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A Spider Taps Its Feet In Unison
This book is more than a meditation on solitude. It is a day-by-day calendar full of poems, stories, fragments of memory and intriguing and wonderful discoveries. The writing has a physical reality and the book is a celebration of a curious mind. Joachim Matschoss is deeply engaged with the world in which we live and his writing his poetic and precise.
Lukas Drihy
What is never lost is the primacy of experience and the direct way of finding its expression. This is a beautifully constructed book. The writing is clear-eyed, meditative and full of surprises.
Frank Rullow
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ISBN: 978 1875894819, Paperback, 745 pages, $39.95
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AWAY WITH ME
Joachim Matschoss 'Away with me' is a literary journal.The writing is evocative, lively, thought provoking and captivating. Matschoss takes the reader on a journey through time, place and imagination and it is a pleasure to follow the desire lines of his thoughts. The beginning of the journal prepares the reader for the journey upon which she or he is about to embark and the ending is surprisingly satisfying. In between is a feast of sensory detail which makes the reader feel that she or he is right there with you. The combination of historical information about the places the writer visits, his personal reflections and the sensory descriptions keep the reader interested and turning page after page. (Martha Lovette)
The literary journal Away With Me is no ordinary account of the author´s travels. Poetry and snippets of prose stand next to short stories of the everyday moments, the little idiosyncrasies, the people you meet on the road. Matschoss writes with the meditative attention that is needet when visiting places that once were home and in a way still are to be called foreign. (Lukas Drihy)
The most distinctive features in Matschoss´ new poems are their beautiful clarity and the sense of stillness.(Campbell Connors)
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Joachim Matschoss: Away With Me / Hardcover and paperback, 353 pages / Published by PenFolk Publishing, Blackburn 2008 / ISBN: 978 1 875894 71 0
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From the book: 1965.
When I was little my family and I often went on holidays together. We drove for what seemed like forever and I remember that never in the history of family outings have children asked the question: "Are we there yet?" with more gusto, more justification than my brothers and I on these trips.Windows had to stay shut even though it was stinking hot in that car because my mother's hair-doo wouldn't have survived even a little breeze. And there was no air conditioning in those days. We drove and drove and listened to country songs.
'Don't fence me in', was one of them. A metaphor for later life.
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THE HOUR OF THE WOLF
The most distinctive features in these new poems are their beautiful clarity and the sense of stillness. Photography and poetry talk to each other and at the same time listen, like a good conversation. These poems are meditations on place, art, love and physical reality.
Campbell Connors
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J. Matschoss/Jesse Marlow: The Hour of the Wolf / Paperback, 84 pages / Coverdesign:
Bill Ellemor / Published by PenFolk Publishing, Blackburn 2007 / ISBN: 978 1 875894 63 5
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glen iris, a park, 5.45am
in the twilight, near-silent
two pre-dawners are kissing,
passionately
the strict routine of the twilight
has not yet begun:
the procession of briefcases
the ritual of de-caf lattes,
soj milk and short blacks and
the rushed rituals
once the first train has opened its jaw -
the clubbers have gone
a street eerily free of traffic
the wind whips over us,
the lovers ignore the chill
hands and mouths work
feverishly
following the rules of twilight.
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DEAD RIVER OAKS
We hadn´t planned that walk. We had never planned anything. It happened and other times it didn´t. We had intended just to sit for a while, watch the birds dive or swoop across the surface, but somehow we started to discuss religion and politics, and as always I was the one listening and Karla talked. `I´m sorry, Lisa. I guess it´s because I rarely have a chance to talk. When I´m with him I barely get the chance ´to talk.´ Somewhere between Heidegger and the role of Lothar Späth in the collapse of the Christian Democrats-led government in one of the Southern states of Germany she told me, that she had recently dreamt of my hair and how much she would like to lift its thick mass off my shoulders, loved to touch its magnificence. I felt good, despite the awkward placement of this compliment, but before I could reply, a `thank you¿ on my lips, she began to talk about Martin and the blown light bulb in the study, which had annoyed him for a couple of days now. `Why don´t you change it?´ I said with a smile and was surprised that I had spoken. A love triangle leads to tragedy in this unconventional mystery. The story opens with the death of a woman named Karla. The police and the coroner agree that it was suicide, but suspicion abounds. Two people certainly had motivation to do Karla harm: Martin, her common-law husband, who harbors bitterness over the time he caught Karla in flagrante delicto with another man; and Lisa, a woman with whom Karla was having an affair. The story alternates between Martin's and Lisa's version of events before and after Karla's death.
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Joachim Matschoss: Dead River Oaks / Paperback, 328 pages / Published by iUniverse, Inc. / ISBN: 978-0595392049
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PLUMM UND SEINE FREUNDE
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Joachim Matschoss: Plumm und seine FreundeGerman / Illustrations: Wilfried Niederjohann / Published by R. G. Fischer, Frankfurt/M / ISBN: 3-89406-431-5
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