Friday, October 31, 2008

Heroin Love Songs

A thing by me is forthcoming in Heroin Love Songs who are here. It's a pretty offensively feckless poem that attacks mothers and the mother country with equal gusto. It's one of the best zines currently around, featuring perverts deviants and geniuses from all over.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Yellow Mama

Yellow Mama is one of the best online zines so I'm pleased to have a thing forthcoming there in 2009. For now you can read them here.

Monday, October 27, 2008

Pushing Lemmings reviewed

There's a fresh review of dead lemmings at Pablo Vision's blog here.

Oranges and lemmings, say the bells of dead heaven.

There's a link there to purchase, similar links over to the right.

Fissure

Pleased to receive my copy of Fissure issue #4. It includes two poems by me, also poems by AD Hitchins, Felino Soriano, Rob Plath, and many others. And an excelelnt piece of fiction by that Palo Vision. Less girl on girl than one might expect from him though there's a Sophie and a Lena who kiss a bit. Order the thing here.

Also just signed the contract for a new book with Poptritus Press. This man is very professional and knowledgeable, and I'm confident that he will do an absolutely first rate job. It will be ready in May 2009. Very very pleased by this, it will be up to 60 pages or so. Cool. They are here. I'm determined that this will be my best book. It will rock.

Friday, October 24, 2008

Instant Pussy 11

Very pleased with my copy of Instant Pussy which arrived today, the David McLean flavored one, numero once. Misti did some very nice illustrations, I don't go for lesbian porn, but naked evil dolls rule. Misti Rainwater-Lites has her blog here, the copy of Instant Pussy can be downloaded for free here or even bought on paper at cost price at the same link.

It cures christianity and I sort of assume that that solves many problems...

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Rain over Bouville

Just received a few copies of the A6 print sampler from Rain over Bouville. You find poems by Amanda Boschetto in issue three and by me, your humble master and god, in issue two, both these issues are here. Don't know how to get copies. Pretty sure it's largely a question of asking Humphrey. I religiously eat all the stamps from these zines, but does one fucker stick a tab under? No. What is this world coming to? Anyway, read the zine here, it's a great read, like I said before and will again.




Frame Lines

Just to say that Frame Lines have my bio up now here. Links there to stuff you can buy.

Also noticed some other "David McLean" - that guy I mentioned before with the God stuff. Seems there are some poems at the website known as poetry.com. Be assured that this is not me. Hopefully we are easy to tell apart. Wouldn't mention it or draw attention to them otherwise, but I want to avoid being credited with them, and wouldn't want people to think that I would have work there.


Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Travis Blair's forthcoming "Train to Chihuahua"

This book is not available yet, but will be very soon. I know Travis Blair is pretty pleased that this book is coming and so am I since he is an excellent writer. The link is to the page that will be stocking the book within a week or two.

Train to Chihuahua
by Travis Blair
book review by David McLean
Old Seventy Creek Press
http://stores.lulu.com/mtpoet

ISBN forthcoming

Travis Blair's first full-length book is an anthology of his poems about Mexico, a record of his youthful trips to Mexico that are crafted to also homage a love, a relationship to a woman, at least i hope it's one woman who is the she in all the poems where a name is unspecified, and to time, death and aging. Frida Kahlo, Jesus and Janis Joplin are there. If the essence of poetry is nostalgia for presence, poems being then postcards from nowhere describing something we assume really existed, or ought to exist, then these poems are a beautiful revenge on ugly time and its “It was.” It's as though Mexico symbolizes a source of ineffable fertility and density of being, a color in the gray that life so easily becomes, a place where the actual living happens, in penury and abjection sometimes, but always alive, and Travis feels himself real there, not where we acquire large dogs, jobs, and mortgages without really noticing while we are stupefied by ambitious self-medication, but a special place the light and colors let him see what is inside him.


She smiled
when I shook them to hear
their seed sounds
and feel them brush
against the skin
like our baby kicking
inside her belly.

For years
the green maracas have hung
on a wall in my den
gathering dust
like moss in the trees
of Chapultepec Park
when love long ago
was fertile
and we were young.


The poems incorporate descriptions of nature that are often quite phenomenal, showing a genuine ability to swiftly make anything from a heron to a seal live for us a moment with just the right number of words, an ability to create the colors in us. And these splashes of described life are contextualized into the poet's experience of his being, his need

Four months after death
tapped me on the shoulder
handed me a brainstem stroke
I return once more
to the Sea of Cortez –
a broken poem
void of rhythm and rhyme
clumsy-worded as my gait
empty of all grace
seeking a way back.

Mornings I laze
on a back porch hammock
gazing at the sea
drawn to the sight of seals
floating on their backs
noses in the air, flippers waving
above the whitecaps
their playful barks resonant
as baritones calling me

Come play with us.”
But I am afraid to swim
out beyond the rocks.


All in all, the poems in this book hang together beautifully, and they are an intoxicating world of shades, hues, and odors where bulls sometimes gore bullfighters, where we do get to swim out beyond the rocks and the seals are happy for that, where owls sit vivid in dead trees and wait for civilization to fall asleep. One poem in the book describes finding a perfect beach off the beaten tourist track. That's what this book is like, a special afternoon from somebody's life that you get to share, to see and smell the experiences that made them a unique individual, in this case the poet Travis Blair. If you don't buy it then you may regret that your life is so gray, but it will be your own fault, not time's, because now is the time to do it and I told you so, fuckers, so go do it at this link.





Monday, October 20, 2008

"Belinda and her friends" - Puma Perl reviewed

This is an advance review of an excellent chapbook by Puma Perl that is forthcoming with erbacce-press, like a lot of other good books. Joining two of mine that you can buy at links below to the right. Anyway, buy Puma's book, it kicks ass and remembers names

Belinda and her Friends
chapbook by Puma Perl
erbacce-press
reviewed by David McLean

This chapbook, the first by Puma Perl, is an exceptionally real depiction of life in a part of New York in the last millennium, where heroin or alcohol abuse is an integral part of life, where life is cold but full of a transient warmth, where hearts are larger than you might expect. It depicts a character Belinda and her encounter with a living in a world shared with several very vividly portrayed characters who manage to snatch some meaning from the worthless life to which the very poor are subjected everywhere -


so the red bandana tied around her forehead
meant nobody got hit yet not even any yelling
there was beer and twenty dollar
bills in two pockets it was a good day and it
happened twice a month and everyone was happy


The book steadfastly refrains from preaching, it does not whine about unscrupulous dealers and the evils of welfare, it shows instead of preaching. And it exudes an almost unbearable nostalgia like Burroughs calling down the centuries with no voice and lips for boys who are gone and times that are gone and maybe never really existed, except here the times and people were real, real as children and a mother's obligation


(
our secrets shared and buried in benches
we drank beer through a straw
our kids raced across the playground
fearless wild-haired unruly
dropping juice boxes, crushing pretzels
we stayed for hours after everyone had left
whispering stories, picking up kids as they fell
)

Puma Perl is an extraordinary poet, she captures a feel here so exquisitely and a sense of place that seems entirely appropriate to listening to Willie De Ville, it's “so, so real” now, and it's the sort of life he used to evoke as a young man. “I ain't no rocket just a shooting star”


I feel our last words as the sun streams down
We are the unknown ancestors
We are picture frames, empty as a midnight sandbox
Only imaginary friends left to tell the tales
of whispered secrets hidden in
brightly painted, but still broken benches


This poetry is nostalgic and beautiful, it is nostalgic in the sense that is a longing for presence and being and the ability of being to defy nonentity and lying time. Belinda died, like junkies tend to do, so she is absolutely absent now, exists nowhere. Thus the words do poetry's duty by pretending that she exists there. In a sense that makes the words a homage to life, assuming it to be something worth preserving, all the futile living, and this is what makes it sad and beautiful. Saying that we have souls is just another way of saying that we'd quite like to be immutable and dead like stones. Better to be Belindas and be temporary, finally go forever, but in the meantime get drunk and very, very stoned.


Saturday, October 18, 2008

Static Movement

Always a pleasure to appear in Static Movement, and I shall again in November's issue. For now you may enjoy the excellent October issue here.

Dancing on Thin Ice - George Anderson reviewed

Dancing on Thin Ice
Chapbook by George Anderson
Erbacce press ISBN: 978-1-906588-29-8
reviewed by David McLean

This new chapbook is a cynical and funny account of life, sexuality, love, violence, and motorbikes. It is often raw and exhilarating, the language well-tooled and crafted

9

the elderly couple
leave the cinema
& in fast forward mode
visibly age. Die. There is
a solemn, quickly forgotten
funeral

10

the Bonneville circles
again. The dark visors of the
riders,
gleaming
in purple
bars of light


There are really excellent images here and the poems work well together. They even become reflexive

I suppose some MFA student in the distant future
will ask what this or that line means
or the symbolism behind such and such image
but let me assure you dear reader-
there are no lessons to be learnt here,
no underlying meaning, no ironic commentary about existence
it all just happened as I tried to describe it


I can recommend this book both for the slightly brutal humor of many of the poems and for the underlying truth of its cynical take on life, like in a poem about photographing roadkill

the use of metaphor is acceptable
but keep it simple & always link it
back to the blurred line
between art & excrement


And it's seldom that poems ever reflect on the pleasures of kicking the shit out of somebody, they aren't usually that honest, that real. So buy this book for being the delectable exception.

It's at Erbacce-press.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

With Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal After Midnight

Before and Well After Midnight,
Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
Deadbeat press
black book madness Vol 5
by David McLean

This new chapbook by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal is the fifth in deadbeat press' excellent black book madness series. They present us partly with glimpses into a magical world that we might not like to be in, partly with glimpses of a modern society we mostly don't want to be in. One poem speaks more than the 38 words it is.

No Purpose

People think the worst of me
because loneliness has put
its hat on my head. I have
no purpose in this world.
This makes me seem like a
dangerous man, like I could slit a
throat.


His most characteristic poems are those about the animals of madness, a frightening mental bestiary where worms from rotting apples bite you as you walk on the grass and make you younger, language falls away from you, and you drown crawling back to the womb, the origin of life.

Other poems deal with social issues, police objecting to “immigrants just wanting to dance all night,” with sick children seeking justice from a god who has unsurprisingly betrayed them, since he doesn't exist.

Favorites here are The President's daughter

I am making a statement by
not combing my hair. I don’t
care where I go from here.
Everything will take care of itself.
I am the president’s daughter.


and the before mentioned one about the girl querying God

She wanted
her Maker
to fix His
mistake, to

work a new
miracle,
to make her
mind normal.

She wanted
her illness
wiped away
forever.

She challenged
Her Maker
to prove that
He loved her.


All in all a phenomenal chapbook. Everything from love to political protest, but first and foremost tales of ordinary extra-ordinary madness, how we become invisible, how we become so little nobody will miss us.

Order here - You won't regret it.


Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Want to get into a Pussy?

Because if so you can maybe get into Clockwise Cat issue twelve or thirteen. Alison the editor has several volumes of submission guidelines here, largely drunken threats as I remember. But it is an excellent magazine that does poems, prose - which is like stilted poems written when your return key is broken - reviews, rants and polemics and so forth. It is progressive generally speaking, so she refused my impassioned plea for the death penalty for everything left of littering. There is no theme as far as I know. So submit for issue twelve or issue thirteen. Everybody wants to get into the pussy.

The Griffin

I just received copies of the 2008 issue of The Griffin from Gwynned-Mercy College, an excellent production, two poems by me in it. About the moon, for some reason. Lots more prose and poems about non-lunar phenomena, too. It can be ordered here for six dollars, and there's even a free pdf of the 2007 issue on the same link that you can download if you're broke.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Clockwise Cat

Yay! The new Cockwise Pussy is up with five poems by me here. Congratulations to Alison Ross again for another excellent issue. Also stuff by Amanda Boschetto, Puma Perl, A.J. Kaufmann, Felino Sorano and many many others.

Then there's a hat trick of reviews by me of Alan Corkish's Bum Rap here, Rob Plath's There's a little hobo in my heart here and Misti Rainwater-Lites' Pretty Red Berries here.

There's a link there to Rob's sellers. Misti's book is here, and Alan's is on sale here. I really recommend all these books. All their other stuff too. Alan and Rob need wine and Misti needs diapers and other stuff. Buy them, buy mine, and buy angels in hell by Boschetto. I have a couple of new books arranged next year too, so start saving and fuck X-mas, mofos.


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.





Monday, October 13, 2008

"angels in hell" reviewed

Pablo Vision just reviewed Amanda Boschetto's "angels in hell" on his blog here. The film "Angels in hell" included David McLean the Marlboro man, Pablo reminded me. But this David McLean will never betray his beloved Marlboro with a faggy cancer lawsuit.

Fissure

I see the October Fissure is available. I have things there and it can be ordered here on paper made from suicidal trees.

Frame Lines

There's a fashion issue of the Australian magazine Frame Lines out now. Poems in it by many good people, and two by me on page 13 here at this link as a low resolution or high resolution pdf. Even viewable as an HTML version at that link. Bios and pics of the writers etc will be on the web site but aren't working yet. A great magazine that I can heartily recommend

Friday, October 10, 2008

Trespass

Very pleased to receive the issue of Trespass that includes me, it's an excellent production, a very high quality magazine that looks and feels good, and a pleasure to be in considering the quality of the stuff they feature. Do yourself a favor and order and subscribe here.


Hanging Moss Journal

A poem by me will soon be appearing in the guest section of the Hanging Moss Journal, which is here. Steve Meador is the editor and the zine also promotes his work, check it out here.

EDIT: It's up now here. Other good stuff to read in that section too.

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Why vandalism

The October issue of the excellent Why vandalism? is up and there are three by me in it. They start here. There are also poems by Justin Hyde and fiction by Don Hucks and Don Webb, photos by Greg Lytle.

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Frame Lines

Pleased to say that a couple of things by me will be in the excellent Frame Lines soon, their October/November issue. Subscribe and read here. It's a great mag.

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Maynard

Here is the new Maynard. Two poems by me and lots of excellent stuff, a great zine. Apart from me Chagnming Yuan, Katie Arthur, Phillip Ellis, Sergio Ortiz, Kerry Varga, and Constantin Polykronakos.

All produced good stuff, even me.

Instant Pussy Once

Among the keywords to Issue Numero Once of Instant Pussy Misti has included Cock, clit, God, countryliving, Jerry Springer, Death, fuckity-fuck and David McLean. That's Ok by me. She has my Pussy up at Lulu here as a free download or as some damn expensive high-class polychromatic Pussy. Get yerself some Pussy today. It's free, it's all good. 33 pages and even some lesbian porn. Well, what did you expect? See here for more information. It will look lovely on your coffee table, too. I get no profit from this, nor does Misti, though both Swedish cottages and Texan crack shacks need refurbishing.

Speaking of Misti Rainwater Lites, who narrowly survived Ike, my review of her excellent new chapbook is here, and forthcoming in Clockwise Cat, and I do think you should buy that too, in an orgy of conspicuous expenditure.


Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Flutter PJ

Flutter for October is up, probably because it is October, which i just noticed. It's here and a poem by me is here. The trumpetings of the prophet James Joyce, nicked yet again.

Parenthetically, and this has absolutely no relation to FPJ or my poem, but, generally speaking, people who don't like the almsot excessively groovy Tricky are dickheads, and/or just jealous. Tricky rocks. God bless him.

In Swedish, "October" is spelled "Oktober" - a lot of things confuse me, but not that. It's refreshingly similar. No one is similar to Tricky (OK, maybe god is), and my poem is not at all like Joyce.