There aren't many poets in this world or galaxy,
for that matter, who could bring together Elton John and Osip Mandelstam in one poem. Peter Manuel
is that poet and he is, to quote the great Jimi Hendrix, "bold as love." Pop culture, Yiddishkeit,
personal angst, sheer delight in being alive, and second thoughts about everything including God's
creating this world fuel his poetry. Peter is Soul Unlimited. ~ Baron Wormser ~
Peter Manuel's lines and images jump like popcorn and sprawl about a world richly populated
with a host of icons culled from all the reaches of our culture (Wagner to Barry White, Monica Lewinski,
Ally McBeal, Mandlestam and Thoreau). Like a Chaplin or Woody Allen, he creates his own image of contemporary man:
the lonely figure who swings between the desire for the companionship of others and a frantic attempt
to preserve his singleness, as he staggers on rejoicing and creating his own micro-climate, fizzing
with animation and appetite, accompanied by kvetching. The wise and wry "Surviving Shrapnel" is a small
masterpiece that comes out of the lessons and wisdom learned of failure. His wild and terribly funny word play
has the clickety-clack "Afro-desiac" excitement and energy of tap dancing.
~ Ted Bookey ~
Like a modern day Walt Whitman, Peter Manuel sounds his sweet baritone yawp
over the top—in poems of stunning, exuberant embrace. His language caffeinated to the max,
this poet belts out a kind of radical honesty whose purpose is freedom from pretense
and whose effect is spiritual growth, “freeing a stiff-necked soul” to praise.
Praise what? Oh reader, praise God and rock & roll, belly dancing, estuaries, poetry,
a little sleaze—whatever will keep the heart expanding and the soul on its knees.
This is a Manuel we all need to follow!
~ Betsy Sholl ~