Tuesday, January 13, 2009

of dead snakes

Misti Rainwater-Lites over at the Instant Pussy has been kind enough to slip in my dead snakes here. So I thought I might post details of two fantastic blurbs from Constance Stadler and Misti herself below and say that the chapbook has a marvelous cover by the multi-talented pervert Pablo Vision. And I'll say once and for all, OK, I was joking, Pablo dumped the Pope, everybody knows that, the Pope never yet left a guy who had such supple and youthful skin that he has to bathe with cigarette butts not to get too greasy. Connie's blog is here, Misti's is here, and Pablo's is here.

The book will be a free download and a paper book on sale for filthy lucre, and will be at Rain over Bouville linked here. Just now there are a few other books there under the same terms, two of which are reviewed by me below.

"I usually buy books by dead poets. David McLean is alive and I own most of his books and plan to buy more, including this one. Why would I spend money on a book of poems by a living poet when I could go to the redneck drive thru liquor barn down the street and buy a buzz? Because the buzz from cheap beer only lasts so long. The buzz from true lines, more pure and concentrated than Colombian blow, will stay in your spirit for a long goddamn time, like a raging hornet that wants you to know it's there."

Misti Rainwater-Lites, author of
The Kitchen Is Closed

"From the moment one opens of dead snakes, the assault of McLean's brilliantly incisive words invades the reader's consciousness. By time we reach the end of 'Ethics and Aesthetics', the closing couplet, 'and you will kill children/because you are good' makes sense in a world of revealed cultivated madness. A prolific writer, McLean is known as a 'myth-exploder' of automaton normalcy. As one recent reviewer commented on another work which is painfully true here, he 'majestically incorporate[s] the profound and the profane, the poetic and the epistemic, and deviant', but the greatness of the poetry here is the command of language, the strength of vision, the defiance of ontology's synchronics ~ philosophical richness and sheer poetic mastery. Mastery expressed so movingly as in as in 'The Stars Tonight' or 'To Svea, on her birthday'. But this collection is not univocal, he is also quite funny as in 'A Lascivious Latrine'', 'Of My "Heart"'' and 'The Old Slut Venus and me'. Saying this, none of McLean's work in this exquisite collection can be reduced to a simplified expressed unity as entities, although thematic cohesion is clear. He is one of the greatest poets of our age, and this work is vital reading if the reader wants to understand why, as well as be confronted with words that will resound and remain long after reading. A book that will enrich, a book not to be missed.

Constance Stadler, author of Tinted Steam