Remember how sometimes you'll walk through your usual day and suddenly see something in a way that makes you grin (at least internally) a YES? Sid Gold's poems do that. These poems see clearly and speak the honest language of everyday. Their distinctive energy derives from his gutsy approach and from his surprising and delighting images. Golds poems have the dual good sense of lacking pretension and of carrying evocative pictures of the life energy in his city of Working Vocabulary, a city that welcomes and rewards re-visitings.
I liked this enough to order a second book of Sid Gold's poetry after only reading a couple of poems. I might not have done that if I'd finished the book first. I enjoyed most of the book but not so much the final section, the last third.
The title hints that these are poems of the street. Not exactly thug life but growing up tough in NYC. The poet has seen some sights. Much of it is fascinating enough to draw me in. But not all of it.