Friday, November 30, 2007

Death Metal Poetry

Death Metal Poetry, who are here, will be posting a thing on 10/12/2007.

Thursday, November 29, 2007

Kill Poet

One poem just taken by Kill Poet Press for issue three which will be appearing here.

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

The Blue House

Just had three poems accepted by The Blue House, who are here. I'm pleased to say that the lady editor took only fifty minutes to accept them, and did so with a mighty compliment. They are rather good actually. Coming in February 2008.

Red Pulp Underground

Three new poems in Red Pulp Underground for December been posted here.

Monday, November 26, 2007

Flutter

At Flutter Poetry Journal they just posted December's issue here with one poem by me about smoking on the balcony in the cold Swedish winter and why I like that.

Blotter rag

Blotter Magazine is a free magazine in a few cities like Austin and New York. Unusually for me I have a straight religious poem called "God's coffers" in an issue that I received today. It can be ordered here.

I just noticed that after allowing a few ads on Zonealarm you can open a pfd of the issue here.

Why vandalism?

The poem "earning night" was just accepted by "why vandalism?" for their December issue which will be here.

Sunday, November 25, 2007

Gloom Cupboard

The blogzine Gloom Cupboard comes very often and has really good shit in it. I just had a poem accepted for a print edition in early 2008. The webpage is here and in the links to the right is a link to my poem there "he chronic psychiatrisation of mankind"

mining abandoned meanings

mining abandoned meanings

nothing lies on the morning's light-stained plate
and spatters our eyes with its tortuous abandoned
abortion, all the meanings that ever deserted words
and left the gods as these desolate orphans

we are, emptiness forgotten in our convivial hell,
where we long to slaughter our brothers and
sisters, the missing kisses of our desert nurture
where the winds that brushed our young limbs

burned their tender torment when life is death already.
heaven is whores' heroin and religion is crank for cretins
and other derivative christians, love but a bucket
of blood and cum and the scars on our faces

are the tracks of neglected addictions, the needle in the neck
and children's feckless dismemberment of memory, happier by far
swallowing a bottle of the forgetting, for only the blood's
rush is heaven for us, hell's patronising retention -

the slow drum that sings the cradle in the rushes
and hands us the fingers that touch. and the dead stand,
resolute and reticent brave in their graves, and lie
about resurrection, God's vague intention we dreamed once;

though we know so well today that only meat's decay
ever waited for anyone, the knives and guns we love,
like cum and cunt enough for love, hell below us,
hell above, and love the weakest of any drug ...

and yet enough, the sedge that withers beneath us
and the vulture that sings of letters postmarked nowhere,
meaning and meaning's oblivion, Being being oblivion's
menacing meaning, i choose to call them "poems"

almost alone, the truths we have known, faceless
places, and the whores we've grown, the grave
that feeds the cold meat and me still greedy
for the bleeding, a book for devils to read

the sadness of love's bad seed


Thursday, November 22, 2007

Decanto

Yet another in Decanto, making I believe nine issues I am in with today's poem included. A review of my chapbook coming in December's issue, I think it is, and a centre stage poet feature in August 2008 with three poems and a little interview. And now "the crows" coming in one future issue. Details about ordering here.

Poetry Cemetery

Poetry Cemetery just took five poems for an issue posted at the end of November. Their site is here. Congenially, their editor wrote that he was sorry that they had taken so long, and they had in fact only two months.

Egregious Stupidity

Here one may read a maybe less intelligent person from Sweden who, shielded by anonymity, has treated us to some very bad and ungrammatical English. Does this person not realise that it is defending a history of racism and nazism? It probably is a "patriot," in fact, and as one would imagine the IQ hovers around zero. They have not understood the poems in question. Perhaps they don't like Jews?

Nothing wrong with the average Swede. There's a hell of a lot wrong with this sort of mindless cripple.

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Gentle Strength Quarterly

Gentle Strength Quarterly will be taking "refrain for Allen Ginsberg" in their Fall 2007 issue. It can be ordered here.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Joe Brainard's Pyjamas

Two poems posted at Joe Brainard's Pyjamas here.

Sunday, November 18, 2007

Flutter Poetry Journal

Flutter have taken "better than heaven" for their next, December, issue. They are here.

Saturday, November 17, 2007

Concrete Meat Sheet

Just heard that the Concrete Meat Sheet with me in will be coming just before or after the New Year. it can be ordered here.

Sein und Werden

Sein und Werden have just taken two poems, one for the print issue and one for the online issue. Issue 2.3 it will be. That's the fourth time Rachel has done that and I'm very pleased of course. Her Kiss the Witch is here. That makes 144 magazines online or in print that have stuff coming or already published. You can, and should, buy my chapbook here.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Neon Beam Issue iii

Neonbeam just took "abyss" and "falling false" for issue III. The issue will be downloadable here.

Apollo's Lyre

Six old ones just accepted by Apollo's Lyre though one was already used so that will be five I suppose. A submission that I assumed to be dead long ago.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

New Zygote in my Coffee

My poem "God's putrid pizza" is in issue 99 of ZIMC here

Monday, November 12, 2007

Review of Chapbook

I post this which Henry Long, poet and painter, just wrote a review of my chapbook that can be bought at Lulu

Review of David McLean’s “a hunger for mourning.”

By Henry Long

What may seem at first to have Dada acrobatics in mind, upon closer review reveals even deeper truths. Truths McLean allows himself to unapologetically poke at, have fun with,
challenge. Sometimes even strangle with his bare hands.

God comes up frequently. As does Derrida, Chronos, and, of course, Death. These are almost characters, part of McLean’s own fractured play of self, carefully reassembled, like a model airplane kit sans instruction sheet. His keyboard being the pungent narcotic glue, as in the poem “role playing:”

“we play ourselves as realistically
as we may, as though a second
could be chopped from chipped
time with some handy axe
and sculpted to cold eternity…”

This is in-your-lap poetry. In-your-head stuff. Under your skin. Not for the bar read, or the slam, or the spoken word album or the hip hopping hipster crowd. This is poetry pouring out the fatal wound, uncoagulated, at times mixed with semen, spit and bile. This is a good thing. A purging. The small green peas from Mclean’s Baudelairian liver strung together like fresh water pearls.

"a hunger for mourning" is composed of writing completed (in one take?) “over the last two or three weeks.” Along the way on his journey around the cave, Mclean makes pit stops at Infantilism, Psychology, The Greeks. He eats at dirty ideas of Manhood, Mankind, the “crippled oblivion” of Christianity, and finally shacks up for the night, embracing what seems to be an almost co-dependent love/hate relationship with Nature...

From “the crows 2:”

“…the animal finality
kind life
the black that dawns
her slaughter
tonight.”

There is a sweetness to these works as well, something which the poet himself might shrug off as a reader’s own sentimental prejudices, but it is there never-the-less. His empathies with the infirmed, for example, as in one of my favorites, “mental health:”

“…they are unhappy not
handicapped, they are just
human, these self-injuring children…”

And again, in the striking and powerful “my father in the trees:”

“…he is the leaves and branches and the
absence, the abhorrence in which I hold
nature and history. He would have answered
me, as well as the words given him at
least, but I demanded no
answers in his lifetime for I was
this memory already, and dead then
as now he.”


David Mclean is not an easy read. The cover (a wide-eyed grinning skull balancing an axis composed of three fading, somber, bearded McLeans) lets the reader know what kind of mirror work lies ahead. His disdain for punctuation and capitalization may even cause some readers to drag along the lines, trolling to find the right rhythm, or the author’s intended voice. This is of little consequence, as these poems are but a slice of the night. A few hours spent in conversation beside a slowly dying fire, the cold pressing in at the rattling cabin door, and our bellies rumbling, impossibly hungry for more.

Buy this book and read it. Share it with a close friend, perhaps. Leave it out so others will see it and ask, "What is this?" Then try to answer. It deserves your time and attention...

From “time melts:”

"...(and time dies
like these crippled children
that scream to God
“look, daddy, you beautiful bastard, I can forget you!”

just like poems do.)”

You will not so quickly forget “a hunger for mourning.”

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Emuse

One poem coming in the December issue of Emuse zine here.

Agua

Three poems in the first issue of the print zine Agua by Scintillating Publications that can probably be ordered here.

Friday, November 9, 2007

Pennine Ink

Just had one accepted by the magazine Pennine Ink. For winter issue. Can be ordered from

Pennine Ink
c/o Mid Pennine Arts
The Gallery Downstairs
Yorke St
Burnley
BB11 1 HD
UK £3

Green Silk Journal

One more on Rilke up here at Green Silk Journal. Though i don't like Rilke.

Bleed Magazine

Bleed Magazine were kind enough to accept "shattered semantics" for their first issue, their website is here.

Thursday, November 8, 2007

Clockwise Cat

Pleased to say that Alison Ross just accepted five things by me, all influenced by Larkin and in his style, for her next issue. Clockwise Cat is here. Read the current issue.

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

New Clockwise Cat

There's new Clockwise Cat here and there's five poems by me here. Also two reviews of books I did by Rob Plath and Misti Rainwater Lites.

Monday, November 5, 2007

New at Poet's Letter

There's one new poem posted at Poet's Letter here. It's called "Rilke's friend and the clouds." I don't like Rilke's condescension at all. He's actually terribly boring and the vaunted philosophical content almost non-existent.

Epicenters

Epicenters whose site is here have accepted "street song for Edith Sitwell" for their December issue. Good for them.

Saturday, November 3, 2007

Demian Bell and the Maypole Blues band

I just wrote a review of their album Blue Feeling that Demian posted at the band's MySpace. Excellent very authentic blues.

Friday, November 2, 2007

Poet's Letter

The magazine Poet's Letter just posted online a poet in residence page for November 2007 with me as the month's poet. In my rambling madness I have written a garbled article or essay there about "why i write poems." The magazine has had a few problems with the website but all that seems resolved. It's here

Thursday, November 1, 2007

Ordering direct from Sweden

I have a page on Bokb√∂rsen.se here. The chapbook "a hunger for mourning" can be ordered there for ca 90 SEK including postage, or £7 or $14, including postage (surface mail). Payment by PayPal, bank account transfer, or even well-hidden cash in an envelope

Taj Mahal Review

I just had two poems accepted by Taj Mahla Review coming in December. It contains a hell of a lot of poetry, including me and Rob Plath, and can be ordered here. So I'm pleased to say that I am in a magazine from India now, as well as in zines from Argentina, Turkey and Thailand.