A Joseph Matick Story
NAOMI LARBI— If you weren't a poet, what would you be doing?
JOSEPH MATICK— Pushing daisies. Probably still be a Dylan fan.
NL— Well, we’re lucky that you are a poet then.
JM— Good Looking Pomes, my 7th poetry book, was a book accidentally about all the problems that are solved by staying in a hotel. People tend to come to you. I also write better when my bed is made.
He thinks for a second, and admits candidly how travel impacts his writing.
JM— I think differently in New York, I think differently in Paris, and I write differently in both. Traditionally, hotels have been taking care of poets.
NL— You’ve been dubbed the Last Living Beatnik.
JM— I feel that the baton being passed to me completely.
NL— Does it come with pressure?
JM— If being a beatnik is being broke and honest, then no. Technically, it’s the New York School, but we don’t talk about that here. But if it can't exist here, then we are doomed. There’s a dialogue between both cities; I’m just wearing the jersey that everyone told me to put on.
NL— What makes you feel safe?
JM— The ability to be wrong. I recently did a reading at Pigalle Country Club, and it scared the shit out of everyone, including me.
NL— What was scary about it?
JM— How reverent the crowd was. Which might have been in huge part regarding the lineup, including one of the first punk rockers, Cynthia Ross. The whole idea was to take a space that was always used for excess and debauchery and subvert the energy into a reading.
NL— What’s the enemy of creativity?
JM— That question! And the fear.
NL— If you listen quietly, what's the soundtrack to your life?
JM— A hummingbird with no record deal.
NL— What's your relationship to self?
JM— It feels like we just got married. Eccentric, correct, and confused.
NL— Are you poliitical?
JM— Very. I’m quiet about it and very violent, too. My violence comes out as poetry. Meet at a bar. If you're too far right, you’re wrong, and nothing's left.
NL— What is language?
JM— The only known other. I mean, I’m good with my mouth, but mouths get you into trouble. You can kiss someone, you can get punched in the mouth, or you can grab a pen.
NL— You seem to have offended a lot of people at the last reading. Do you get off on subversion?
JM— No, but I can’t apologize and certainly not now. I tend to believe what I say, and that’s that.
NL— Is there any better epoch than now?
JM— No, and if we can’t all lie to each other about that, then we should all go home.














