Monday, July 3, 2017

Five poems from forthcoming book

Great thanks to Reuben Wooley for posting five poems from my forthcoming book at The Curly Mind. The poems are linked below
& always you
Emma today
rowing
between my ribs
& if shame
 
The book is coming at the end of this summer from Craig Podmore’s Antiseptic Press. I’s easily my best (thus far ☺ ) Below on this blog there are a few blurbs from good people.
Here they are again, all together:
 

Forever Emma is easily McLean’s best endeavor so far: while encapsulating the atheistic manifestations in his prior works (ghost death blood corpse absence distance) these elements are breathed to life, as to living characters, through valid love for his Emma. Love is not a neutral topic, and David makes certain that it stays that way. Emma is alive, yet full of resplendent contradiction, conflict, confusion. Time is beaten down, means nothing at all except something that the love David writes of destroys. There is nothing past touch, the poet writes, & i say, in an avid follower of David’s work, that to beat time down, to make love immortal, is the poet’s endgame.

Carolyn Srygley-Moore, author of Ode to Horatio and other saviors and Miracles of the blog: a series




In this collection, David McLean has hit the full maturity of his poetry: a deep skin awareness/memory of every touch of mind and body. Love in the desperate chaos/shit surrounding McLean and his Emma. He/It swallows us and spits us out again, ever-questioning and re-reading. I love this collection.

Reuben Woolley, author of skins & dying notes, editor of I am not a silent poet and The Curly Mind




David McLean's words rip through nerve collage unleashing hoodoo whispers as well as unpredictable outbursts that crush linear glide. brace yourself for a wild ride through heaven and hell collapsing in on themselves. it's more than worth the price of the ticket.

Mark Hartenbach, author of the lost bastard chronicles and bring me the head of Marko X




David McLean’s latest poetry collection “Forever Emma” is his best work to date. The poems scream unadulterated passion -- reading like tortured fever dreams of obsession, madness, absolution, redemption.

Stripped to the bone, we find a love story -- witnessing not only a fusion of selves but also a coming apart and a reassembling. We’re presented with a thirsty all-consuming love -- a love beyond absences, a love beyond even death.

To quote McLean from the poem “she is insect”:

…she is madness in my disgraceful veins, the changeless divine that is Demonica the eternal dressed in words & torture; i am here to worship her, i am hers to murder

In the midst of his more graphic images of blood and flesh and scarred skin, McLean offers up images of sheer beauty that linger. The one that will stay with me for the longest time appears in the poem “gray.”

it is gray here & i love you – as if every child everywhere were playing a trumpet & nothing would ever happen again except you and i touching

Poetry doesn’t get much better than that.

Barbara H. Moore, author of Dancing On Broken Glass




I love your word choices. "I prefer the fang." Now the song from "Lost Boys" is playing, "Cry Little Sister" Your love for Emma really comes through. The dark god awful eviscerating truth of real erotic, romantic love in all its complexity.

Misti Rainwater, author of Bullshit Rodeo