First Son, Poet

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1. Cubeland Mystic says

   July 27, 2006 at 4:59 pm

   I think the poem represents a deep longing for food.

   It’s very obvious to me. The parents are away and drinking margarinas every night, and they irresponsibly forget to feed their children.

   Matthew, this is really your first attempt at poetry, wasn’t it? You don’t have to credit the Children. You did a good job. No really you did. It’s really good. I think so.

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2. Notrelatedtoted says

   July 27, 2006 at 8:03 pm

   “Don’t forget the goats.”

   That’s a pithy statement if I ever heard one.

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3. Jonathan Potter says

   July 29, 2006 at 9:27 am

   Very apocalyptic! An ironic meditation on God’s mercy and a rejoinder to the parable of the goats and the sheep, right?

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4. Cubeland Mystic says

   July 29, 2006 at 2:24 pm

   Jonathan
   I didn’t catch that at first, but on re-reading I see that now. Yes very apocalyptic. It is ironic. But I am still picking up deep feelings of abandonment, “Don’t leave them behind” and isolation “Don’t forget”. The writer is obviously tormented.

   Also, it is very Gnostic in its appeal to memory. There is the knower and the knower’s relationship to the known. The known is dependent upon the knower for its existence. The anti-realism is palpable here.

   Nevertheless the writer keeps a single corporeal toe planted firmly in space-time invoking images of the “half-dead” existing yet unknown and forgotten–perhaps only half-forgotten.

   Are you guys picking up Dostoevskian influence?

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5. Zachary says

   July 30, 2006 at 3:12 pm

   I’m thinking William Carlos Williams meets Woody Guthrie influence. Although, you can’t discount Russia. I’ve learned that playing Risk.

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6. Monica Lickona says

   August 28, 2006 at 6:17 am

   I must say that this is one of my favorite poems that you have written.
   After all, who doesn’t like it?
   Monica Lickona, Editor of the Lickona Times

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7. Matthew Lickona says

   August 28, 2006 at 11:59 am

   Why thank you, Monica. It really was a joint effort between Father and Son. That’s probably why it’s the best of the bunch.

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