Born in historic Kamianets’-Podilsky, Bondar enters the Kyiv-Mohyla Academy in 1994 and moves to Kyiv, where within a few months he loses a thick notebook containing all the poems he has written in the past 3 years. He starts “from a blank slate”. In 1997 he wins the first prize in the most notable literary contest for youth held by the Smoloskyp publishing house, which in 1998 publishes Andriy’s first book Spring Heresy.
One can only speculate as to why this book did not reach the readers. It is a fact that it was not sold at regularly held youth seminars, contests and Smoloskyp readings. Was Andriy’s poetry too adult for “youth contests”? Did the uncensored language frighten the publisher? Was Bondar insufficiently patriotic for this very patriotic publishing house?
It is truly unclear. But within a few years Bondar decides to remind everyone about himself and in 2001 publishes a collection of his poetry, Truth and Honey, which includes selections from his previous book along with new pieces. This collection is an example of the most refined poetry, a wondrous and magical literary game, and metaphorical richness. The Bondar of Truth and Honey is a real “poet of culture”, who enthusiastically plays the glass bead game, testing the abyss of his encyclopedism.
Nevertheless, poetry triumphs, by exhausting the well of cultural visions. After Truth and Honey, Andriy stops writing poetry for a while. He writes prose, which he prints practically nowhere. He writes numerous essays, articles and reviews. He works for periodicals and newspapers.
And suddenly, at the end of 2002, a completely new Bondar appears – harsh, uncompromising, and free-versing. He passionately throws himself at life, as if till then he had lived in a measure of illusion – and suddenly his eyes opened up. His new poetry draws polar reviews: either complete admiration or categorical rejection. In January 2003, the poetry readings of Andriy Bondar, Yuri Andrukhovych and Serhiy Zhadan gather unheard of full houses. Almost an hour after the start of the reading, people who couldn’t make it inside, were still standing by the Youth Theater, waiting …
His long-awaited book Primitive Forms of Ownership appears only in September 2004. The poetry is very ironic and self-critical. The world with an unrestrained blast of microparticles bombards every cavity of the poet’s body, and comes out with the blood, in the strangeness of tender and piercing poems of a person, who is not afraid to live. His last poetry collection is Songs, Songs appeared in 2014.
GENETICS / (Untitled)
I have a very good genetics
my grand-grandfather lived till 119 years and died with dignity
just went to the house and died
saying before that "Well, I will die" and my grandmother and his granddaughter
(when I hear this story, one hundred and the first time I can not resist laughter)
she even calms down: "oh no grandpa it's too early"
maybe my grandmother is telling half truth
or perhaps she's telling the truth but not till the very end
I can't say that she's lying because you shouldn't speak of the elders that way
but sometimes it seems to me that my grandmother blow it up a bit
119 years is too much even at the beginning of the twentieth century
but who knows? Anyway, those villagers have never been counted
moreover nobody issued documents to them then
but still – I have just fantastic genetics
whatever you're sain'
I have all the chances drag till eighty and if gerontology
will go on further in their scientific developments and invent
some new pills from eld in that case even up to ninety
you can survive
Another question is my current lifestyle
and how I'm wasting my health
how we all are wasting our fucking health up
we inhale tobacco fume drink chlorinated water
don't sleep at night get up at 12 o'clock we are stressing out
We cheat on our wives our wives cheat on us
every day we die from jealousy
We're watching our property holding tight our wallets in trolleys
we sit for hours in front of computers
On the one hand we're all around with a promotions of a healthy life
they're calling for healthy sex and cheering us up in every possible way
on the other hand it's so hard to put on a condom
already in 29 years it is so hard to put on a condom
it would be easier to wear it on, I do not say that I have problems with potency
there's few 29-year-old who have a problem with potency
but if I'll even for another month will hold my laptop on my balls
I won't be saved by any Spaniard fly or yohimbbe or even Viagra
but I cannot do it differently
I will continue to keep my laptop on my balls and
I will write my hopeless poems which are more and more oftenly called a stories
one older aunt - native sister of one Slovenian poet
who has been in the queue (for several years now) for the Nobel Prize -
and said: "Why do you call IT a poetry?"
oh no - I wanted to answer her - don't worry
I'm not going to compete with your brother
I'm still too young for a Nobel Prize
and I have a laptop on my balls and I don't know personally John Ashbury
and I don't have English translations
so chill out old woman don't worry about your brother
I will continue to keep my laptop on my balls because
I can't do it in a different way because it doesn't work that way
if you want you can call it stories if you want you can call it a dog crap
but I can't do it any other way
I can no longer afford to write with metaphors
to flirt with a tradition and to write about snails
maybe you are right and poetry is dead in me
(Lord again a metaphor) and I'm no longer a poet
and more so not a poet of culture or a poet of nature
I'm the poet who keeps the laptop on his balls
just call me so:
"Andriy Bondar - the poet who keeps the laptop on his balls"
You can possibly make me any better compliment
shall I explain you what is laptop?
ROBBIE WILLIAMS / (Untitled)
"why are they all looking at me?"
do they really know that I am Ukrainian "- I always think so
going to the next bar
"Is this really that obvious, is it that that much obvious
Is it that much obvious that I'm Ukrainian "
I'm taking off the jacket (the imported one seems to be German but there is nobody wearing like
I'm in the jeans bought here last year
I'm in the sweater manufacturing in a country of Peru
sweater - from the gentle wool of the alpaca
it is qualitative and comfortable, but no one wears it here
I'm in American glasses
shoes rather sporting - these were trendy four years ago
do I look hopeless
or it's just seems so ?
my mood swinging between passionate patriotism and to beat someone in a face
it would have blown me complitely though
"Only Ukrainians can just like that and beat someone in a face" -
they think so and are right
"Only Ukrainians know how to sing so well" -
they think so and are right
("so I won't sing today" - I decided)
"Only Ukrainians can undress with a look that well " -
they think so and not mistaken
"Only Ukrainians could kill so many of ours
for such a short term "
they think so and not mistaken
In a such short time it's possible just for Ukrainians
I have half an hour
to fulfill my historical mission
what can I do in half an hour over one cup of beer?
To sum up the day
another one day of a Ukrainian in Poland
and to make a comforting conclusion:
"they just like me as a human being as a man"
and I pay them with mutuality it all back ordering another beer
and Robbie Williams is already for tenth time is telling me what he needs
"I just wonna feel real love" - sings Robbie Williams
we need the same thing with him
today I won't beat anyone in a face -
I make a step towards Ukrainian-Polish reconciliation
and I'm smiling like nobody here can
They can clearly see my teeth straight line of a healthy white Ukrainian teeth
Nobody here have such.
PSALM TO A BROTHERHOOD / (Untitled)
The Coen brothers - Ethan and Joel - taught me
do not be afraid of blood
the Tyutyunnyk brothers - Hryhir and Hryhoriy -
have teach me nothing I had have learned
Marks brothers influenced entire Hollywood's cinema
the Letov brothers looks more like father and son
the Klychko brothers' life is going the best possible way
the Branco brothers were accused of liaison with the mafia
the Schumacher brothers continue to represent "Ferrari"
By the way, are the Starostyn brothers still alive?
The Baggio brothers don't look like brothers at all
the Inzaghi brothers seem to hate each other
as well as the Chornovil brothers
the Surkis brothers is better not to know
the Saullochov brothers seem to be in prison
the Medvedchuk brothers hopefully will be inprisoned
the Khachilayev brothers and the Barayev brothers soon all be shooted
the Prokhasko brothers I haven't seen them for a while
the Lucuchuk brothers I have never seen together
the Pokalchuk brothers I don't even want to see
the Kapranov brothers I chronically can't distinguish
Vasyl and Vadym Skuratovskyy – aren't brothers
Ivan and Yevhen Marchuk aren't brothers too
"Braty Gadyukiny" – aren't brothers as well
"White brothers" sing hymns in metro transitions again
the Warner brothers shoot "Harry Potter's" second part
the Weiner brothers seem to emigrate or to be dead
the Strugatskyy brothers influenced several generations
but for some reason I have bypassed it
I was more interested in the Goncourt brothers
the Eliot brothers - Thomas Sterns and George
the Holmes brothers- Sherlock and Mycroft
"Karamazov brothers" and "Joseph and his brothers"
and my childhood - altogether solid the Grimm brothers
from the Jackson brothers only Michael made his name
from the Nobel brothers - only Alfred
from the Ulyanov brothers - only Volodymyr
from the Bush brothers - only George
from the Zerov brothers - only Mykola
but Mykhaylo had a better luck
the Lumier brothers were both lucky
except for all mentioned there's brothers
consanguineous uterine single-breasted stepbrothers spiritual
younger middle older
twin-brothers twins brothers Siamese brothers
cousins second cousins forest's Serapion's and Gideon's
"Brothers Tyutchev" - the sale of packaging materials
there are chames pards comrades billies fellowes pales bros cronies
brothers in misfortune and brothers in arms
trieth as brothers as much as devil's brother
neither brother nor kinsman brother against brother oh where're you brother
brother-killers brother-lovers brother-sellers
Brothers in Christ Brothers Muslimes Brothers-Slavs are brothers-pilots brothers-
acrobats brothers Gavz
sometimes brothers are more like lovers
sometimes brothers are not alike at all
if I haven't had a brother
Who'd then tell me what is the difference between
female and male sexual organs?
Who'd I've entrusted with the secret of my first love?
Who'd have taught me how to reach a naive man's pleasure?
Who'd explain the difference between a penalty kick and a free kick?
Someone must necessarily be near
if you don't have a brother I wish god gives you at least a sister
with sisters that's even more curious
A short song about love to the native language and the national history
Love and keep Ukrainian language,
Like you hold your tongue,
Because it contains 32 letters,
How once there were teeth
In your mouth.
Soft sign, like a breadpulp
Leave it for the hungreds.
It is thirty-third.
In the war, as in the war:
Who doesn't run to kill
Let him make a death wish for the enemy
And then to pray for the eternal life -