Saturday, April 30, 2011

Clockwise Cat

There is a new Clockwise Cat up. Yay! Three by me at the link plus a review of Gillian Prew's new book by yours truly and an untrue review of yours truly's new by Gillian Prew (no relation).
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Friday, April 29, 2011

Literary Underground Wiki

Being without monitor just now, I was reduced to googling me on my android and came across this, largely correct but a little out of date.

Fun to read, for me at least.

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Friday, April 22, 2011

Jack Henry reviews me

Delighted to see this posted by Jack Henry on facebook

Review: Puppies and Monks and Medieval Memories, by David McLean

A few months ago I promised David McLean I would review his latest work, puppies and monks and medieval memories, now out on Heavy Hands Ink and available at Lulu.

The print edition costs $10 plus some freight and download is free. As a side-note you might wonder why it’s free. Fuck if I know, but you should pay for this because it is an amazing volume of work, one that should be held close and near-at-hand.

Okay. So I make this promise and I read it. Not once, but three times. And then life interfered. Time passes. Things happen. But I returned to the work. Take careful note, dear reader: I returned to the work.

David McLean has never bored me in any way. His poetry is filled with vivid images, amazing song and voices, and thoughts few of us dare to approach.

some children
some children injure themselves
with knives and burning
cigarettes, playing
games with death.
most children injure themselves
by erecting a normative self
in the sexless flesh,
so much worse than death -
wounds in the meat are best

Unsettling images can be integral to McLean’s work, both real and imagined. Often images inform his work more so than wordplay. Straight forward language is just part of the effect; the subtlety comes in the vision; and the power comes from the combination.

a zombie sits

a zombie sits dead between us on the sofa,
between each instant. at one point
i shot him in the head with memories,
and his jaw hangs even deader
than the rest of him, deadest maybe
because of this – dead
as a telephone and twice
as hopeless;
i hope he records what we say to him,
some place where he displaces
anxiety in me. he is all my dead
forever, and hangs hopeless
his lovely eternity. profane
decay, baby, this zombie, he
sits dead between us on the sofa –
i hope he remembers me,
our arrogant eternity

Another strength McLean shows is brevity. He can show more in fewer words than any poet I know. Even his longer pieces are brief. There is a constant sense that they could go on and on, without losing any power, but the skill as that he forces the reader to go on. It is up to the reader to finish the poem, McLean merely suggests a beginning.

In the end McLean is one of the greats of our generation. He is fearless, brash, a little arrogant and timeless. I have said this before about David McLean’s poetry, and I will say it again: If you are not reading his work, what’s your fucking problem?


Pleased to say that the new Organs of Vision & Speech is out. Details of contributing poets here, including me, it seems to be a huge issue.

Monday, April 18, 2011

laughing at funerals

Now, if you want to buy laughing at funerals, you can order from Amazon through Epic Rites Press' storefront. Reviews to the right, go for it.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Lit Up

Pleased to say that Lit Up Magazine have just accepted a poem by me, presumably coming soon. Been there before, as you can see from the links to various zines, but not for quite a while. Actually the one that they have already about Butters is one of my favorites by me.

EDIT: And here it is, posted.

Saturday, April 9, 2011

Sein und Werden

Another marvelous issue of the wonderful zine Sein und Werden is up. There's a poem there by me and it's here. Fine work there in general as usual, so check the whole thing out.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Mung Being 37

Mung Being is one of the absolutely best zines and there's a new issue, issue #37, out and this has five poems by me here. It's family themed this time.

Friday, April 1, 2011

The Single Hound

The Single Hound - which is the name of an Emily Dickinson poem, as you will probably know - is a very good literary journal who are kind enough to feature three by me in their international section.

Great news and a much-needed consolation, since Moxie is in full estrus and Lucas is behaving like a total dildo, and it's my birthday too. Being so international, I feel like chasing him with an ax the way the famous "Swedish" guy on the Muppets used to chase the chicken, but I won't.

Download my new chapbook for free if you like, but obviously it's even cooler if you order it in a paper copy for ten bucks here.

Some day soon the canine reproductive cycle will let me sleep again. And soon the ice will be gone so we can use the boat again, but there's still around a foot of the stuff on Mälaren to wet my feet every time I cross it.