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A town whose screeching premise you understand but cannot stomach.
A mecca that has brought you from humility, hunger, and white coats prescribing pink pills behind locked and guarded doors to every dream you have ever wanted in nine short years.
I give you Los Angeles and Eros of Angels.
This 350-page collection of poetry and prose touches on philosophy, theology, metaphysics, science, and God.
It attempts to answer the question, why are we here? In metaphor, syntax and syllable without hiding behind clichs, corny quandaries, or curious canons.
This tome is a breakthrough for Luza, who writes in a more down-to-earth, relaxed, and modest style than in 2014s New York Nadir, for example.
Eros of Angels then is the collection of a lifetime so far for a naturally gifted poet who has learned by overcoming hurdle after hurdle that now is the key to then.
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Eros of Angels - Radomir Vojtech Luza
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Contents
Dedication
Reference Page
About The Book
Introduction
Part I
Fumbling Towards Family/
Philly To Focus
8Th Avenue
12 Poems In Three Days
Actress Armed
Alone
Alone On The Fourth Of July
Alphabet Of Poetry
Always Me
Another Neighborhood Council Meeting
Ash Gash
As The Train Passes Me By
At The Coffee Bean Again
At The Mcdonaldson Riverside And Lankershim
Atlanta
Baby
Backfire
Balance Beam
Balancing Buddha
Bark In The Dark
Barriers Brandished
Bartering By The Beach
Base To Camp
Basic Training
Be
Beauty In Everything
Bedroom Ears
Bee Of The Sea
Beelzebub’s Bargain
Beelzebub’s Hand
Beneath The Pool
Best Friend
Better Times
Between Orange And Yellow
Billiard Balls
Blowing Blues
Blue Bacon
Blunt Backhand
Boca Raton
Bosom Breath
Box
Boy And Girl
Breaking The Rules (Not The Laws)
Bucks Of Star
Burying Bad Blood
Busy Typing
By And By
By And Bye
California East
Cartoon Head
Caterwauling Canary
Central Park
Child, Oh, Child
Christian Counselor
Christmas At Denny’s
Circle
Cleveland Part Ii
Coffee Beandowntown La
Coffee On The Corner
Coffee Shop Blues
Cold
Combustible
Computer
Corner
Crawling Into Bed
Czechoslovakia
Daddy Put The Typewriter Down
Dance Floor
Dark Skies
Day After
December
Detour At Dawn
Deviation
Dirty Paper
Disturbing Destiny
Docu Dismal
Dog
Downtown
Drunk On Flies
East And West
Eating In Studio City
Easy
Eighth Grade
Elvis
Empty Page
Enough Therapy
Everyone Altar
Everything Bagel
Face
Father Oh Father
Fingers
Fire Truck
Fireworks (Dedicated To Patricia)
Florida Flora
Football
Forever Face
Forever Sad
Fragile Fawn
Friend
Friends
Friends
Full Moon Over Laguna Beach
Getting Past It
Girl
Girl Across From Me At Coffee Bean On Sunset And Hayworth
God Riding Shotgun
Good Poetry
Gotham My Gotham
Hand
Holdin’ On
Hole
Hollywood
Hollywood Holla
Hour To Write
Hurricane
Hypocrite
I Can’t Do It
I Do Not Know
I Do Not Wish To Write
I Don’t Speak Spanish
I Left My Heart In New York City(And I’m Not Sure I’ll Get It Back)
I Wanna Die
Ice Blended
If
If I Was Black
Immigrant
Immigration Alley
Imposing
Infected By Love
Ironic Island
Irrigation Alley
It Girl
It Is What It Is
Jingle Jangle
John
John Again(Dedicated To John Lennon)
Jose
Kennedy
Key
Killing Verse
La Found
La La Lost
La You Don’t Play
Lankershim Lights
Leader
Leaving La
Libuse
Light
Like Crazy
Little World
Listener
Los Angeles
Love
Love And Hate
Maybe Maybe
Mc Donald’s On Ventura Boulevardin Studio City
Me
Mental Hospital
Mess
Michael(Dedicated To Michael Hutchince Of Inxs)
Midnight Light
Midnight Mass
Midwestern Boy
Mind Open
Mirror, Mirror
Mister Fantastic(A Tribute To Robin Williams)
Molesting The Bard
Moments
Moon
Mother Speaks
Mother Maybe
Movie Marlin
My Mojo
Nectar Of Now
New Orleans
New York Blue York
New York City
No Family Blues
No Plan B
No Time
North Hollywood
Not A Word
Not Enough
Part II
Previewing Purgatory/
Vowels And Verse From The Streets To Keats
Now
Numbers
Obama
Officer Of The Law
Open Minds
Open Wound
Oxygen And Water
Pappa Proud
Patricia
Patricia, My Lady
Perhaps
Petra
Philadelphia
Pieces Of Gold
Pigeon Droppings
Plane On A Chain
Please Go Away
The Roar On The 134/Poetry And Prose
Blue Eye Beautiful
Salty Syrup
The Chain On The Door
Radio Alive
Citrus Angel
Mother #2
Seasons
Valencia Gold
Trampled In And Trampled On
Basically Blurred
Santa Monica
Manager Lady
Breakfast Buffet
Three-And-A-Half Times At The Airport
Wander
Little
$19
Dead And Homeless Again
La Again
Music
October 27
Soldiers
Disgusting Deadly Sex
Trampled In And Trampled On
Lax Baggage Claim
Poised To Bend
Porno Mourno
Prius
Radomir
Radomir Ii
Rainbow
Razor
Rebel Rouser
Red Velvet
Religion
Remnants Of Love
Right Versus Left
Rhythm
Rhythm And Bile
Rigid Religion
Ripping Rounds
Rocking The Roll
Rodgers And Hammerstein
Run Don’t Walk
Saving My Life
Sergeant Slaughter
Shedding Shackles
She Left Me Tonight
Short Poem
Sidewalk Of Song
Sister Once More
Sister, Sister
Sister Sister Sister
Sky
Sky High
Sleep
Song Of Life
Standing In Line At The Dmv
Starbucks
Street Master
Strip Solid
Subtotal
Sue The Sky
Summer Afternoon
Sun Beam Lost Dream
Sunday Before The Tv Screen
Sundays With Stephen
Supreme
Telling My Mother And Me That The Holocaust Did Not Happen On A Flight From Austria
Ten Minutes Before
Tentacles
Terror Tower
That Poem
The Beast Of Least
The Dance
The End
The Girl In The Spool
The Jet Blue Experience
The Last Poem
The Very Last Poem
Therapy
These Halls
They
This Book
This Girl
This Thing Called Poetry
This Time
Through It All
Time For Myself
Toes And Woes
Together
Towards Something
Transition Period
Transparent Tiger(Dedicated To Nicki Minaj)
Trapped
True
Tulane
Two
Use Me
Veil Of Stale
Victory Song
Villains Valley
Waiting
Waiting
Wanting It
Wedding Bell Blues
West Of Winter
Where Are You?
Where Did He Go?
Which Way?
Who I Am
Work To Do
Working For The City
Writing
Wrongs Of The Soul
Yellow
About The Author
DEDICATION
To Los Angeles, the city of angels, which has inspired me when I was flat on the ground, loved me when loneliness was my best friend and made me laugh when weeping made me half.
Continue illuminating the universe with sand, surf, sunlight and voices in the library. You mesmerize when you smile. Harmonize while using that incandescent guile. Also, deepest thanks and blessings to Mary Anneeta Mann, Maggie Shumaker and Brian Thorpe without whom this expression of poetry and prose would not have been possible.
And to the love of my life Patricia, who keeps me centered and real.
REFERENCE PAGE
The author also wishes to thank the english language which allowed him to organize the poetry and prose in this collection alphabetically.
Why? Because english and the alphabet have a certain originality and creative allure that favor this book, its literary mood and emotional landscape.
—Radomir Vojtech Luza—
Original Art/Sketches by Seth Young
ABOUT THE BOOK
This collection of poetry and prose, then, is influenced by Luza’s days of homelessness, hunger, humility and torture wandering the never ending streets of Los Angeles.
Radomir’s 26th effort is also chock full of subjects ranging from philosophy to theology, metaphysics to media and love to longing.
But more than any other topic, this collection revolves around the city it was written in: the purgatorial monolith that is Los Angeles. Whether poetry or prose, the City of Angels works its way into almost every nook and cranny of this blessed bible of belonging.
It inspires and elevates this book into a unique glimpse into one man’s struggle and ultimate triumph over an unforgiving, brutal and sometimes deadly town. Blood, sweat and tears are spilled in this unholy quest for survival as a young soul in its prime is nearly buried alive underneath the shame, guilt, fear and doubt that endlessly plague it.
In the end, the length of this tome equals the alienation, isolation and resignation that Radomir still feels expressed in syntax, alliteration, clauses and phrases.
It is a significant departure from 2014’s New York Nadir
for Luza in terms of maturity, humility, emotional availability and length.
Here, Radomir proves that perhaps miracles are not only beautiful, but possible, orange yellow not black.
That a city, like Los Angeles, can make you while it is breaking you.
People and places, Luza shows, are not random, but pieces on God’s chessboard.
Life, love and time are nothing short of rivers flowing into an ocean of humanity.
Eros of Angels,
then, is that mighty ocean. Its turquoise waters massaging continents and curiosities like a waterfall in Eden.
Eros meaning love. Angels defined as Los Angeles, the City of Angels.
This collection underscores redemption and rebirth that force the reader to look inward into his or her own tortured memories and unfulfilled dreams.
May love come without violence, but with knowledge gained through experience, illumination and education.
And may it come soon.
To Radomir, at least, love is God.
INTRODUCTION
There have been many notable poets who luxuriate in the splendor of language and the melodic, intoxicating way it can resonate. There are others who deliberately opt for stark minimalism and the trenchant, jarring affect it can have on us. Some can draw from the turbulence, crisis and injustice that all too often define our world, our statecraft and our headlines. Others may opt for acute introspection, and hope, through some subjective prism, to touch painfully personal chords and make their meaning universally felt.
Then there is Radomir Luza.
We live in an age when all too often the world of contemporary poetry
is peopled by semiliterate undergrads with bad breath and a six pack hangover claiming to be the next Bukowski or neurotic, misty-eyed empty-nesters
who read The Bell Jar
in high school and fancy themselves to be the new Sylvia Plath.
In the midst of this tedium, Luza is a refreshing study in genuine substance and artistry.
Born into a family of distinguished Czechoslovakian artists who suffered the horrors of the nazi onslaught, he has also been cast adrift and alone in the darker regions of the American landscape and is no stranger to the pain and travail of the lost and displaced of our world. Yet, being as resourceful as he is, Luza has transposed the painful trials that might have crippled a lesser man or artist into a majestic array of literary gems that inspire, endear, enchant and entrance with their piercing beauty and heartfelt honesty.
He is that all too rare master of the poet’s medium who knows just when and where to utilize all the approaches previously listed without ever sounding forced, synthetic or perfunctory.
Whether celebrating his Lover’s eyes in a delicate lyric or detailing with searing accuracy the often brutal grind of life on the urban streets, his words convey a precision that is as achingly precise as it compelling.
One could compare his work to that of Crane or Thomas, Ginsberg or Sandberg, and indeed, at its best, it traverses the same terrain with a skill and sensitivity that certainly ranks him in the same company. In the end, however, he is his own triumphantly independent and distinct visionary who respects the craft and teachings of the time-honored masters without ever sacrificing his own singularly moving and original perspectives.
EROS OF ANGELS, this latest of his collections, combines all of the successes of his previous achievements in a vibrant volume that is at once dramatic and tender, riveting and poignant. Along with a fine assortment of his recent verses, it also gives us a rich sampling of his prose work in which his talents are equally evident. Here again we find Luza as versatile, observant and sentient as ever, taking us from the earthbound to the ethereal, the sensual to the spiritual, the fragile to the formidable.
It may well prove to be his best publication to date and the tantalizing promise of even better works to come.
As one who has had the honor of sharing, reciting, editing and publishing this man’s work in the past, I can only hope that this edition reaches an even wider readership than have any of his books so far, and further solidifies his reputation as one of our most gifted poets whose work and example I hope will continue to captivate and endure.
Brian John Thorpe
Poet, playwright and co/editor of The Altadena Poetry Review
PART I
FUMBLING TOWARDS FAMILY/
PHILLY TO FOCUS
⁸TH AVENUE
8/16/15
Behind the wand of Fifth and
The bond of Sixth
Are you in your ru suit
Longing for rinse and rhyme
Bag and dime
At 42nd you careen
Into midnight and misery
Like collapsing mule
Gift stores and pocket restaurants
Line ungilded sidewalks
Like unwanted terrorists
Eyes looking you over
Like Filet Mignon
Top to bottom
Plastic cups and open caps of
Dough eyes and trembling wrists begging
For spare change
Dot your spine
Above 48th
3 pm shines through cracks
As buildings glisten and
People listen
Eateries, bars, pubs and bistros
Mark territory
To make you forget
The world’s debt
Weeping for darkness
Celebrating light
In middle again
Like heartbroken wren
12 POEMS IN THREE DAYS
7/15/15
I am a poet
First and foremost
Putting puzzles on papyrus
People thinking me powerful and proud
Personal and loud
This is my 12th poem in three days
Others would kill for what God gave me
What gift he instilled in me
Talent he retooled me with
Four poems a day
Here to stay
None in the gray
I love writing poetry
Ten hours a day
I pray
I want to start
A publishing company
For emerging poets
Turn American literature around
Let poets be paid
Make poetry a staple in schools
Open