Tuesday, June 21, 2016

too much human

There's a new chapbook now out at Black Editions Press, too much human, with an intro & 30 poems by me, poems that for once are consistently about a particular theme: the decline in human intelligence consequent upon dysgenic fertility & the necessity for radical depopulation & antinatalism in order to preserve the ecology. 

Here's the blurb from A.D. Hitchin.

A beautiful hand grenade of a book that would probably serve as effective population control for the hysterically reactive and weak of heart. Throw into a crowd of SJWs and watch them die.

//A.D. Hitchin, author of CONSENSUAL

The book is available at this link.

Tuesday, June 7, 2016

Horror Sleaze Trash

Great thanks to Horror Sleaze Trash who have just posted five poems by me at this link. Great zine from Australia with much great pottery in it. 

Don't forget to buy the latest, eighth & greatest full length with poems "about" Mille Plateaux by Deleuze & Guattari, available very inexpensively for its 148 pages from Black Editions Press at this link.

Thursday, May 12, 2016

desire & the desert

Thanks to Michael Mc Aloran my latest 140 odd poems are now on sale at Black Editions Press. Here is blurb that Carolyn Srygely-Moore wrote for it:

"Despite the innate rationalism of the traditional philosopher ..something I've never excelled at ... David McLean's poetry does not fall flat into any sort of rigidity. An atheist, David, when asked, says that principles, & secular humanism, are not obligatory tenets of atheism, indeed, are counterproductive. Humanism presupposes a higher notion of the human, a reverence for it, yet David & his work retain and glitter with an irreverent & delightful disdain for humanity, the devolution of the human race. A scholar of and practitioner of ancient, modern & postmodern philosophies, the “body without organs" trembles in his poetry, inviting the reader though millions of conduits into a sensibility of ghost death love childhood in a voice original such as few modern voices I've confronted in my reading. Vistas open."

Thursday, May 5, 2016

dead snakes

It's been a long time since I submitted much, but sent out a few subs recently. As a result, three things by me in the zine dead snakes at this link. Thanks to Stephen Jarrell Williams for taking them.

Friday, April 29, 2016

the curly mind

Thanks to Reuben Wooley at The Curly Mind, for posting three poems from the current chapbook. They are posted here, & here, & here.

Excellent zine, & the chapbook where the poems come from is available here from Black Editions Press. 

& here, by the way, is the whole of issue 3

Monday, April 25, 2016

passion is dead flesh

I haven't done a new book in a while & haven't done a collection that's all prose poems, so this chapbook from Black Editions Press is out now, it's all prose, & it's forthcoming at Amazon too. 

At Black Editions Press there are also a couple of books from Michael Mc Aloran that you might like.

Friday, March 25, 2016

the life & times of Henrietta

The life & times of this person are chronicled in two novels by me, both from Oneiros Books. the first, Henrietta remembers, see link, is about her dubious identity & matricidal tendencies, as she lives the pointless non-events of a postmodern Nausea. The second, flesh & resurrection, see link, is about her relationship with a sort of zombie, who is a pleasant enough fellow.

Nothing in either of these books symbolizes anything, and i try to avoid plot & dialog as far as possible, since they distract from the futility.

They are also available at Amazon & other places.

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

Queen Anne's Revenge

Three poems just posted in a new zine Queen Anne's Revenge at this link.

Monday, August 17, 2015

flesh & resurrection at Amazon

Now more product by me at Amazon :) 2nd & last novel now up there, at the following link, flesh & resurrection. It costs a mere seven dollars and is artfully constructed out of paper.

To avoid the evils of large multinational corporations it can be bought at publisher's website here.  

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Queen Anne's Revenge

There's a new zine called Queen Anne's Revenge. Couple by me due in first issue on 10th September. Thanks to editors Carolyn Srygley-Moore and Joseph M. Gant.

Friday, August 7, 2015

flesh & resurrection

Now available from Oneiros Books, here's my second novel & last book for quite a while, available at the following link, flesh & resurrection

Thanks to Michael Mc Aloran & Dave Mitchell.

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Pussy, get your instant pussy here!

Misti Velvet Rainwater-Lites is going to reawaken her Instant Pussy, and one by me is due in the forthcoming issue.

Suffering acute nostalgia I googled and found my issue of the fast twat from 2008, out of stock at Amazon but available POD at Lulu here.


Wednesday, June 10, 2015


Michael Mc Aloran
Oneiros Books

Echo/None by Micheal Mc Aloran further explores how the original imprint is dislocation & homeless. there is actually no nothing, there is no void or vacancy and absence is something that might have mattered, but somewhere else. there is no nothing to hypostasize & it does not noth, & everything is here all the time, often smelling funny, though you might not want it to be.

apart from the failure of the eye and sensibility, the book records the emptiness of speech. because meaning is broken by nature, it does not attempt to simulate a world created like a stage set to record the author's lunatic contribution to the pitiful attempts people feel obliged to make to sustain the stifling illusion of normality that the modern system, the system of modernity, demands.

i do not speak of social injustice and the inanities of fundamentally conservative identity politics, since these are completely insignificant compared with the basic & archaic truth that we are all always already completely fucked.

if no collapse bile vomit of dead hence elective breathe insertion of expels worthless distance opiate in in of lack traces never of/ a head/ a body yes/ dream-lack forgotten breakage dense as tears illumined sky of upturned eye’s resolve strip-skin all breath’s denude cut close to restless skull exigency dark what dark in/ collects dried bones from fit of origin escapade no life in them appearing as shadows nothing claimed struck out spat out/ fucked fallen breakage dense regard non-sense of gilded tumour lights brittle as disregard obsolete in final what/ death word/

there is very little to be said in favor of a world where we are obliged to be only apparently aware of it, when it is designed by others & words were obviously invented by degenerate idiots.

the seeming continuity of linguistic conceptualization is a shallow lie to hide the psychotic break, the point where the real creeps in & leaves its traces.

words bled out as of slaughtered wombage catascope regard of desert nocturne churn of obscene disregard all laughter’s return/ spoke yes or no has it/ dreamed of nullity yes/ nullity in which given sacrifice of all else/ un-sky/ clarify dense as shit reek of unbound bones dust of entrails shadow preface forgotten asking in present sheen/

this book is well worth reading, & it may be purchased from Oneiros Books at this link.

Saturday, May 9, 2015

A New Ulster 32

Forgot to mention that the new A New Ulster, with work by me in it, is up here. Check it out.

On another note, get yourself a copy of Henrietta remembers at Oneiros Books, there's a tiny sample up on at this link to fucking Tumblr.

I have recently finished a new novella things, called flesh & resurrection. This is even more of an anti-novel that Henrietta, though Henrietta is in it.

Monday, May 4, 2015

the art of being human

Thanks to Daniela Voicu there will be three by me in The Art of Being Human XV. Here is the fourteenth volume, and here they are on Wikipedia.

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

A New Ulster

Thanks to Amos Gideon Grieg, the editor, for taking some stuff by me for the next A New Ulster. The current issue and back copies are at the link, my things are due in the next one.

I have not been not submitting much, but noticed that they were open to subs. Progressing on second novel, which is turning into a lengthy prose poem with even less plot than in the first.The first Henrietta remembers, is here at Oneiros Books.

Monday, March 16, 2015

Henrietta tumbles

There's an extract from Henrietta on motherfucking Tumblr, which i firmly believe that nobody actually uses. 

Here is the extract. (There's a word missing near the start.) 

& here is the actual book, at Oneiros Books.

Thursday, February 26, 2015

Henrietta @ Amazon

Pleased to say that Henrietta Remembers, available from Oneiros Books, my first novel, is now also at Amazon at this link.


Thursday, February 19, 2015

Henrietta remembers

Pleased to say that my proof of Henrietta remembers came, & was OK. Accordingly it is now on sale at Oneiros books at this link. It will be on Amazon and so forth shortly. Thanks to Dave Mitchell & Michael Mc Aloran for doing the fucker & cover art, respectively.

Do get a copy, it's free of plot, dialog & everything else that fucks up traditional novels.

Here is the cover.

Sunday, February 15, 2015

Mung Being 60

Pleased to have six in the latest Mung Being, but sorry to say that it is the last one. Mine are at this link. All my work in this great zine and a bio are linked here. Good luck to editor Mark Givens with Pelekinesis Press.

Saturday, January 31, 2015

Unlikely Stories

Implausibly, i noticed four by me in the latest Unlikely Stories. Thanks to Jonathan Penton & Michelle Greenblatt. The poems are here at this link

Three of them are from Zara & the ghost of Gertrude. That is on sale at Oneiros Books.

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Henrietta remembers

Pleased to see the pdf for this, my first novel from Oneiros Books, Dave Mitchell's company now run by Antony Hitchin.

It's due quite soon. It's 209 pages of maniacal gibbering by me, very little plot or character development, much complaining about all sorts of things. Henrietta is still pissed off by stuff I tend to forget. 

At the link above there are several other books by me, much other good shit to read

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Michael Mc Aoran Un-sight/ Un-sound review

Micchael Mc Aloran
Un-sight / Un-sound
130 pp. gnOme books
review by David Mclean

The latest by Michael Mc Aloran is one of his better works. It also treats abortion & the shit-smeared eyes as its subject matter, it tells of the deficiencies of structure & the empty that is not waiting, but always already here,

Francis Bacon is quoted as nothing that we are always a potential corpse, a dead thing, which is the glory of meat, it might always just as well be me. This is not an invitation to some limp-wristed condemnation of the cruelty of butchers, it's a good thing. The eternity of our condition as possible corpses should be relished. People who are of a “spiritual” bent should not read Mc Aloran (& it is sheer politeness that makes me call them “people”).

Mc Aloran's project is to reveal the terrible tenacity of words that stubbornly persist in meaning when we deliberately set about using them as weapons to torment the angelic cadavers strewn about where the happy holiday camps of the mindlessly grinning flowers & summer brigade used to poison the mind. These corpses would praise their feculent gods when they weren't busy raping children. For some reason writers like Michael Mc Aloran (or myself) are accused of being nihilists, usually by people who only have a tenuous grasp of what the word “nihilism” actually means.

i cannot say what Mc Aloran means with this book, it always strikes me as the mark of an arrant dickhead to explain what a literary writer means, but the text questions the possibility of assenting to any given meaning, of believing.

Words, we are told, are “like abandoned pissoirs”. Around us should be silence. All the words that are spoken, that are repeated on the TV with all the insane arrogance of a defective child screaming in an asylum, all these words are empty if they are not used like weapons, like whips to thrash corpses.

Daniel Dennett said that all philosophers want to find the perfect argument, one that would work as a weapon, that would set up a vibration in the mind that would kill an opponent who failed to assent to it. I don't know about Mick, but I feel that the perfect poem would be one that instantly made all the fatuous “flowers, sun & summer” motherfuckers instantly commit mass suicide.

Probably never going to happen, I don't think they read very much outside of Fakebook, but this book is on the right path. I can strongly recommend it.

Thursday, October 23, 2014

Clockwise Cat 29

There is a new issue of the Clockwise Cat up again, the pussy open for business at its new improved site.

The verse is here, with some by me in it.

I was evidently busy, in some sense, & there are five reviews

Alison Ross.

Michael Mc Aloran.

Puma Perl.

Reuben Wooley.

Wolfgang Carstens & Janne Carlsson.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Zara @ Amazon

The latest book is now at Amazon too, at this link, Zara & the ghost of Gertrude.

It's also still at Oneiros Books.

Sunday, October 12, 2014

Mung Being

There's a new Mung Being out, it's themed "celebration", whatever that is. Four poems by me at this link.

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Zara & the ghost of Gertrude

Pleased to say that my seventh fill length is now available from Oneiros Books. It is at this link, Zara & the ghost of Gertrude, & will be available elsewhere online later. It is inspired by the writings of Gertrude Stein. I am seldom inspired by poetry, but she was cool enough. 

It is edited by Michael Mc Aloran, with the help of Dave Mitchell. They also have work available from Oneiros, as do many others, and the whole poetry catalog is linked here. There are also comics and novels available from the links on the main page.

Here is the cover, the painting on which is by Michael Mc Alroan .

Saturday, September 27, 2014


Much thanks to Felino Soriano, the first issue of Of/with is out. There's a poem by me in it. It's a great new zine.

On another note, my next book from Oneiros Books is out very soon, the proof soon to be sent. It's called Zara & the ghost of Gertrude, & is inspired by that Stein person, although she is neither a philosopher nor a character in a horror franchise. 

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Mung Being

Happy to say that the para-penultimate Mung Being will include four poems by me. Here is a link to my older work there.

Saturday, August 30, 2014


Googling myself out of insane vanity I was chuffed to see those, submitted many moons ago with a photoshopped picture. Bio hugely out of date as well. But anyway, here they are, in ITCH magazine.

Anyhow, buy a book or something. weekends are boring, so you know you want to.

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Puma Perl - "Retrograde"

Puma Perl
Great Weather for Media

128 pp.
review by David McLean

This is Puma Perl's second full length collection of poetry. Moving backwards through memory, but not getting worse, as the title might imply. I am assuming that it is not used in the medical sense or the original astrological sense, but maybe in the musical sense, of imitation, or the metamorphosis of organs in botany that assume the appearance of those outside surrounding them. As I remember, in Tristram Shandy the word is used just to mean slow or remiss. Maybe Puma feels her pen has been “a little retrograde” - having written all these things after the event.

The book is for those who do not wake up screaming, but wake up wanting to scream.

Some things the writer relates to belong to what one might call “modern love”:

I know you don't love me anymore.
Your text message was in small letters.
It used to be uppercase.


Everybody knows about caps and computers. The use of caps is not good. A man who writes all in uppercase is not to be trusted, he may be an ax-murderer. & Puma is brave enough to mention Failbook in a poem, the consummate circle jerk for morons where I, along with everybody and his/her grandmother, greedily and gratefully participate. It is a world where people fake orgasms even when they masturbate, and where Puma is one of the very few who actually write poetry that deserves to exist on paper.

One good thing about Puma is that her poetry doesn't particularly remind the reader of anybody else and is never reluctant to refer to popular culture, she even refers to writers from the Facefuck emptiness, which may restrict the book's appeal if potential readers don't know who they are. But this happens relatively seldom, and most of the references are to people like Nico, and there's no excuse for not knowing who she is.

The poems in the book span everything from years of addiction, long ago, to the now where there are “social media” and cell phones. It is a a world where “it is always sometimes, never forever”: as it has always been, it's just a world where it is more glaringly obvious. The poems are both psychologically insecure and artistically secure:

I am a broken basket.
Don't put your eggs in me

(p. 106)

The poems are written with exact confidence, however:

Do not believe
my spoken word,
read my scarred
letters, they crawl
down my arms
like predators.

(p. 31)

Puma asks if the life was all worth it, all the problems and anxiety, just for some poems.
runaway dogs
dead kittens
dark glasses
splintered mind
broken windows
purple dress
bare feet
cold linoleum
patched jeans
ripped shirts
burnt years
welfare cheese
dirty decades
stolen checks
lost kids

was it worth it
just to write
some fucking poems?

(pp. 121f.)

If you buy the book at Amazon, http://www.amazon.com/Retrograde-Puma-Perl/dp/0985731729, then I'm sure you'll agree. Well, yes, it was. We do not find ourselves by worrying and reflecting on the “self” - we find ourselves by thoughtfully engaging with our world – and this is what Puma does here, she paints the being wherein she lives.

Saturday, July 19, 2014

Reuben Woolley - "the king is dead"

The king is dead
Reuben Wooley
Oneiros Books
review by David McLean

we are all

we have ever been. print on pages
are survivors
out of context. it is all there is
& we have caused too much pain
I burn the past
in making it & the future
is none of my concern.

Reuben Wooley’s new book, his debut collection from Oneiros Books, is a collection of poems that detail the plight of the individual as s/he responds to the fatuity of the vocabulary that repeats itself through her/him. Everywhere where statements have been made and unnecessarily preserved in some psyche a king has died. These deadbeat decedents have constituted the warped psychologies of the young.

I will not say “existential” in this review – sadly I am excluded from suing the word since I know precisely what it means in its many affiliated uses. The word, like “phenomenology”, may only be used in reviews of poetry by people who do not know what it means in most of its formal usages, they know it as a straw to which one may desperately clutch. This exclusion, however, should always be borne in mind. For all the dead kings were pedants, too.

they took meaning from us. all
these words are just
empty hieroglyphs
to play with. I hear you
so sound exists. no song
the music stutters
but cannot end
repetition does not hold
our attention is on
burlesque dancers
who forgot to can

This is a poem called “theft”, in its entirety. And the question of course arises as to the identity of the accused, the general they. Is it the dead king(s), is it teachers, parents, politicians, priests, psychiatrists, any of those who are ill-disposed to the children we have been? Or is it just the words that may not say anymore? And here I surreptitiously cite myself. Because this is how identification works when it comes to poetry; the emptiness of the words in the sense of a missing hidden true meaning means that we insert our own interests.

Like the poem of modalities, potentia summa, since summa potestas is an obvious way of saying “god2, the sum of power qua potential is not god, but zero, and zero does not even indicate the void – it is a placeholder, nothing with which to trouble ontologies.

In Reuben’s poetry the focus is not the existentiell, as is the case with the poems generally referred to by the forbidden word – nor is the focus indicated by the word that I have chosen to forbid myself, stubbornly refusing the inevitable misunderstandings. The focus is the godless psyche as it meets the ontic and tries to achieve the happy, and it is how this may be in fuck, flames and farting. Not to raise a dead finger to some holy wind to see if you are forgiven.

Buy these poems in their book, they are songs the meat might say in order to be free.  It’s on sale here: http://www.paraphiliamagazine.com/oneirosbooks/the-king-is-dead/

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

preview from latest book

I had almost forgotten that Michael Mc Alroan had posted a preview from the latest book of desire & the lesion that is the ego here at Bone Orchard Poetry.

The book is from Oneiros Books, and it is available from Oneiros Books directly or from Amazon at this link.

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Alison Ross - Clockwise Cats

Clockwise Cats
Alison Ross
chapbook review by David McLean
Fowlpox Press, 2014, 14 pp.

Alison Ross’ new short chapbook is exquisite work. The poems are visual and depict a surreal landscape, drowned in dusk and darkness, like a painting by Miró, since Miró is the theme of the book and Alison would like to live in one his painting. I suppose she might holiday in a Cure video, maybe even have nightmares there.

The poems are lucid and to the point, as

The hours rain down
like soft sparkling skulls.
The children catch them on their tongues,
eat them like they’re stars,
and become illuminated time

The poems all point to a more precise realization of the real. By showing how the twilight is time exploding into fat spiders who become fat and replete on the darkness before shriveling like lazy vampires under the cunning cruelty of the coming sun, the reader will be brought to understand the foul essence of temporality, unless she is only reading for the cat references.

There are few poems here, and they are enough. The book rewards rereading, and, like all decent poetry, will contribute to taking away your ontological blindness, or, at any rate, do your myopia no end of good. 

Here is the book of the clockwise crepuscular, whether to gaze at vacantly or steadfastly to purchase: