From McLean's personal blog:
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 a little better ink for the 177 numbered pages, since it also contains photos. This means that it would be inordinately expensive on bloody Amazon, pirates & scavengers that they are, so it will be on sale direct from Lulu. I shall add a link later, once we have seen the proof.
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 people are prepared to purchase it there & evidently
prefer to spend more rather than less. The link is coming soon.
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.
