Whisper of Life, by Nausicaa Morgue

I am pleased to announce that I just helped the enormously talented Nausicaa Morgue to set up the blog linked here for her wonderful bone sculptures. This is a great privilege for me because Nausicaa is clearly a favoured vessel for the divine fire & the Great Mother showed great kindness by asking me to help her.

Currently there are two items available there, at a very fair price, & this is open to negotiation. Brief descriptions follow. The bones are prepared with old school craftsmanship, & entirely without chemicals. They are made into objects of sombre beauty in a gesture of profound respect for the departed, to honour the eternal return & eternal fire that goddess prepares for those that love Her. Like Deleuze reads Nietzsche, not every self gets to return; that's not something goddess ever promised. 

 

The only magic in these pieces is the magic of devotion & art, of life & fire itself.

 

This art is definitely posthuman, in my sense, of the beast & the fire, the incommensurable, not the dreadful human world. This work appertains to the animal, demonic, to goddess, & to earth, not the human world, defiled by narcissism, greed, & the perpetual quest for identity. These artworks are haecceities, & it is monumentally impressive that Nausicaa captured them so readily, liberating them into their perpetual becoming.

Here is Nausicaa's "cow baby" sculpture. Nausicaa burns brighter with goddess than anyone I have ever known, & it is my nature to tend flames, so I shall be promoting the living shit out of her work. This statue elevates the fragile & resilient beauty of abjection, carrying at the same time the protection of a crescent moon of obsidian, & it screams its goddess promise of incarnation forever, flesh not identity. The intensity that is captured in this piece is from goddess Herself, channelled through Her best reflection. It is an expression of the fire that burns, the restive fury of goddess in the beast.

This second statue is a scrying mirror, or just simply a mirror, & it is made to honour the remains of another beast. Nausicaa selected an older mirror that showed the passage of time itself in order to better complement the birth of time & timelessness that the stature celebrates. Kali is beyond time & controls it, like every other illusion it does not affect Her. It is Maa Kali who has told me to assist Nausicaa as best I can, & I am confident that the purchase of any of these will secure Her divine blessings on the purchaser, it will certainly secure mine.

Buy one or both here: https://whisperoflifeart.blogspot.com/

Matangi assembles Her rejects

There's a new book by me at the Lulu bookstore, forthcoming from Amazon etc but it's better for us if you buy from Lulu anyway. Full of massive love for Kali Maa & Her aspect Matangi. Blurb & cover follow, linked here Matangi assembles Her rejects.

EDIT: I forgot about samples though. Including now. I now add the Amazon link, here it is. The UK Amazon link is also live here.

This is the second book about Mother Kali from David C. McLean & it focuses on the Mahavidya Matangi, who controls art & poetry, & is the goddess of impurity. She is related to Hecate & other Dark Mothers. 

In the introduction there is discussion of Her as source of understanding of the incommensurable & McLean relates Her to Deleuze & Lyotard. He sees in Her a solution to the issue of the expression of intensity. 

We hope that this book pleases Kali Maa.

 

 

Tanya Rakh, "too short a far shot"

It is with immense delight that I can announce that a new book by Tanya Rakh is going to be available as soon as one of us has seen the proof. It is with great happiness that I announce this & naturally I have done an introductory manifesto. 

This follows, as does the cover. The picture is Tanya's "spiral tree." It is now on sale here, coming to Amazon soon.

EDIT: Here is is at this link on Amazon. Here it is at this very similar link on UK Amazon too. It would be wonderful if you bought from Lulu instead, of course, because Tanya would then get much more money.

Introduction

This book is written as a purge of old ghosts, or Tanya said it was at least. It is her fourth book with Posthuman Poetry & Prose. It speaks of alienation & distances, the incommunicability of intensity. I too know how it feels when organs do not fit in this stupid human skin, & I certainly don't understand capitalism. Tanya, too, has a fish family to look after, we all have something that obliges us to engage with gross & grotesque world.

Anyway, what is purged is things that do not appertain to the now, things that are inessential & already transcended; the machinations of Maya, that what is not, what Mahadevi has done to pass Her time & entertain Herself, because eternal perfection is dull when One is wanton & grows desirous, as She says Herself that She does. Intensity cannot be expressed in any human tongue, but Kali as Matangi can show it to those She favours, so we can step sideways into the light with Her for a while. This book does this, & sings the perfection of the dirty, the impure, the “immaculate dirt”, for everything is essentially divine. The book ends with the chain of return seen as always already perfect, every fall, everything part of Mother with the “huge black eyes”.

For everything is what it is, & this book shows how to approach the essentially incomprehensible nature of what is, the cruel confusion that seemingly is, & these poems delineate a stance to take to the world that allows us to see earth behind it, sustaining & upholding it. Tanya shows that the only way to do this is to relinquish the illusions of humanism & affirm the beast.

Because goddess is always desirous, She always wants things to happen, so there is not going to be any quiescent end state, incarnation is forever, these fleshy transactions, &, like Mr. Fish himself, we shall always carry some false body around, though we are fire & formless, & we belong in Her perfection.

As Tanya points out, the animal sleeps like Maa Kali lives, naked & dressed in space, too large to ever be contained.

Naturally, I advocate the purchase, reading, & regular rereading of this book. I do not interpret it, for it is a manifestation, an expression of the emptiness & the ever-present ghosts, the hungry ghosts, the ghouls at the heart of illusion. It is a very beautiful book & I am sure that Kali is delighted, for it is fire & power, as is She.

"Kali breathes this fire"

Finally got my new book finished after much buggering about, since I need to be comfortable with it, it being about the Divine Mother as it is. But Maa Kali cherishes imperfection & impurity, so that's something of a consolation. I am releasing it now because I have been constantly & obsessively adding to it, & want to hurry up with writing the next book about Matangi instead.

It is on sale here at Lulu, & here it now is on Amazon at this link. It is listed on  Amazon UK as well. The book is more expensive than I might wish, £12.50 or $16.50, with other currencies at corresponding rates, but blame the twats at Amazon for that, given that the book is 232 pages in length.

Four poems are on the images below, one of which is on two pages. 

The book contains a 45 page introduction about Kali. The introduction does not pretend to be comprehensive but relates the scriptures about Her to posthumanism, & the selective & creative nature of reincarnation, & speaks of the ultimate eternal return after the dissolution, when Her restive & fickle nature will create again. Some of this is drawn from the Posthuman poetry manifesto & adds to that. (Here the manifesto is on Amazon too.) Anyway, as Ramakrishna Paramahamsa wrote, She only saves one in a hundred thousand. 

The introduction also includes much ranting about narcissism, neo-colonialism against indigenous peoples, the patriarchy, the caste system, the narcissism of many "gurus", & the disgraceful British empire.

Blurb, cover, & samples follow:

This book is the first about Kali Maa & the Mahavidyas that McLean has written. This is what he proposes to write about in the future. 

The book includes a 45 page introduction in which McLean relates the Divine Mother to posthuman themes. There will no full manifesto on the basis of this but the ideas will be developed in later books.

The cover image is Kali's yantra.

New book by Carolyn Srygley Moore

 We all have a past, Watson. Ghosts. They are the shadows that define our every sunny day.

// Sherlock Holmes;
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

We have just completed a book called For All of My Beautiful Ghosts by awesome American poet Carolyn Srygley Moore. Carolyn actually writes real poems, which is enormously unusual nowadays, & we have done this book for her with higher quality coloured ink for the 177 numbered pages, since it also contains photos.

EDIT: It printed fine &, after final edits, here it is at Lulu, For All of My Beautiful Ghosts. Because of the ink, it's more expensive, though, to cut costs for the buyer, we did at first not sell it from corporate scumbags Amazon we have now made it more expensive & moved it to distribution through Amazon. This is because people are prepared to purchase it there, & evidently prefer to spend more rather than less. The Amazon link is here & the book is now available there. I would prefer that you buy it from Lulu though, since this gives Carolyn a lot more money, ten times more, because Amazon are bloody robber barons, & she deserves it.

I shall almost certainly review it later, but I am currently reading about Kali Maa & finishing my book about Her as primal goddess in the Mahavidyas. Carolyn sets a bloody high bar for me with her wonderful book, but I want it to be my best ever.

Cover, featuring a collage by Carolyn herself, & my blurb follow:

Posthuman Poetry & Prose is delighted to release this book of poems by Carolyn Srygley Moore, a poet & artist resident in New York State.

These poems tell a life, & they are of ghosts in the sense that what one relates to is ghostly; it is the poematic impulse, which is to capture the past, to prove that it was real & that it still is, to produce "a photograph of the feast in mourning", as Derrida so aptly puts it, so there is always poem when the ghosts fade at sunset & earth is there, sustaining the futility that is world.

"Alien Songs" by Tanya Rakh & Ndotono Waweru

Delighted to announce the arrival of a book of duets by Tanya Rakh & Ndotono Waweru from Posthuman Poetry & Prose. The poems in Alien Songs, on sale here, & on sale here at Amazon, are of the posthuman diaspora that learns to survive beyond identity. Only the divergent returns. Only what is "alien", in the sense of estranged from humanist traditions, only what is Dionysian individuation - not the I, the self, & their identity - will be validated by the posthuman naissance that celebrates the chaos of the eternal return, where the subject is the Other, & alienated, in principle, from its "self" by the Kantian "Cogito for a dissolved Self: the Self of 'I think' includ[ing] in its essence a receptivity of intuition in relation to which I is already an other." (Deleuze). The chaosmos goddess creates is anarchic; identities are weak, they do not return. 

& poetry just is a nostalgia for presence, for simple self-identity, for all the substantial constructs, or so Derrida tells us. But poetry needs to be the inarticulate cry of intensity, the indeterminate, that which is not concealed behind a name or a face  but dances its passion in the flame & naked. Poetry needs to capture this, per impossibile - it might scream to that which throbs an instant in the meat & cannot be measured against anything. Otherwise things play real when you look at them & words grow into unreliable maps & forget what stars there are.

Though I publish others on an occasional basis, Tanya is basically the other half of posthuman poetry, & when I return to goddess it is my hope that she will take it over. It is a privilege to publish all of her previous & forthcoming work, & a delight to see how seamless this collaboration with Ndotono is.

Tanya & Ndotono wrote this intro

Alien Songs is a fully collaborative collection of duets in verse. These duets each stand alone as individual pieces, but also join together to create an amalgamated star atlas for a breathing and multitextured extraterrestrial world.

Each of our songs embodies an aspect of this world—some echo an element, others an organ, yet others a phenomena of nature—and there are many more totems to explore. All of these pieces, separately and combined, are calls to a connection beyond the confines of everyday space and time, the heavy matter of humanity.

While the maladjusted soul may not be able to easily drag its accompanying body off this planet for a spell, it can dissolve for a while between astral wind currents when the right words are sung. These duets are incantations, oracles, scribblings on the walls of the heart. By reading them, we hope all lonely Aliens can catch a few glimmers of their home stars.

Tanya Rakh and Ndotono Waweru

The book is absolutely amazing, & the cover is below, with thanks to the brilliant photographer Shaina Sterrett for letting us use her image. Here is Shaina's Instagram where she shares her art.

Here is a sample poem online at Spillwords at this link. Alien Songs is on sale at this link. it can also be found on Amazon at this link. Note that it is better for the writers if you buy direct from Lulu.

I am looking forward to the publication of Tanya Rakh's ghost fractals soon, goddess willing. There will also be a book of visual poetry, vispo, coming from Tanya too, this will be printed with quality paper & ink, everything you do to the moon. It will be awesome.

A new posthuman poetry manifesto

The manifesto about posthumanism that was posted previously in this blog now serves as the the introduction to my recent book of poems, everything essential. It builds upon the two previous manifestos about antinatalism & posthumanism that were included in the earlier books too much human & goddess says, Emma.

But I have now released a book of prose that isn't a novel. It's a book of theory about posthumanism, focused on deep ecology, goddess, & poetics, There is a fair amount about the varieties of posthumanism, about feminist new materialism, about Heidegger & Derrida's discussion of poetics, about deep ecology, earth & world, becomings-animal, & a discussion of Deleuze & temporality. Also, naturally, there is much about goddess & Tiamat, prior to the patriarchal deities of Babylon & later. All this in detail in the long version that is now on sale, the full version of the introductory manifesto in everything essential.

In this book I try to deal with fairly difficult subjects in a manner that is reasonably comprehensible to the average reader. I don't know if I succeed, but the ambition is to make somewhat abstruse subjects fairly accessible, & avoid too much empty & trendy verbiage.

First, though, here is the poetry book with the shortened introductory form of the manifesto - everything essential at Lulu. Then here is the Amazon UK link, & here is the link to Amazon USA.

Now this is the Lulu link for the full version, A new posthuman poetry manifesto, the proof looking great. Here is the manifesto on Amazon UK, & it is on US Amazon at this link. The covers for both books are directly below too. The table of contents for the full manifesto follows.

 

Review of my "everything essential", by Carolyn Srygley-Moore

The book reviewed below, 205 pages of poems, & including a version of the new posthuman poetry manifesto, is on sale at this link. This link is to the book on Amazon UK, &, of course, this link is to Amazon USA. As always, i would prefer that you buy it from Lulu direct, but, if you hate trade unions or just need free shipping from Prime, you can use goddam Amazon.

Very grateful for this review of my (very soon) forthcoming everything essential by Carolyn Srygley-Moore. Delighted by this, I preserve her formatting as well as possible, given the exigencies of blogging. I would simply point out that I am not a philosopher, & am not sure what that would even mean (thus alluding, & without a trace of embarrassment, to Derrida), & I would add that memory, fairly obviously, is confabulation, telling stories. But still it's real, for, like all illusory constructs, time is perfectly real on its own terms. 

Review of everything essential
A book by David C. McLean.
By Carolyn Srygley-Moore, author of ‘miracles of the BloG: a series & Ode to Horatio and Other Saviors & other books, also with one forthcoming in the future from Posthuman Poetry & Prose.

“”

I am no philosopher.
However I’ve been a reader
And appreciator of David’s poetry for over a decade. (He is a writer of prose and a fine photographer as well.) We have also become friends. For a few years we lost contact. In those years David discovered & embraced
The Goddess.

When, via social media,
We first began exchanging writings
David professed a stern atheism; yet he
Arrived to my work (I then expressed
Myself as a Christian) without a derisive
Attitude; he was not contemptuous, and
Was able to read my work without derision.
That’s where I approach his new book.
With a blank slate attempted if not completely possible.

“”

McLean is a philosopher.
I arrive to this book with some cognizance
Of his prior work, and the tangentiality
That work has to this book.

“Ghosts.” That is
My echo. From my sense of his past work & the echo I cannot shake while reading.

“”

This book ,
Emma, & the poet, fuse into an amazement, a carnal revival occurring
On the head of a pin. There is no time.
Memory exists in the sensate, the beast,
A celebration that cannot be named
For language would corrupt that celebration.

“”

David, the person, tells me that we — humans, beings, sentient —; have no past.
Maybe all beings, in fact.

Yet memory, in these poems, is acknowledged. Remember that language
By no fault —: corrupts.

This is not the pop psychology of so called “false memory.” For memory in these
Poems is. Present carnal sacred.

“”

Is Emma (by the perspective of one who feels constrained by time as construct) a way of erasing
History per-say ( which David calls to my attention as “not mentioned” in the book)
Of radically traveling via Emma & goddess
Into the past, bringing back with him
The ghosts that riddled his early
Books with a kind of stasis however
Appreciative of the absurd //; returning
In Emma’s skirt pockets ghosts that
Have heartbeats without degeneration,
For time, and the past, are not
To be acknowledged. The Goddess is.

Without time; with the circularity, the
Regeneration exigent to the Goddess
Paradigm:
Emma exists past the perversion by
A language that McLean crafts
Flawlessly, intensely, even effortlessly.
As the reader I felt
Gratification that any
Person could experience love
With the transgressive intensity
Embodied in these poems.
The blaze, the beauty, and the
Resultant affirmation of what
Truth can be //: this is what I take
Away. & I am
Happy, especially for my friend.

“”

Foucault & Kafka, the incarceration &
The prisoner of the Penal Colony ::
Are crashed into, crushed as shell to
Grit. & we are freed. We are
Liberated by a manipulator of
Language// through
Language. We are left without
Corruption & the
Feeling Is marvelous.

Hence: even to those who find history
A weight, a presumptive cargo -/:
To whom trying to see time as not only irrelevant but nonexistent-:

What is remembering?

“”

What is sacred? Not time. Not the past.
But the dance on the head of a pin,
Beyond carnal, love, all consuming.

Emma is a means of liberation for
Those who devour these poems.
Where decay & death are acknowledged,
Even death —: endings are not.
All is infinite. A comforting, and uncomfortable, insinuation.

“Here we are memory” is a poem title
That gives me permission to read
These poems, & my personhood,
As a dialogue & confrontation & challenge
To /: my history my past. My ghosts
My memory. It is a profound
Permission coming from David
McLean, grab it. Writer. Philosopher.

Hold on.
Prepare yourself for a festival.
Dark & bright,

Carolyn Srygley-Moore

Six samples from forthcoming "everything essential"

Here are six samples from my forthcoming everything essential, due whenever we see & approve the proof copy. The cover comes first. The manifesto that introduces the book was previously posted below in this blog at this link. Here it is on Amazon UK. Here on Amazon USA. Now it is lengthened & made more complete, & has grown into a book of its own, A posthuman poetry manifesto which I will post a couple of weeks after this one is out. The book is reviewed above by Carolyn Srygley-Moore in this post.

EDIT: Out now.

I update this post to note that I have approved the proof & allowed the 205 page book via Posthuman Poetry & Prose's storefront, where it is on sale at this link, & made it available on Amazon, Ingram, B&N, etc, where it will appear in due course.

The book is the third book of poems since my return to the UK, & themes & inspirations include nature in North Somerset; goddess Tiamat; posthumanism & postmodernism; Deleuze & Guattari's becoming animal & rhizomes; Foucault's antihumanism & antifascism; Derrida's ethics, poetics, & ethopoetics; Nietzsche in general, especially the return as the return of the dissolved self; Lyotard's intensity; new materialism; indeterminacy; goddess chaos versus patriarchal order; the Enuma Elish; & love, sexuality, & BDSM.

The book is 205 numbered pages, with a 45 page introductory manifesto that took a lot of work. I have edited this & given more attention to it than usual. It's a sort of statement. The manifesto is about posthumanism, goddess Tiamat, chaos, & posthuman poetics, & I try to enact it in the poems - the dissolution of the ego in Deleuze's reading of the Nietzschean eternal return, the intensity, the beast, the ahuman that I am become. It is very clearly a book of poems for Emma, but it is not part of the series; she is muse & motivator, but there is more to these poems, for the sexual intenisty that was always there has now pervaded everything - from goddess to brutality, from butterflies to philosophy.

I have also, as noted, finished a prose book with a more extensive version of the manifesto that I shall publish separately. The manifesto in the new prose version is close to 100 numbered pages & is due to become available once I approve the proof in a while.A new book to be called (probably) we are flesh of Tiamat is being written.

Lulu spotlight

Here is the Lulu spotlight for Posthuman Poetry & Prose. These are the books I have available, as well as books by Tanya Rakh, Carolyn Srygley Mooore, & Linnet Phoenix, here at this link. There is now also a collaboration between Tanya Rakh & Ndotono Waweru. Lulu charge postage, unlike Prime, but this has become much more reasonable than it used to be.

All my extant books from Posthuman Poetry & Prose, & some other places earlier, are there. There are three novels, all fairly weird, basically anti-novels. There are several chapbooks, & a considerable number of books of poetry. 

Themes in the books range from antinatalist & posthumanist manifestos, discussions of cPTSD & trauma, the goddesses Tiamat, Lilītu, Lamaštû, & Kali Maa, the great mother, becomings_animal, the beast, sexuality, BDSM, love, libidinal economy, the incommensurability of intensity, anarchism, diverse inequities, & psychiatric fascism. I am indebted to Deleuze & Guattari, Lyotard, Foucault, Mother Juliana of Norwich, Gertrude Stein, Derrida, & others for inspiration. 

More books by me are due in the future, & all the future works by Tanya Rakh, who is half of Posthuman Poetry & Prose, & occasional books by some others in the future.

As you may know, Amazon are sleazy & try to prevent unionization so they can carry on treating their workers like shit. They also, in my case at least, frequently list books from the wrong places, like Book depository, so you have to find the Amazon version yourself. As noted, it is way better if you buy them from here, unless relying on prime for shipping. In any case, Lulu are not quite as expensive for shipping as they used to be.

Jonathan Rossignol at LFLR Network

Thanks to Jonathan Rossignol, American occult writer, for this awesome kickass podcast here on YouTube. The bit about me is chapter two of the video, which starts round 29 minutes in. The link in the first sentence starts at the right place for the shoutout to me, but the embedded video below the pigeon starts at the beginning.

 

Here is his website. 

This is great, & it's really kind of him to do this &, yes, I do actually know John Z Pigeon on Twitter. 

 

Samples from "skulls & dust"

EDIT. This book is now approved for sale and is available at this link. It is now also on Amazon UK & at this link. On US Amazon is is here at this link.

Here samples from fortchcoming skulls & dust, for Linnet with massive gratitude for saving me, due on the 29th of this month. The blurb follows, a trifle frivolous, & cover comes first. 

This book marks the return of Emma to the poems. The book that I am writing now, everything essential, though not part of the Emma series sensu strictissimo, completes her return as my perfect muse, the one that first made me become beast, the fire that is my intensity, the source of the mysticism in the writing now, & the poems about her are mixed in with the nature poetry of the first two books. My intention for the future is to integrate the two threads - to write the poems about nature, the trees, the ghosts here, Somerset, & the goddess, who is here as She is everywhere, but to combine these with the theme of Emma, since Emma is the one that made me beast meat & intensity, madness & animal; she is the one that created me.

This is the second collection of poems written by McLean since his return to the UK this year. It writes of how the goddess is to be seen present in the nature of Somerset. This is a book about flesh & intensity, the fire inside. Some parts are protective magic, & McLean also has issues with the ghost that has always accompanied him, but they are ultimately reconciled.