Juliet Cook's Blog, page 112
October 6, 2016
"A Red Witch, Every Which Way" inside a library!
Very excited that "A Red Witch, Every Which Way" (alongside another wonderful new poetry book) has found a new home in a library, thank you to Stephanie Kaylor!
"A Red Witch, Every Which Way", a full-length collaborative poetry book by Juliet Cook and j/j hastain, published by Hysterical Books.
"QueerSexWords" a poetry chapbook by Caseyrenée Lopez, published by Yellow Chair Review.
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You can acquire yourself a copy of "A Red Witch, Every Which Way" HERE - http://www.hystericalbooks.com/product-page/1a2d7e83-4bef-31d5-09e1-3326ee271c09
You can acquire yourself a copy of "QueerSexWords" HERE - http://www.yellowchairreview.com/available-titles-chapbooks
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Anyone else who acquires this 100+ page book of bloody oddities, if you send me a photo of the book in your space - or in your yard - or next to your face or wherever else you want to place it, then I'll post it. And if I get enough photos, then I might create a special album of these photos.
(Send your photos to Julietcoo@gmail.com)
"A Red Witch, Every Which Way", a full-length collaborative poetry book by Juliet Cook and j/j hastain, published by Hysterical Books.
"QueerSexWords" a poetry chapbook by Caseyrenée Lopez, published by Yellow Chair Review.
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You can acquire yourself a copy of "A Red Witch, Every Which Way" HERE - http://www.hystericalbooks.com/product-page/1a2d7e83-4bef-31d5-09e1-3326ee271c09
You can acquire yourself a copy of "QueerSexWords" HERE - http://www.yellowchairreview.com/available-titles-chapbooks
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Anyone else who acquires this 100+ page book of bloody oddities, if you send me a photo of the book in your space - or in your yard - or next to your face or wherever else you want to place it, then I'll post it. And if I get enough photos, then I might create a special album of these photos.
(Send your photos to Julietcoo@gmail.com)
October 4, 2016
acidic glitter
Me October 1st at the Sanger Branch Library, for Women Unbound Presents grotesque glitter, THE POETRY OF JULIET COOK
I guess if I let someone else take photos on my camera, they're all blurry and filled with acidic dots - or else I'm all blurry and filled with acidic dots while reading my poetry.
Or else acidic glitter?
I guess if I let someone else take photos on my camera, they're all blurry and filled with acidic dots - or else I'm all blurry and filled with acidic dots while reading my poetry.
Or else acidic glitter?
October 2, 2016
Happy October! The NEW Anniversary Issue of Stirring: A Literary Collection has arrived and includes two of my "Not a Baby Doll" poems!
"Maybe those baby birds answered a question
in a way that the wind didn't like
and then received a short response,
a simple "Never mind",
before they were flung
out of their nest
and ignored
and replaced
with an unmoving doll."
from one of my two "Not a Baby Doll' poems within the new October issue of Stirring
partake of more HERE - http://www.sundresspublications.com/stirring/
in a way that the wind didn't like
and then received a short response,
a simple "Never mind",
before they were flung
out of their nest
and ignored
and replaced
with an unmoving doll."
from one of my two "Not a Baby Doll' poems within the new October issue of Stirring
partake of more HERE - http://www.sundresspublications.com/stirring/
September 30, 2016
Today! October 1st! Women Unbound Presents Grotesque Glitter, The Poetry of Juliet Cook
Saturday, October 1st, from 2-4 PM!
Tomorrow! October 1st! Women Unbound Presents Grotesque Glitter, The Poetry of Juliet Cook
Saturday, October 1st, from 2-4 PM!
September 26, 2016
Barbaric Restraint - three new poems of mine are up at Yellow Chair Review Issue 8
"Some men think that restraining another
man equates to breaking the bones
of his face into tiny pieces."
The first three lines from my three Barbaric Restraint poems, up at the NEW Yellow Chair Review Issue 8.
More HERE - http://www.yellowchairreview.com/single-post/2016/09/26/Three-Poems-by-Juliet-Cook
man equates to breaking the bones
of his face into tiny pieces."
The first three lines from my three Barbaric Restraint poems, up at the NEW Yellow Chair Review Issue 8.
More HERE - http://www.yellowchairreview.com/single-post/2016/09/26/Three-Poems-by-Juliet-Cook
A collaborative poem by Juliet Cook and Adam Tedesco within the NEW Fall Issue of CONSTRUCTION!
"How many people fall and think
it’s too late to be an organ
donor for anyone anymore?My organ music has turned off
you and your skull witch
lab cryogenics cracked into
the shot glass of the mirror."from "Our Last Sabbath Whirring Down", a collaborative poem by Adam Tedesco and myself.Very excited that this poem appears within the NEW Fall issue of CONSTRUCTION!You can read it and/or listen to Adam and me read it HERE - http://constructionlitmag.com/the-arts/poetry/our-last-sabbath-whirring-down/
it’s too late to be an organ
donor for anyone anymore?My organ music has turned off
you and your skull witch
lab cryogenics cracked into
the shot glass of the mirror."from "Our Last Sabbath Whirring Down", a collaborative poem by Adam Tedesco and myself.Very excited that this poem appears within the NEW Fall issue of CONSTRUCTION!You can read it and/or listen to Adam and me read it HERE - http://constructionlitmag.com/the-arts/poetry/our-last-sabbath-whirring-down/
September 24, 2016
Women Unbound Presents Grotesque Glitter, The Poetry of Juliet Cook
One week from today, Saturday, October 1st, from 2-4 PM!
Sometimes I worry that even though I FEEL like I have dep...
Sometimes I worry that even though I FEEL like I have depth, maybe I'm not expressing my own depth to the extent that I think I am. Maybe I just FEEL the depth, but it's mostly stuck inside my own head and the stuff that comes out is basically just repetitive.
September 21, 2016
Queen of Cups Issue Nineteen (Juliet Cook and The Hierophant)!
"I replaced brains with hearts then wanted to rip my heart out,
then thought about pouring another heavy dose
of sweet cream into the latest small bird coffin."I'm quite excited to have three of my poems appearing in this week's Queen of Cups!Thank you very much to editor Sarah Sousa for choosing these three poems - "Everyone Handles Death Differently", "House of Her Cards" and "Batter Up".HERE- http://tinyletter.com/QueenofCups/letters/queen-of-cups-issue-nineteen-juliet-cook-and-the-hierophant
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(At first I thought it seemed odd that the card drawn for me was The Hierophant, but this interpretation of that card makes sense to me - "The appearance of this card can also point to a problem you are having with all of the above, your inability to conform to institutional demands and follow a pre set program, and your disinclination to give up freedom and individuality for the benefit or a larger group".In fact, that description seems to fit especially well with my "Batter Up" poem, whose content largely derived from sometimes feeling as if even nontraditional realms, such as poetry land, sometimes seem to feel like some sort of semi-institutionalized circle jerk of a side taking, cake flinging popularity contest, whereas I have no intention of taking any one side of any one chair.)
then thought about pouring another heavy dose
of sweet cream into the latest small bird coffin."I'm quite excited to have three of my poems appearing in this week's Queen of Cups!Thank you very much to editor Sarah Sousa for choosing these three poems - "Everyone Handles Death Differently", "House of Her Cards" and "Batter Up".HERE- http://tinyletter.com/QueenofCups/letters/queen-of-cups-issue-nineteen-juliet-cook-and-the-hierophant
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(At first I thought it seemed odd that the card drawn for me was The Hierophant, but this interpretation of that card makes sense to me - "The appearance of this card can also point to a problem you are having with all of the above, your inability to conform to institutional demands and follow a pre set program, and your disinclination to give up freedom and individuality for the benefit or a larger group".In fact, that description seems to fit especially well with my "Batter Up" poem, whose content largely derived from sometimes feeling as if even nontraditional realms, such as poetry land, sometimes seem to feel like some sort of semi-institutionalized circle jerk of a side taking, cake flinging popularity contest, whereas I have no intention of taking any one side of any one chair.)
