Sunday, December 22, 2013

of books & reviews & shit

Here again is the link to the Oneiros Books blog where they have assembled a number of links to books and reviews, some reviews being by me and some being about me,

Here is the book itself at Oneiros Books and here it is at Amazon.

Do buy this book, it may make you neither wiser nor sadder, but you will only be poorer by a few dollars.

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Clockwise Cat

Delighted that the autumnal pussy is awake and resting here. Two by me at this link.

And here is a review of Michael Mc Aloran's Of dead silences.

Monday, December 16, 2013

Mung Being

As promised three have appeared in the latest Mung Being, here they are at this link.

In the pic one may see Oscar smaller and less ugly back when "castration" was a whisper from the future, not happening this Thursday.

Always pleased to be in Mung Beyng, as Heidegger might have liked to call it.

Sunday, December 15, 2013

Whistling shade

As noted earlier, a couple by me are in the current "ghosts" issue of Whistling Shade. Here is one of these posted online, and here is the other. The zine is free in the twin cities area of Minnesota, and can be ordered, if you live elsewhere, at the website.

Thursday, December 5, 2013

Luciferous, as promised

Like I said yesterday, here she is at this link.

Thanks to Craig Scott for all his excellent projects, including this one.

Little storm in Sweden, apparently called Sven, which in Denmark was a real hurricane but here involves some wind and slightly annoying rain at present. Let's see if  it can manage a power outage. Yay for power cuts!

Wednesday, December 4, 2013


There's a new blogzine out with the indefatigable Craig Scott at the helm. Tomorrow one by me is due in Luciferous.

Saturday, November 23, 2013

Underground Books

Here's a poem by me in The Kitchen Poet on the excellent Underground Books website.

Monday, November 18, 2013

a Rimbaud anthology

Rimabud is a great poet, and justly beloved of Eric Cantona. Glenn Cooper, the Australian poet, is doing an anthology of Rimbaud related work. Pleased to say that work by me will be there when it comes out, some time in 2014. Send some work his way if you like, to rimbaudsubs @ gmail . com, minding - and subtracting - the gaps.

EDIT: and here is a link to the publisher's blog.

Saturday, November 16, 2013

THE BLIND - by Christine Murray

review of THE BLIND,
by Christine Murray
Oneiros Books
78 pp

Review now in Clockwise Cat

Thursday, November 14, 2013

of Oneiros books

Happy to see that reviews are collected here in one place. One by me and two about me. Here is the link in question.

All great books by the way - buy 'em all to be on the safe side :)

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

new blog

There's a new blog to do with Oneiros Books. Here it is at WordPress. Note the author page and then go to mine at this link to buy the latest book, before maybe ordering some others. Knock yourself out, as it were.

And I couldn't resist it, so I made a new one myself. Wtf, so now I have WP too :)

Monday, November 4, 2013

mung being

Recently there was work by me in the latest Mung Being, and I'm pleased to say that more is due in the next issue, which concerns water. I, like everybody else, am predominantly composed of water and there are three by me in it, including a great big long fucker, full of words and confusion.

Here is the stuff in the latest issue. It is 5.45 a.m. and I hope the people responsible for the multilib buggery in Gentoo are not worried about having no discernible intent behind their insane strategy of surreptitious introduction of the fiendish ABI_X86="32 64" in order to win some sort of block generation contest. Herpes on all their houses!

I have emerged libreoffice once today, becasue of moving to keywording libpng to get the latest Seamonkey, the only web browser fit for humans, and I'm fucked if I'm doing it again.

Friday, October 25, 2013

Whistling Shade

As promised the "Ghosts" fall/winter 2013 issue of Whistling Shade is out. At the link you find a PayPal button that lets you buy a pdf for only one measly buck. So get one.

Great thanks to Joel van Valin and Dylan Garcia Wahl, there's work by me in it. Not seen my copies yet and probably never will, since I am moving tomorrow, to a bigger and better flat even closer to the already very close shops.

Buy the zine anyway, the thing is distributed free in the twin cities area of Minneapolis, which is almost the same as Sweden.

Without nagging, my first full length is from Whistling Shade. Here it is linked at Amazon. 

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

The Welsh Book of the Dead

The Welsh Book of the Dead available for $8.812 on Amazon.

Dead people become ghosts you can yell at, I have copies left of the chapbook shouting at ghosts for only ten dollars. It's five dollars in US at the link though.

Sunday, October 20, 2013

Set my zombies free!!

There is a new Mung Being out, issue 52, about civil liberties, and three by me are in it, though, generally speaking, I care not jot, tittle, nor big rat's ass for politics. Here is the page with author info and links to contributions. Here are the poems.

Mung Being is one of the best zines. And, once again, it's a cool issue.

Saturday, October 12, 2013

Elbow Pads

It was a while back that I submitted, but apparently Elbow Pads' next issue includes a poem by me and is coming on the 14th of this month. It's a print zine, and its web presence is here. Get yourself a copy.

On a related note, buy this book too. The next one from 0neiros is another long fucker called things the dead say. The editing of that is done but I have no idea when it's due. There are what was originally planned as two chapbooks in it, written about Freddy Kreuger and Jason Voorhees, together with diverse shit about Bodhidharma that I stuck in on general principles, even a bunch of unrelated poems just to kill some more trees for shits and giggles.

Here is a review of it that Chris Murray did for the lulz.

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Mung Being

The next issue of the great Mung Being is evidently on its way through the software that is a precursor to the internets. There will be three by me in her, and the earlier work by me in this august publication is located at this link.

I do not remember the number of the issue, for they are legion, and i am but a bear of little brain.

In other news, there are plans for a great big full length book of my Gertrude Stein related poems. This will be awesome fun since my Freddy Kreuger and Jason Voorhees and Bodhidharma related poems are all coming in my next great big full length from collection Oneiros Books. The first two were designed as chapbooks originally, but chapbooks are weak. This tome is to be called things the dead say, and it is due in a few months. Why is a Buddhist monk in there with two fictional mass murderers? Don't worry, for Bodhidharma invented Kung Fu, so he can take care of himself and them, no problem.

Whistling Shade

Very happy to have two poems coming up in the next issue of Whistling Shade, it's a print zine distributed in the Twin Cities part of the USA, which is the American Sweden, obviously.

Very cool to be there again, they distribute thousands of free copies in St Paul and Minneapolis which is very awesome of them.

They also publish books, and published my first fill length, Cadaver's dance, ably edited by Dylan Garcia-Wahl. Here is is at Amazon at this link. Reviews linked at this blog and at Amazon, and here is its page at Whistling Shade.

Saturday, October 5, 2013

things the dead say

Another poetry collection called "things the dead say" has just been accepted by Dave Mitchell's Oneiros Books. Michael Mc Aloran, who will edit, is evidently bored by the inter-cranial craziness of his own voices and wants to hear other people's. Two large sections are about Freddy and Jason. Another is of the blue-eyed barbarian Bodhidharma, who was a good atheist and invented Kung Fu. Yes, Hegelians, Bodhidharma is the synthesis, of emptiness and kicking ass.

Here is the current book from the same people.The dead say a lot of things, they're often full of shit, of course.But I am in contact with some reliable cadavers, you will be getting the lowdown, the news is unspeakably toothsome.

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

there are still always ghosts somewhere

shouting at ghosts is available from Grey Book Press for five dollars at this link if you are in the USA, I still have a few copies of the thing myself that you can order if you have PayPal for ten dollars, on account of exorbitant international postage rates, but with my laboriously scrawled signature, and possible coffee/sweat stains. 

This involves contacting me via Facebook or Twitter unless you know me already, which, if you are reading this, you may well do.

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

a timeless reminder

Indefatigably, one whores oneself. Here is a hugely awesome review of nobody wants to go to heaven but everybody wants to die by Christine Murray, It is at this link.

And at this link a review of the same book by Barton Smock.

And here again, at this third link, another review of same by Aad de Gids.

Everything said three times is true. Listen to these maniacs and pathological liars and buy this goddam book. The poor thing is languishing at Amazon, where it's probably being touched inappropriately, but here it is, in relative safety, at Onerios Books. They sell degenerate garbage written by scumbags, for scumbags, to other scumbags. So, c'mon, be a scumbag and buy the fucker.

They have other great books too, by other motherfuckers, but just now I'm being a petty self-obsessed cunt. Unbelievable, isn't it? A poet being a petty self-obsessed cunt. Who would have thought?

Monday, September 16, 2013

El Ghibli

It is hugely awesome that Angela D'Ambra has been kind enough to translate some poems by me for El Ghibli. They are at this link. Also thanks to Andrea Sirotti for his help.

I am delighted by this and it is maybe appropriate, or not, that my first proper translation be to the beautiful language Italian.

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Pussy again

And pleased to have two in the next Clockwise Cat, due in a great long time. As said there are two by me in the new issue here.

Still too much like summer here, but the days are shortening, it's going in the right direction. When the next piece of pussy is released there will be snow, and the dogs will be happy

Friday, August 30, 2013

Clockwise Cat XXVI

Pleased to say that the summer Clockwise Cat is out, with two by me in it.

Many other people there, such as Rob Plath. Only one review by me in this one, of Gillian Prew.

Friday, August 23, 2013


Huge thanks to Craig Scott for accepting another poem for 1/25, a print zine. There are relatively few new print things that are not POD, so good for Craig.

"shouting at ghosts" arrives

Today received my copies of shouting at ghosts from Scott Sweeney's Grey Book Press. They're looking awesome. Advance orders have been shipped now, but there are a few more that can be ordered as signed copies via Facebook or Twitter. There are also copies here at Grey Book Press.

Very pleased with Scott's work there, great stuff.

a review of Michael Mc Aloran's "of dead silences"

Michael Mc Aloran
Of dead silences
Lapwing Publications
64 pp

This is a new chapbook from Mick Mc Aloran and it is an investigation of the points in our progression through apparently evident memories that strive to ignore those very points, the points where the flies gather and there are rats in all the sewers, the same sewers we never noticed we lived in, the same rats we never noticed that we are.
Annulled memory you are the thunder
Of the endless origin

Dragging light from out of the skeleton
Of a corpse’s nothing

the light is lies and gibberish,m maybe, or maybe it is the simple self-evident truth that whatever Mc Aloran writes that sounds nasty is, as a matter of fact, pretty much hitting the nail right on its arrogant head.

Ruins of the foreign sky
From which point all are dead

Smears of dying animals upon clear glass
The flies will gather, nothing more

The  glass is still clear, you can see though it. The light earlier is still a light you can see with, even if it the foul light that originates from corpses. An insight is still an insight unless it does not say of what is that it is, or of that which is not that it is not. And that's pretty impressive. It is arguable that the origins of poetry were religious, the use of the intoxicating effect of repetition and melody to create a more powerful transfer of feeling through linguistic meanings.

Much modern poetry still staggers under the weight of this taint, it is the ramblings of drooling psychopaths who want their grannies not to be what these poems say they are, the rotten decayed relics of nothingness. The old dears, as Mick or I might say, are absent and missing forever; they might as well never have existed, so to hell with them. And there isn't even a hell, except the one we are living through as you, gentle reader, read this. Much poetry, for some reason, wants these grannies not to be dead and gone forever.

Here, in this chapbook, is the place poetry comes to when we are obliged to stop pretending to be climbing. Where our efforts take us is not the stars and heaven, it is more of the absurd and a more or less protracted ending. The ending is absolute and after us an unending nothing, the inexpressible that is not being. Words threaten understanding since they cling stubbornly to their origins as an index of what is, the via negativa does not work as a lonesome road for most “thinking”, unless poetry exists for no other reason than making me personally profoundly irritated. Mick's poetry stays in the safe place which most people might find unsafe and danger and madness, the acceptance of the absolute weight of lack, the loss, and absence.

Even believers grieve. This, as Hopkins points out, is really stupid (or words to that effect). A believer should not grieve the death of a loved one, if they really love them. So I am prepared to accept that people grieve, I am not prepared to accept that they really, in the strong sense, “believe”.

As I always like to say, citing Homer, “People do things because they are stupid and die because they deserve to.” The dead, and the living dead are legion, lack “the light by which the night ignites the living”, as Mc Aloran states here in one of his aphorisms. (To cravenly return to that of which we were actually speaking, the review of the particular poems.)

Living, basically, is wallowing in shit and it is best to stand before the emptiness and the senseless with the brave resolution of the ancient (and modern) Celts who live in dour lands inflicted with history and a climate that doesn't very much like them or anything else that wants anything in particular. As I'm sure the Celts really said to Caesar, “we are only afraid of one thing, and that's that alcohol might suddenly stop working so our race would basically have to disband.”

Brute flesh shocks the nothing back
Into resolve

And is then pissed upon

The bones that “scurry for the shadows” are just the truth, hiding from the “cracked sun” of belief, or even from the deficient light of conventional wisdom. These are the poems that tell us that everything isn't OK in the usual sense of the words. But that's OK, we always have

One final breath to champion the infinite

It might be a silence spitting but what it is spitting is still laughter, even if the laughing is spiteful. This is the first section of the book, the silhouettes.

Then we have the section of dead silences themselves.

The silence is always the observation of the deathscape that is what is and then the gap between memory and expectation and the need for contact that is buried forever in the skull that is assuming the cerements of the tomb already. And nothing coming, nothing cumming as we wait for it; silence the wait weighting the shoulders of skeletons clothed in slightly fresh flesh.

Reek unto assuaged….
Skinned breath sharp as shock/absent

Reek of dead silences/earthen splendour

Back again till naught and the obscene scatter of…
Dead again…a burning forest of silences

This book is heartily recommended by me; you should purchase it. Here is his blog.

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

a review by Christine Muray

I am hugely grateful for and pleased by this awesome reading of nobody wants to go to heaven but everybody wants to die by the acute reviewer Christine Murray at Poethead. Link to purchase is in the review.

shouting at ghosts

I still haven't received my copies, but shouting at ghosts is now on sale from Grey Book Press.

Get it from them here, or, if you want a signed copy, contact me.

Sunday, August 18, 2013

Unlikely Stories

Happy to also announce that there are three poems by me posted at Unlikely Stories IV, also poems by Felino Soriano and many others, and fiction by the great Misti Rainwater-Lites.

Read and grow, motherfuckers.

Btw, my first novel should be coming from them next year, Henrietta remembers.

Mung Being 51

As promised, here is issue 51 of Mung Being, a zine of great awesomeness, always.

Five poems by me linked here, as well as older work by myself in same zine.

As always, it's a great issue and well worth your reading. I'd say "perusal" but, since I am generally literate, the word implies something else to me than it seems to imply to many other denizens of the small press world, especially the yanks.

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

shouting at ghosts

Pleased to say that the new chapbook shouting at ghosts will soon be winging its way to me in the form of a few copies that I shall sign and sell.

Others will be on sale at Grey Book Press. If you want a signed copy then contact me on Facebook or Twitter, and you can have one for ten dollars, including extravagant, but still probably technically insufficient, postage. It's five for people in the USA from the website though.

Thanks to Scott Sweeney for doing it and to Paula Lietz for the cover photo.

Friday, August 9, 2013

a sun rises, another sun sets

Why is it so easy for people to assume that there is some point behind the sun going up, some reason that it rises? Why do they seek a meaning that life is supposed to have? I think that it was Quine who said that this is a category mistake. Life is not the sort of thing that has a meaning, sentences have meanings. If everything is a text, then everything has a meaning, but all Derrida ever said was that there is nothing outside the text.

Generally speaking, the best reaction to the pointlessness of everything is drugs and alcohol, but i can recommend this book too

The reader should also read this news update at Grey Book Press.

Larkin, in his Aubade, describes it best, it's the disgusting awareness of nothingness. Steiner says that the problem is that language can construct statements in the future tense that seem to refer and mean. "I, after my death, will ...." can only refer to my body, not me. The future is when the first person pronoun stops working.

Until then, "Postmen like doctors go from house to house." What's so terrible about that? Worry about things ending at three a.m., with my book. Mick Mc Aloran says that it "has the capacity to make you feel empowered in the face of the Nothing that is, and you will thank (me) for it"

The book is on sale at the link below.

The answer is presumably something like the atheist Satan, in something like Anton LaVey's sense - bodies and animals, an acceptance of the carnal self.

Thursday, August 8, 2013

cover for shouting at ghosts

Here's the cover image for my new chapbook shouting at ghosts, coming soon from Scott Sweeney's Grey Book Press. Huge thanks to photographer/poet Paula Lietz for the photo.

Advance orders being taken now, I should have copies that I can sign and send out in a week or two.

Saturday, August 3, 2013

shouting at ghosts

Pleased to say that Scott Sweeney at Grey Book Press is currently putting the finishing touches on shouting at ghosts, which is a little chapbook by me.

There will be a few copies that I shall sell myself, but I can already say that postage from Sweden is obscene. I can't write, but I can make my mark with much gusto.

Ask me on Facebook or something, if you want to buy a copy.

Friday, August 2, 2013

nobody wants to go to heaven, at Oneiros Books, an update

Very pleased to see the attractive new design Oneiros Books have at Paraphilia Magazine. The link for my latest book, which is a new and selected poems is now this one.

Hugely excellent work by Dire McCain, who is the boss of Paraphilia, and Dave Mitchell, boss of Oneiros, and Michael Mc Aloran, who edited mine.

Mine is of course also at this link at Amazon, and soon also available as an epub.

Let us all pray everyday to Satan, our father, that this awful summer stops sunning at us and rains a decorous preparation for the icy glory that is fitting winter. And read my decadent garbage as you do so.

Thursday, July 25, 2013

a review by Barton D. Smock

Both the royal baby and my good self are highly gratified by a most hugely awesome review of my latest book by the great writer Barton D Smock. 

The review is at this link

And here the substance:

nobody wants to go to heaven…but everybody wants to die
poems, 1994-2013, David McLean
Oneiros Books, 2013

review by Barton Smock

“I snorted a line of memory today
 for us, oblivion” 

- from McLean’s a line

The poet David McLean strikes me as an aggressor.  One whose power is to shrink himself when one is looking upward.  While one yells at God, McLean whispers a speck of dust into a dog’s water bowl and waits for the silence of God.  I’ve used the words in this book often, and any story my narrator leaps from may begin and end as such:

I am the wise child, undead, undead not being living’s oppositional twin.  I am tasked with being the local boy David when soul has assigned to me Goliath.  Or, I am the sleeping God to my soul’s restless Freddy.

But as my narrator may have been invented merely to know how he or she might suicide themselves, McLean is adept at being presently destined, as he writes in day of Laodicians (for Jack Kerouac):

     her prissy purse a coffin’s tender weight

or in street song for Edith Sitwell:

     , the bone
      that hungers not for lithesome peace

      but to feel the meat fall piecemeal
      as it writhes to nothingness again;

In these works, history means and was meant to be itself.  But McLean allows it more dignity than being merely predisposed, as in it is dark now:

       it is dark now
       and history is a glorious intended
       absence, meaning hiding her night
       in a lucky bushel;

I am enamored of the intended McLean employs liberally, of the work this work does to shape itself not into a path toward beauty but into perhaps a dead rabbit beneath a grotesque tree set long ago beside said path; subtitle to the ugliness we mistake for adornment when in fact it is the untouchable reflection we are unable to necklace. 

As a crime scene must endure such indignities as yellow police tape, the poem must suffer inside the man aiming his bullhorn at a graffiti covered wall.  It is possible David McLean is not the right man for the job.  It is possible a worse world exists.  It is possible this world is haunted by a failed one.  Take this opening from in harbor (after ’In Harbor’, WCW):

      the ships mutter to one another and their silent voices
      are like the sea, but it is not of the sea they speak,
      memory means nothing to these dreamy leviathans

We are here now, peopled with absence.  McLean knows this, and for it offers the invisible poetry of David McLean.       

nobody wants to go to heaven…but everybody wants to die
poems, 1994-2013
, David McLean
Oneiros Books, 2013

available for purchase here:

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Randomly Accessed Poetics

Pleased to say that Randomly Accessed Poetics 3 is out, including work by me. Here is a link to issues at Amazon.

Sunday, July 14, 2013

Unlikely Stories

Pleased to say that three by me are due in the next issue of Unlikely Stories.

Unlikely Stories also runs Unlikely Books, and next year my first novel is due from them, edited by Michelle Greenblatt, Henrietta remembers.

Sunday, July 7, 2013

shouting at ghosts

Happy to say that Scott Sweeney over at Grey Book Press tells me that my chapbook shouting at ghosts is coming rather soon. I will have copies myself but can already warn people that postage from Sweden to the states/UK is rather steep. But you get a rare example of my signature, my famous "X - his mark"

They already have plenty of quality poetry on sale here at their sales page.

Saturday, July 6, 2013

nobody wants to go to heaven

Here are details of my fourth full length poetry book, a 144 page collection from Oneiros Books. It contains selected poems 1994 to 2013 and the overwhelming majority are relatively new. It's called nobody wants to go to heaven but everybody wants to die.

It is also available on Amazon at this link and is slightly cheaper there. Reviews are forthcoming, apparently.There is a already an awesome review by Aad de Gids for those of you who can see it where it is posted on Facebook here.

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Bone Orchard Poetry

Here are the poems promised at Bone Orchard Poetry. Huge thanks to all involved.


One poem by me will be held for a future issue of 1/25. Always fun to be in print zines.

Speaking of print, while you are waiting you can buy a copy or three of nobody wants to go to heaven but everybody wants to die. And here it is at Amazon as well, probably cheaper.

Mung Being 51

Very pleased to have just been told that five by me will be in the Travel themed issue of Mung Being, issue 51. Here is a link to older things by me posted there.

It is not so oppressive a summer day today, but hell to do laundry, especially as the tumble drier isn't working. It's not sunny but it's still too warm, though.

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Bone Orchard Poetry

Pleased to say that Bone Orchard Poetry is re-opened, this time under the managerial eye of noted fellow deviant Craig Podmore. There will be poems by me posted there tomorrow, but until then here is a link to my old stuff at that site.

Friday, June 28, 2013

Michael Mc Aloran - All Stepped/Undone

All Stepped – UndoneMichael Mc Aloran
Oneiros Books
150 pp
Link to purchase

In this new collection from Michael Mc Aloran we are granted a glimpse of what the obscene dead hand scribbles before, having writ, it rots back to the complacency of the stolid tradition that tells us to love the nothing since it does not exist and we are what we are a short promise of eternity. Mc Aloran's poetry insistently directs its empty indexical dead finger at this recalcitrant nothing coming to fuck promises up.

Incarnation and the corporeal is a disease whose dreams readily assume the aspect of inevitable nightmare, we are condemned to be meat, not free, we are condemned to our ration of idiocy and there will be suffering enough for almost anybody, even the most demanding of masochists.

coffin heart
laid out

settled as if to fall/ absently
a meat hook absolute

The point is that the author is “laughing my suicide unto death” - there is no good except what we can extract from the humor of the situation, the repetitive emphasis upon the gory detail and the stench of the shit. The shit is to be found everywhere, of course. How many things are we presented with, from preschool and onwards, that are not, in some plain sense, tending towards the brown?

The history of ideology, education, and culture is more or less a story of sewage, told by sewage and sweating its cowardly stench of survival under a feculent summer sun. Little turds marching over the onwards and downwards creep of humanity like mindless little Orangemen screaming their psychosis through the blind eyes of all the sexless virgins that ever birthed a meaningless love of Jesus.

There are many references here just to the whole progress of everything through nursery rhymes - all falling down, I spy, and so forth – the eye/i is repeatedly present, the dumb observing sense that devours, that eats the shit it sees according to the gustatory epistemological metaphors that Sartre said. The author, the poet, should be a dodgy and resentful cook or waiter who whacks off copiously right into the nosh that is presented to the reader as she sits there, a dreadful idiot anorexic awfully hungry for knowledge. And all the knowing s/he gets but nothing.

of thin dreaming-

(as of…)

the whittled speech of

but one

in ash of unbecoming airs

a sleight of

a dead echoing

filling out
the eye’s thin


For what is given is less that the gut of the ego needs, the replete guru will never climb perfect out of the skeleton and become more than the skinny hunger of words and the sketchy stick figure that missing Psyche is. and there is nothing beyond this. Everything that the nothing is the specific nothing of has always been nowhere and not available to us because man is always and forever the lack.

traces/ lights excluded/ there’ll yet be another none/
basking/ in the air of// climate as of unknown breath/
the sky’s emptiness/ coating the absent tongue

After the meat malfunctions there is interminable nowhere where we are not, until then we are waiting for Godot rooting around in a pissoir with knives looking for suffering to cut into, obstinately not being the other.

excessive night/ of the abattoir/ how the laughter
builds in the pregnancy of none/ birthing a whore of
silence/ and words/ to slide finally away from

coffin of blood/ coughing up the artery’s

It is almost conceivable that the reader will be oppressed by a certain sense of negativity in this book, but in that case I will have to ask her whether she lives in a world where the children who play on summer's meadows in fact play thus for all eternity. A world where we are not snatched from psychosis only be the happy accident of death from some disgusting cancer or murder.

gardenias/ death’s heads/ a serrated edge/ nothing
less speaking so clearly as was/ hence life pissing blood
laughs the leg off the sacrificial lamb

There is no eternity, but there is some fun to be had pissing blood. Here is your order and where to obtain it. It'll be a few minutes, sir. Would you like some cum on that?
Buy it here.

Friday, June 21, 2013

Icebox revamped

Pleased to say that one by me is due in the print newsletter from Icebox Journal. They have also revamped their design and here are the poems I have there. It's a great new layout that emphasizes the work and the writer, very well done people.

It's a shame that so many zines don't do this sort of job and thus emphasize adverts, or whatever, and sometimes even go so far as to annoy the reader with distracting, and usually exceedingly crappy, music.

Icebox is a zine that focuses on philosophical or intellectual poetry with some theoretical bite. Great work, as I said.

Friday, June 14, 2013

A New Ulster 9

I see that there are five by me in A new Ulster 9, a great zine as always, both available in print and free here at the link.

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Randomly Accessed Poetics

I submit almost nothing, or relatively little, to zines and so forth nowadays, since I am concentrating on books and so on. Randomly Accessed Poetics, however, will have one by me in issue 3, and another appearing online in 2014 at some point. It's a good place to be so I'm rather pleased by this. 

Sunday, June 9, 2013

Mung Being 50 - Names

Now the half century issue of Mung Being is available for your reading. Or perusal, as people say, unaware of the connotations of that word.

Here is a very sensible recommendation from editor Mark Givens, and here three poems by me.

As always, the issue displays huge awesomeness.

Here is other work by me in the archives of the zine.

Friday, June 7, 2013

the art of being human

There is a new anthology out called The Art of Being Human. I am in volume three, which is here for preview or purchase. The other two volumes of this anthology and works by editor Daniela Voicu are here.

Pleased to be in it.

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Mung Being

Issue 50 of Mung Being is coming shortly, pleased to say there will be work by me in it. Here is a link to my earlier stuff in said zine.

Monday, June 3, 2013


Most pleased to have three posted in the excellent zine Pyrokinection.

Saturday, June 1, 2013

Twitter: @David_C_McLean

Well, it being 2013 still i got myself a Twitter:


Thursday, May 30, 2013

nobody wants to go to heaven but everybody wants to die

Now one can buy my new selected poems 1994-2013 nobody wants to go to heaven but everybody wants to die from Oneiros Books. Great thanks to Dave Mitchell and Michael Mc Aloran for very prompt and professional editing and production. This is definitely the definitive book by me.

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

News From The Front Lines

Here is a link to the new newsletter from Epic Rites Press, News from the Front Lines. One by me in there along with work by some other great writers. Links and special book offers too.

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

artwork for "nobody wants to go to heaven...."

As said earlier Michael Mc Aloran is editing "nobody wants to go to heaven, but everybody wants to die" 125 forthcoming poems by me from Oneiros books. This is the awesome cover that Dave Mitchell just deisgned from Mick's artwork.

And here is the back cover blurb from Mick

‘The eviscerating negation of a pristine surgeon, this book culminates in a collection of what represents McLean’s finest work to date. These are no bullshit poems, etched with a masterful control of both succinct language and piercing imagery, born of a restless intellect, at once at war with the within and the without. This book has the capacity to make you feel empowered in the face of the Nothing that is, and you will thank him for it…’

Thursday, May 9, 2013

new book at last

I have not been thinking too much about books since laughing at funerals from epic rites press. But Michael Mc Aloran is the new poetry editor at Oneiros Books, who share Paraphilia Magazine's website, and he suggested a sort of selected poems with much new work entitled "nobody wants to go to heaven but everybody wants to die" - this is underproduction at present through the good offices of Mick and of Dave Mitchell, who runs Oneiros books. Here is there Facebook page.

It will be round 130/40 pages long and is due in June. Roughly then they have a great collection coming form the talented Craig Podmore, and they have awesome titles out already so i am hugely pleased about this. Michale Mc Aloran is letting me use one of his paintings as cover art and has checked through my selection of poems, that I think constitutes the definitive collection from me, thus far.

There's also a chapbook due from Grey Book Press and a first novel from Unlikely Books in 2014. Busy fucker, aren't I?

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Clockwise Cat

And here it comes, the new Clockwise Cat (Its 25th life). There are two poems by me in it. There's a review of a book by Barton D Smock, and one of a chapbook by Kevin Reid. And a review of Travis Blair and one of a book by of my present editor Mick Mc Aloran, In Damage Seasons.

Who's been a busy little fucker, then?

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

The Shwibly

Delighted to have three forthcoming in The Shwibly, which is a great zine with a lot of other great writers in the debut issue, as you can see here.

Friday, April 26, 2013

The art of being human

Although I am not particularly proficient at said art, a great thanks to Daniela Voicu for taking three poems and an ugly photo for inclusion in the anthology this group is doing, It's due in May or June this summer, here is their Facebook page.

I feel that the conventional understanding of the art of being human was perfectly stated by Larkin in "This be the verse". The link goes to the Poetry Foundation.

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

exquisite corpses

Here is the promised exquisite corpse at Sein und Werden. Part two is me. There are other sexy stiffs there too.

Sunday, April 21, 2013

Zombie Logic

Hugely pleased to have five up in Zombie Logic Review, the online presence of the laudable Zombie Logic Press. Here they are.

Thursday, April 18, 2013

Gillian Prew - Throats full of graves

Gillian Prew
Throats Full of Graves
Lapwing Publications
chapbook review by David McLean

This is a brief review of the latest production by the Scottish poet Gillian Prew, in my opinion the best female poet currently active.

Her liminal love with its dug arms
scoops the red roots of the tight trees
where her best wedding was throttled and laid,
and her lit loss burns in her brain
scorching the slow madhouse of her days.

It might be appropriate that I modestly neglect to refer to a poem in this book that is about me, namely “In the garden with a poet”. I shall, however, refrain from doing the modest thing and mention it.

Days are here – untidy. That is the beauty
of light: it illuminates the mess
for embracing. We are

a long time nothing. There is no place
to exhibit the night like a sword.

This because it exhibits clearly, in these closing lines - which are much better than anything I have done recently - the terrible predicament of those like Ms Prew and myself, who are atheists and might like to be logically precise, when we affect to produce the “poetic”,  When “we are a long time nothing” the word “we” no longer applies to us, time and our world has ceased and probably only Larkin has ever succeeded in saying this properly, in “Aubade”. Of course, I object dreadfully to the term “poet” as a sortal, it identifies no clear class of objects; it is usually little more than a dreadful piece of self-promotion. Were I ever, per impossibile, to make a living by poems, I might allow the description on Derridean grounds - “It's me job, like” - but not as a token of self-ascribed excellence.

More seriously, in another poem, Prew writes

I, like a slow thaw in the garden where
all this started under the sun yesterday
(or years ago) There is

a simmering vitality that permits persistence,
that allows healing and the adoration of wounds

This is close to the essential, the reflexive wallowing in despite and self-contempt that is the essence of anything interesting in literature. The glorious puny assholes who fall down in their sheer stupid debility waiting for some cunt Godot who never even shows, they are so much more beautiful than any alleged poetic perfection:

There is no destiny worth hoping for.

There will be death, and
in the meantime life. What rages
inside is something
if we are lucky
do not fear
or love,
or bother to breathe.

The metaphor of interiority is acceptable here, of course, although I assume the inside to be the consciousness that spreads outside the alleged real. The poems here are of seasonal mortality, or, more precisely, of facticity and thrownness, of being there in this confusing admixture of earth and world that colors memories ideologically and insists - with the simmering vitality that is the sheer denial of entropy that even the simplest organism is - on taking a shot at perdurance, an attempt that is doomed to failure since the ultimate victory of entropy will become the ordered beauty of perfected and, necessarily, unobserved disorder. If we could perdure, this would be spoiled. But there is a pointless meaningless beauty in the striving, one which expresses itself in the laudable futility of poetry, at which Prew kicks serious ass, with poems like this one, of “Memory”:

Bud of the quiet dead, lifting
light from the black-bitten wound. A grief,
a lie a dry, futile church. You are a ruin
of tears and ragged distances. A hidden.
A scarred truth roaming bone. You fail
with a brave despair
like widowed songbirds, their throats full of graves.

The need for miracles, as Prew says, is abject. What actually is, is enough. if one does not multiply entities beyond necessity one can still populate a poem.

I think this may be Prew's best yet, which means that you should buy the thing. It's not out yet, but here are details:

Saturday, April 13, 2013

funerals @ Tree Killer Ink, nothing to do with obnoxious dead politicians and their £8 000 000 funerals

With a link to a review by the late great Todd Moore, who was worth eight million times more than Thatcher, and a link to a revised press release. Get it here.

This is one of the books that I do not find retrospectively embarrassing - great work by Wolfgang Carstens the editor and everybody else involved.

Thursday, April 11, 2013

hellbound at Tree Killer Ink

Pinhead will kill anything. So he won't give a flying fuck that hellbound is on sale from Tree Killer Ink. Here it is, though, pace Pinhead. Lots of other great books from Epic Rites Press there too.

Waiting with great excitement for the release of Lords Of Salem. Rob Zombie's new album Venomous Rat Regeneration Vendor is hugely good. 

Huge cred to the defunct Chumbawamba for swift release of an EP about the even more defunct bitch goddess Thatcher. Disgusting to hear and see fools praising the slime - particularly the strange statements by Obama.

There's a ghastly corpse who clings to the side of this building. He is animated by some sick and deranged parody of life. Sometimes I see his foul eyes staring in at me, burning with the evil insanity of the pit. "You alright, mate?" he asks. "Yeah, I'm alright" I say. The dead have become much more sociable since Romero's earliest work.

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Gutter Eloquence

There's a great issue of Gutter Eloquence up, and there's work by me in it here. It's an absolutely awesome zine as always, a quarterly nowadays, and it's full of underground ratty goodness.

Sunday, April 7, 2013

laughing at funerals & slaughtering fucking trees

Wolfgang over at Epic Rites in sunny Canada, Sweden's rivals in hockey and poetry, has had the bright idea of running Tree Killer Ink to distribute product. So now you can get laughing at funerals at this link for a wretched $13.50  - do so or the bunny gets it. (The trees are already fucked.)


Mung Being 49

There's a new issue of the great Mung Being out, it's an enjoyable read as usual, and poems by me are posted here

All my work in the zine and updated bio here.

Friday, April 5, 2013

A New Ulster

There's a new issue of A New Ulster out, an awesome zine as always, and five by me in it. It's here at issuu.

Thursday, April 4, 2013


Happy to say that the 3rd of June will see three by me posted in Pyrokinection, which you can check out now if you like, it's an excellent site.


Pleased to say that later today five poems by me are coming in pornSad, a new zine run by the great Barton D Smock. Updating later.

Tuesday, April 2, 2013


Pleased to say that there is work by me in the new Cuib-Nest-Nido, it's coming at this link today. Thanks to Daniela Voicu. 

There are five poems by me on page 14, and a picture of awesome ugliness.  It's a great with and a lot of work in English in it.

Monday, April 1, 2013

Mung Being

The theme of the next Mung Being is books, whatever those are, and I took a chance and submitted. 

Three by me will be appearing in the next issue, issue 49. Here is a link to other work by me that has previously been featured in the zine along with a picture of myself and Oscar, the amazing faltulent dog, in my updated bio.


Sunday, March 31, 2013

poetic diversity

Pleased to say that the new Poetic Diversity is out. The contents are linked here and there's a poem by me in it here.

Tuesday, March 26, 2013


There are too few new print zines starting, so it is gratifying both that there is a new one coming, and that i was invited to be in the preview issue. It's called 1/25, and it is under the editorship of Craig Sernotti. 

The website is here and open submissions will soon be underway.

Sein und Werden, delectable corpses

Today is a happy day, for the exquisite corpse issue of Sein und Werden is up. The impressive list of contents is linked here. And the poem by me is linked here.

There is a forthcoming actual exquisite corpse, but this delectable cadaver is slow in decaying, evidently, and will be posted at a later date. I participated in its death, I confess.



Monday, March 25, 2013

Dead Flowers & Bodhidharma

Pleased to say that Bohemian Pupil Press have a zine called dead flowers, even more pleasing is that a poem by me called Bodhidharma is in the new issue, and it's available free as a .pdf at the link.

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

A New Ulster 7

Very happy to have work forthcoming, five poems I believe, in issue numero seven of A New Ulster. This is a spelndid new zine in the tradition of older Irish lit mags like Honest Ulsterman that are no longer in print. Huge thanks to editor Amos Gideon Grieg for having me again, though I am but of the humble Welsh variety of Celt.

Monday, March 4, 2013


As I said I would a while back I have three poems at Icebox, a new philosophically themed online poetry zine, many references there to many things. Some other great work there too so check it out, despite the misspelling of my name.

Sunday, March 3, 2013

Ambriel revolution again

As noted below there is another feature about me up in Ambriel Revolution. This time with the poems without breathing, dead shadow, there is stone, and ample begonia, as well as the sound of memory, which is also linked below. Several of these were inspired by Nico, by the way.

Friday, March 1, 2013

The Rampallian

In a few weeks spring is coming, but now the winter issue of The Rampallian is out. It's the "mean wretch of literary magazines" and they have a poem by me that can be purchased in the fragile and flammable form of paper at this link.

Thursday, February 28, 2013


As promised a while ago, there are two poems by me in Vayavya's spring issue, my things being here.

Monday, February 25, 2013

Ambriel Revolution

There was a feature by me a while ago at Ambriel Revolution, and I'm delighted to say that there is now another. Here is the first poem, the sound of memory.


dead flowers

Pleased to say that Bohemian Pupil Press, the link being to their Facebook, have a zine called Dead Flowers, named after the Rolling Stones song so awesomely covered by G.G. Allin, the guest editor of which has been kind enough to accept a poem by me called Bodhidharma for their next issue.

All is well here, all manner of things are well.


Sunday, February 24, 2013

of Sein und Werden and exquisite corpses

Pleased to say that a poem by me will be in the exquisite corpse issue of Sein Und Werden. There are plenty of things by me in their online archives and in the old print zines by the way, dig them out, they are all succulent cadavers too. Sein's editor Rachel Kendall is in fact doing an exquisite corpse as I write these words with a few sentences from each of the various contributors to the zine. 

My poem however is about actual delectable decedents.

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

splinterswerve #9

I am delighted to have a piece, together with ugly photo, in the newest issue of splinterswerve, all the way from Canada. Here it is.

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Tree Killer Ink

There is a tribute issue of Tree Killer Ink coming out and two poems by me about Baudelaire are in there. One of them reacting to the fact that people assumed that I was reacting to some shooting in a school in a couple of poems. I never react to current events like that. If I were to write today about pedophile priests I might not even mean the vampire army of Roman Catholics and their unreliable pope, I might mean the other pedophile priests, the illiterate psychopaths who also follow a pedophile icon "prophet" - the Mohammedans.

They are all evil.

Monday, February 11, 2013

Mung Being 48

It's time for a new issue, issue 48, of the great Mung Being. It's the zine that grows in awesomeness every issue and there are three poems by me here, and at the link there's lots of old work. One of them is even a sort of love poem. One is inspired by Jeffrey Lee Pierce and Lupita.

Mark Givens does a splendid job with Mung Being - along with Clockwise Cat and Gutter Eloquence it grows, as noted, in awesomeness with every issue. This is unusual.

Monday, February 4, 2013

A New Ulster issue 5

It is with much happy that I announce the release of issue 5 of A New Ulster, available at the link, wherein is me. Five poems what I have written, at least, if not actually the gorgeous physical embodiment I am to my doggie.

As always, it is good to read.

I may be tired and emotional, but at least I'm not drunk.

Saturday, February 2, 2013

Cuib Nest Nido

Very pleased that Daniela Voicu has been kind enough to publish another five by me in Cuib Nest Nido which is available at the link. It's always gratifying to get things published in countries that are not the usual ones for English language writing. The zine is a free download btw.

Tearing my hair out trying to post this since my Tre mobile broadband works very crappily in Blentarp in Skåne, whither we have moved, though the house is actually a little closer to Veberöd. Some changes need to be made here. The move went reasonably well, only one item of furniture actually dying.