a question, “Can I eat my cake and have it, too?…and from there to the statement, her manifesto: “I’m eating my cake and having it, too.”…Her voice gains in strength as she moves from what her boyfriend says to what she says…The route to get there is interesting and requires some more reads…Thank you January and Terence!…A great way to spend this cold afternoon!

Agreeing (as always) with all these commenters & showering some January love on this wonderfully bright poem. Thanks (as always), Terence, for a weekly bolt of pleasure.

Where has O'Neil been all my life? (I know where Kaczynski has been.) SO glad to meet January who softens this January.


Prof. Berger:  Thanks for the comment.


Thanks, as always, Leslie for your comment.


Michael: Glad you liked it.


Thanks, Elinor (and happy new year to you).


Thanks for the comment, Cindy.

Loved "Love is a kind of syntax." Nice.

Wonderful poem. I loved it.

Excellent poem! Loved it ❤️

Thanks, everyone, for the kind words.


OK, Mike! Glad you liked it.

What a poem! It takes me away from me and leads me into realization. Such an important choice. Thank you both.
Jack


Thank you for the comment, Jack.

I loved this poem. I loved each delisious word.

This is a terrific poem! I love the way it plays and doesn't play. Also, the mention of Salem State brings up great memories. Thank you Terence and January for both gifts.


Lola: thanks for commenting.

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