"From the not so lofty perch of middle age, Androla sees in all directions: the blue smoke of days gone by, the gray & golden now, the certain shadow of the future's ass end. He knows the reaper's on the road & closing steady, still a little light remains & not all the fruit has soured. There's time left for small victories & he wins with this book: the str"From the not so lofty perch of middle age, Androla sees in all directions: the blue smoke of days gone by, the gray & golden now, the certain shadow of the future's ass end. He knows the reaper's on the road & closing steady, still a little light remains & not all the fruit has soured. There's time left for small victories & he wins with this book: the strained cadence of a life lived hard, words as natural as spit & poems built of flesh, breath & bone." -Bart Solarczyk...
|Title||:||What to Say to Death|
|Number of Pages||:||98 Pages|
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What To Say To Death by Ron Androla – GOSS 183/CASA MENENDEZ - ISBN 978-1440414916 Ron Androla is a poet’s poet. Not the Laureate style poet, but the street poet kind. Road rash, septic back up, alleyway drunk, syringe littered, street light out reality. Poetry is a life force for him. His main addiction. Through his life he has quit cigarettes and liquor, but never poetry. As poetic friend Gabriela Stroschen once said, Ron “Lives the poem.” And there is nothing of his life excluded. One could write a biography on Androla from his poems alone, no interview needed. Prolific & diverse, his poetry plays with language like a druggie would with chemicals.. There’s always another new way to get a fix.. And for Androla, that’s laying his lines out for us to snort up. So, snort away. There are 95 pages w/white lines awaiting. In his mojo bag of verse, Androla explains that “Language distinguishes/Concentration via movements” and that’s what it is. His poems move across the page. They bump & grind, they slither & quake, they ooze and recede. They are.Poetic FriendshipTo assert a propositionOther than I am a metaphor5 scrambled eggs in a blue bowlA spiral galaxy of milk in the centerDoesn’t cut cake to piece exactly nowNow & the morning light of nicotineNow & the flowers of bourbon in pores of skinNow & creating smoke horse-head nebulaNow & regrets & their results whispers crackMe, a fawn before the butcherMe, with fingernails of granite & no teethThe zombies have vanishedWrens, weak with meek seed, sob on metalFence topsEveryone I know wants to smile Poems that deal with the death of his father, his own medical woes, his wife, cigarettes & booze, dentures, “6 vikes & grape jelly toast,” a dog & cats, rain & snow, eyes, chocolate pop tarts, “dingfuckingbats,” New York City, truck drivers, “Folger’s black silk coffee/Is delicious with the aftertaste//Of Hawaiian beans”, and friends of the verse. Androla is one of the most under-appreciated masters of our generation. But then, as in his own words; We areHoliestUnread Feel free to worship at your earliest convenience.
Androla's poetry dares death to talk back. He writes cynically of getting older, with lines about getting high and drinking cross-referenced with lines about dentures and taking medicine. His writing is spare, yet rich with imagery. My favorite poem in the collections is "What To Do On One Day Off Work". Androla captures precisely the experience of being of an age when a day off work is not spent having fun.