Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Pushing lemmings

Me second full length at 128 pp is still on sale at Erbacce here, and here's a Paypal link that lets you buy it directly from me:








Different postages are included depending on whether you pay in crowns, dollars or pounds. The book costs £6.95 actually. Misti Rainwater-Lites says of it.

A Review of Pushing Lemmings by David McLean

by Misti Rainwater-Lites, “Femme Fatale Poet” and editor/publisher of Instant Pussy


David McLean has a true poet’s heart. There is not a smidgen of sentimentality to be found in McLean’s poems. Instead of cheapening life and love with maudlin clich├ęs, David McLean shows the value of life and love by writing with brutally accurate observations and merciless truth. Art is subjective but truth is not. Like the Mexican holiday Dia de los Muertos, David McLean cajoles and celebrates death realizing that the two are happily married.


In summer sun, one of my favorite poems not only from Pushing Lemmings or from David McLean but of anything I have ever read, McLean beautifully illustrates in just a few chilling lines that innocence and happiness are only for a season:

summer sun
summer sun children swim in the sea
they imagine they are happy
they imagine this is life
night in me sings a swimming winter shark to them
rises surfaces and strikes

Another favorite of mine is i want scales. Few poets can carry off misanthropy with the brilliance and style shown in these lines: “i want scales on my body and fangs/and several suspicious sexual weapons/drowning policepeople in a murderous sea of semen”

David McLean is one of the most consistently brilliant poets I have ever had the pleasure to read. His poems are sap and bullshit free. They should be carved on tombstones.