To be human is to come to terms with a repetitive and trying history; an acceptance of the potential beauty and the overiding toxicity of mankind. The Human Condition is a Terminal Illness, pulls individual and societal insecurities out from our collective subconscious in an effort toward analysis and question. More often than not, in the midst of a confused, selfish, self-hating populace, the answers are left wanting.
I’ve always believed the best compliment to give a writer is to say he or she is generous, and Matthew J. Hall is undoubtedly so, with a variety of observations and declarations, organized between remembrances only poets can make. From love to death, to all the aching moments in between, Hall finds sympathy for his subjects at each and every turn, usually when they need it the most. All this, while he asks optimistically, if everything is meaningless, why does the heart beat so fiercely?
~Matthew Snee author of the novel, The Cardboard Spaceship and poetry collection, Evil Summer.
The Human Condition Is A Terminal Illness full of troubling reality and its many disturbing elements of flaws, sadness, and banality brimming with pain underneath. These real life story poems have small glimmers of hope repeatedly sinking down beneath disappointment and heavy dankness. When you want more, but you feel inundated with the many pointless parts of existence. When you crave connection to genuine love, but that is overtaken with glitches of hurtfulness. When part of you desires to fix people’s broken pieces, but the other part of you knows that you can’t or you won’t.
~Juliet Cook, poet and editor of Blood Pudding Press, which published Matthew J. Hall’s poetry chapbook, Pigeons and Peace Doves (2015)
You will find nothing here but raw emotion, honest language, and truth–as Hall pulls every photograph from the scrapbook and tries to put together a desperate salvage mission.
~Wolfgang Carstens, Founder of Epic Rites Press and author of poetry collections, Crudely Mistaken For Life, The Abyss Gazes Also and Factory Reject.
Publisher Bareback Press
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My Rating 💜💜💜💜💜
Masturbation, sketching, and warring lovers seem to feature heavily in this book, with observations and perspectives from those people on the margins of society. Matthew Hall, with great brevity, gives them an iconic slant on a number of occasions.
A poet myself, certain lines I read have never been truer, and make my own seem clumsy in comparison. Hall simply pens the lonely nights, the endless shift, and the arguments in relationships that never seem to end.
Poem French Manicure pinpoints perfectly wondering thoughts. The book offers different views on love, such as in Another Life, Another World
1 of the factory girls used to flirt with me
wife to be
Those situations, and incidents, that you don’t come across being written about often.
He worked himself
into an early grave
his family never wanted
because he worked himself
into an early grave
is easily my favourite from the book.
Absolute corker of a book, even the order of the poems in the book fit together like a dream, just as you think they’re getting a bit sticky Hall switches them up, and they dip, and they come up again with ease.
You’re missing out if you haven’t read this one.