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Consider, If You Will
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In this collection of sonnets, John Manesis reexamines nursery rhymes, children's stories, and classic myths, casting them in different lights and variant points of view. Were Humpty Dumpty, Little Bear, Old King Cole and Icarus who they seemed to be? The three sonnets below are included in the poetry book.

 

The Ascent of Icarus

My father, Daedulus, a man of good intentions,
preoccupied himself with his inventions.
The lever, wedge, and maze were paramount
and I believed I was of no account.
Before we lifted off the Cretan shore,
he cautioned me and as he had before,
predicted our escape would represent
his most ingenious accomplishment.

But it was I who rose into that glare,
higher than even he would ever dare,
a moment which for once was mine to claim,
the feat forever coupled with my name.
And even as the feathers, one by one,
wafted down, I did not curse the sun.

Public Defender

Distinguished members of this avian jury,
the bird before your beaks, Passer domesticus,
could not have harbored such an awful fury,
would never have perpetrated a crime so vicious.
Not a feather of evidence, a forced confession,
sensational headlines in the Jailbird Gazette,
the usual witnesses that sing in unison,
the coroner a flighty, inexperienced vet.

While Cock Robin’s killer is flying high,
my client’s caged, indicted for this deed
because the prosecutor needs a fall guy,
a member of an overpopulated breed--
the sad, familiar tale of a common sparrow,
an immigrant who was framed by a bloody arrow.

The Quiet Ones

Yes, there was a flock of us, it’s true,
squished together in that smelly shoe.
The old woman always ate the bread,
while we, her children, got the broth instead,
and even though we never said a peep,
she caned us all before we went to sleep.
Now that we are grown and she has passed,
we tell ourselves those days are in the past.

We meet just once a year, at the cemetery,
up on the hill outside of Canterbury.
Sitting far apart, we picnic there,
enjoy the view, inhale the open air,
and just for fun, throw rocks at her headstone.
Then, in single file, we start for home.

 

Reviews of Consider, If You Will 

     On the face of it, Consider, If You Will, is a cycle of eighty-five sonnets that explores aspects of our heritage of nursery rhymes, fairy tales, children’s literature, and Greek mythology with keen and original insights into their ongoing possibilities to inform and inspire our poetic thinking and in the process to offer us artful, high entertainment as well. But John Manesis has done something more than this. He has given us yet another sonnet sequence that sings its praises and love for a special object of affection—only this time that object is the very well-spring from which poets have drunk deeply for as long as we can remember.

                  ––George Economou, Professor Emeritus, English Department, University of Oklahoma

     This stimulating collection of sonnets moves through shared emotions and dilemmas of humankind.  These sonnets, rooted in nursery rhymes and fairly tales, suggest a universality of emotions and behavior.

                  --Catherine Cater, Professor Emerita, North Dakota State University. 

     I loved your ironic take on the seemingly simple nursery tales.  My favorites are the poems that allude to Greek mythology.  These could almost stand alone in a separate collection.

                  --Dorothea Bisbas, Poet Laureate of Coachella Valley, author of "Vinegar Flats."

 

 

Like Fly Paper or Super Glue – Only Better
(A review of Consider, If You Will, poems by John Manesis available from amazon.com or autographed by the author from his website: www.jmanesispoetry.com)
By LaMoine MacLaughlin
 
     Several years ago I had the privilege of judging the Jade Ring Poetry Contest for the Wisconsin Regional Writers’ Association.  Among one hundred fifty poems, several stood out as excellent, but one in particular captured my attention.  It was a sonnet titled “The Ascent of Icarus” by John Manesis.
 
The Ascent of Icarus

My father, Daedalus, a man of good intentions,
preoccupied himself with his inventions.
The lever, wedge, and maze were paramount
and I believed I was of no account.
Before we lifted off the Cretan shore,
he cautioned me and as he had before,
predicted our escape would represent
his most ingenious accomplishment.

But it was I who rose into that glare,
higher than even he would ever dare,
a moment which for once was mine to claim,
the feat forever coupled with my name.
And even as the feathers, one by one,
wafted down, I did not curse the sun.
 

I think several aspects ensnared me.  Here was a wonderful old story retold from an interesting, creative
perspective.  Haven’t you ever wondered what was going through the mind of Icarus as he ascended toward the sun?  Here it is.  And here Manesis brings a personal poignancy to the narrative as his original contribution to the myth.  This sonnet is part of his most recent collection of poems, Consider, If You Will, revisiting a wonderful array of tales from familiar nursery rhymes and children’s stories to Greek and Roman mythology, bringing to all of them a new, fresh, often humorous, contemporary perspective.
     All of these sonnets reveal Manesis’ mastery of form, but do not think, therefore, that these poems are old and stodgy.  They rhyme and they are metrical, but they speak in a twenty-first century language with a diction we hear every day.  They represent what is a grand tradition and at the same time are living examples of the current renaissance we call neo-formalism.
     But what I most like about all of the poems found in Consider, If You Will is that they stay with you after reading them.  So much contemporary poetry disappears (and probably should) as you turn the page.  Few images remain.  The music (were it ever there in the first place) quickly fades into silence.  We experience little (if any) magic.  Not so with the poems of John Manesis.  They ride with you to morning coffee.  They return with your soup at lunch.  And sometimes an image will rear its head as you drift off into dreamland at night. The sonnets found in this collection  stick with you long after reading them.  Like fly paper.  Like super glue – only better.            

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