Writer. Poetry & reviews by David C. McLean & texts by his wife Jennifer S. Chesler, including collaborative work with McLean. Chesler writes avant garde, postmodern and innovative texts that explore the social & psychological preconditions of modern life. Collaborative work focuses on comedic philosophical topics combined with deviant sexual expression.
Clockwise Cats Alison Ross
chapbook review by David McLean
Fowlpox Press, 2014, 14 pp.
Alison Ross’ new short chapbook is exquisite work. The poems
are visual and depict a surreal landscape, drowned in dusk and darkness, like a
painting by Miró, since Miró is the theme of the book and Alison would like to
live in one his painting. I suppose she might holiday in a Cure video, maybe
even have nightmares there.
The poems are lucid and to the point, as
The hours rain down
like soft sparkling skulls.
The children catch them on their tongues,
eat them like they’re stars,
and become illuminated time
The poems all point to a more precise realization of the
real. By showing how the twilight is time exploding into fat spiders who become
fat and replete on the darkness before shriveling like lazy vampires under the
cunning cruelty of the coming sun, the reader will be brought to understand the
foul essence of temporality, unless she is only reading for the cat references.
There are few poems here, and they are enough. The book
rewards rereading, and, like all decent poetry, will contribute to taking away
your ontological blindness, or, at any rate, do your myopia no end of good.
Here is the book of the clockwise crepuscular, whether to
gaze at vacantly or steadfastly to purchase: