David Mclean’s anarchic, pitch-black poetry snatches the philosophies and theologies of history out of the air like mosquitoes or bad smells and subjects them to a twenty-first century frisk. From the micro to the macro, no sacred cow is safe... David was born in Wales in 1960 and has lived in Sweden since 1987. 'Of Dead Snakes' is the newest of several McLean collections, and the first to be published by the Oxford-based, internationally-minded Rain Over Bouville.
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By Amanda Boschetto
Jul 7, 2010
Here are two blurbs about the book Praise by McLean’s peers: “From the moment one opens Of Dead Snakes, the assault of McLean's brilliantly incisive words invades the reader's consciousness. A prolific writer, McLean is known as a 'myth-exploder' of automaton normalcy. As one recent reviewer commented, he 'majestically incorporates 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. He is one of the greatest poets of our age, and this is a book that will enrich; a book not to be missed.” Constance Stadler, author of Tinted Steam "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... More > 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< Less
