Juliet Cook's Blog, page 134
June 6, 2014
NEW June Thirteen Myna Birds! - "raindrops fall like sugar skulls - down the swan-neck of a bottle"
The NEW Thirteen Myna Birds skull swan song flock has arrived! Offering poetry by Alex Stolis, Maureen Alsop, J. Strife-Burgos, John Thomas Menesini, David Rutter, and Tori Schuh all here - http://13myna.blogspot.com/
the crash of breaking glass - the sound the world makes when it stops spinning - straining pulleys - between the waters the river invented then erased - silvers and grays - weird angles everywhere - sunlit swan, the arms our words imagined - raindrops fall like sugar skulls - down the swan-neck of a bottle - the rain keeps drumming inside my skull
the crash of breaking glass - the sound the world makes when it stops spinning - straining pulleys - between the waters the river invented then erased - silvers and grays - weird angles everywhere - sunlit swan, the arms our words imagined - raindrops fall like sugar skulls - down the swan-neck of a bottle - the rain keeps drumming inside my skull
Poltergeist Infested Pig Blood Tirade
AM I DYING? AM I DYING? WHY
are they laughing as I'm bleeding to death?
http://www.menacinghedge.com/spring2014/entry-cook.php#sequins
are they laughing as I'm bleeding to death?
http://www.menacinghedge.com/spring2014/entry-cook.php#sequins
June 4, 2014
Keep it secret or express it (which way will make it last longest?)
A few poem lines of mine from a long time ago suddenly popped out of my head. Lots of stuff from the past has been popping into and out of my head lately; I don't know why.
I could think of lots of lines from the old poem of mine, but not its title - and I felt compelled to take myself to the point of finding its title. So I spent a long time searching through my computer poem stuff and paper poem stuff with no luck, until I finally realized I could probably just type in a line from the poem and my computer would find it that way and it did.
But in that overly long, oddly obsessive feeling process, I also happened upon other paperwork from the past, in my semi-organized, semi-unorganized paper land. Why did I find a past (special) letter from a past (special) someone in the POETRY section of my computer? I guess it had seemed as important to me as poetry, in the past.
I read part of it and started feeling weird about the ongoing past/present/future, emotional letter after letter after letter from people and times and experiences and mental connections that seemed significant, important, and meaningful for a time, but not anymore. Various people who seemed really meaningful in my past are now people I barely or NEVER talk to anymore. That's the case for everyone, right? At least in semi-romance land.
Which is why I'm pretty sure that nothing involving another individual will be meaningful forever (at least not in person - maybe in unorganized papers, unorganized boxes, unorganized computer files, or bits of unorganized brains that turn it into something different). Even if something seems extremely important in the present, it won't last. It's all going to end in one way or another.
Of course some things last longer than others. Like poems.
It is now after 2:00 P.M. I haven't eaten breakfast (or lunch) or started coffee yet. Finally found the old poem title though - "BOY/GIRL ORDER".
Here are a few lines from that old poem, starting with the three that suddenly popped out of my head.
The declawed kitty gets the heavy petting. You don’t want to be a sick cat, spitting your hairballs in public. Just smile and purr, hide the evidence in your purse. Keep your transformation a secret, a pretty riddle in a little pink pouch.
I could think of lots of lines from the old poem of mine, but not its title - and I felt compelled to take myself to the point of finding its title. So I spent a long time searching through my computer poem stuff and paper poem stuff with no luck, until I finally realized I could probably just type in a line from the poem and my computer would find it that way and it did.
But in that overly long, oddly obsessive feeling process, I also happened upon other paperwork from the past, in my semi-organized, semi-unorganized paper land. Why did I find a past (special) letter from a past (special) someone in the POETRY section of my computer? I guess it had seemed as important to me as poetry, in the past.
I read part of it and started feeling weird about the ongoing past/present/future, emotional letter after letter after letter from people and times and experiences and mental connections that seemed significant, important, and meaningful for a time, but not anymore. Various people who seemed really meaningful in my past are now people I barely or NEVER talk to anymore. That's the case for everyone, right? At least in semi-romance land.
Which is why I'm pretty sure that nothing involving another individual will be meaningful forever (at least not in person - maybe in unorganized papers, unorganized boxes, unorganized computer files, or bits of unorganized brains that turn it into something different). Even if something seems extremely important in the present, it won't last. It's all going to end in one way or another.
Of course some things last longer than others. Like poems.
It is now after 2:00 P.M. I haven't eaten breakfast (or lunch) or started coffee yet. Finally found the old poem title though - "BOY/GIRL ORDER".
Here are a few lines from that old poem, starting with the three that suddenly popped out of my head.
The declawed kitty gets the heavy petting. You don’t want to be a sick cat, spitting your hairballs in public. Just smile and purr, hide the evidence in your purse. Keep your transformation a secret, a pretty riddle in a little pink pouch.
May 27, 2014
Gagging Out Bloody Heart Bites
Gagging Out Bloody Heart Bites - One of a Kind Original Painting/Collage Art/Mixed Media Textural Hybrid Creature (now available for perusal and/or purchase within the Blood Pudding Press shop here -http://www.etsy.com/listing/190939947/gagging-out-bloody-heart-bites-one-of-a)
May 21, 2014
Mini Tornado Collage Art
This completed mini painting/collage hybrid has now been added to the Blood Pudding Press shop for a mere $7.00 (same price as most Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbooks) - Haunted Baby Hair Tornado -http://www.etsy.com/listing/190395266/haunted-baby-hair-tornado-itty-bitty?
This completed mini painting/collage hybrid has now been added to the Blood Pudding Press shop for a mere $7.00 (same price as most Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbooks) - Mini Doll House Tornado -https://www.etsy.com/listing/190402557/mini-doll-house-tornado-itty-bitty?ref=listing-shop-header-0
This completed mini painting/collage hybrid has now been added to the Blood Pudding Press shop for a mere $7.00 (same price as most Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbooks) - Mini Doll House Tornado -https://www.etsy.com/listing/190402557/mini-doll-house-tornado-itty-bitty?ref=listing-shop-header-0
May 14, 2014
Misshapen Cocoon of Caterpillar Brain Waves
Misshapen Cocoon of Caterpillar Brain Waves - One of a Kind Original Painting, Mixed Media, Textural Hybrid - Different Colors and Textures, available here - http://www.etsy.com/listing/189528121/misshapen-cocoon-of-caterpillar-brain?ref=listing-shop-header-0
Googly Eyed Horror
Altered Art - Vintage Baby Shoe Painted and Designed into GOOGLY EYED HORROR Ornamentation, available here - http://www.etsy.com/listing/189425261/altered-art-vintage-baby-shoe-painted?
May 9, 2014
Creepy Baby Shoe
Altered Art - Vintage Baby Shoe Painted and Designed into CREEPY HORROR GHOST Ornamentation, one of a kind & available here - http://www.etsy.com/listing/188886242/altered-art-vintage-baby-shoe-painted?May 2, 2014
Happy May! A New Thirteen Myna Birds flock has arrived!
A new Thirteen Myna Birds is alive and oozing! A sluice box brimming with real life horror combined with strange fairy tales and violently peculiar dreams. A hybrid of poetry and short fiction, fantasy and reality, this flock is filled with odd desire, despair, rampant frustration and self-created power by Paul David Adkins, David Hutt, Susan Yount, Roberta Chloe Verdant, Nynlil Shain, Zoltán Komor, Holly Day, Kenyatta Jean-Paul Garcia, Stephanie Kaylor and Jeremiah Walton.
hanging on the column - stuff pouring out of the top - wires are a nervous system - blood oozes out from the clouds - flowers bury heads in ground - slip in pores where skin desires - lips like ruby-glitter, eyes like smoking coals - arms outstretched in supplication, begging - a red fish flesh boat - a toy alive - tiny enemy soldiers hiding in the sugar bowl - gnarled dark places - the monsters grow bigger and bigger and bigger - everything freezes, even the beating of my heart - the moon fell down
hanging on the column - stuff pouring out of the top - wires are a nervous system - blood oozes out from the clouds - flowers bury heads in ground - slip in pores where skin desires - lips like ruby-glitter, eyes like smoking coals - arms outstretched in supplication, begging - a red fish flesh boat - a toy alive - tiny enemy soldiers hiding in the sugar bowl - gnarled dark places - the monsters grow bigger and bigger and bigger - everything freezes, even the beating of my heart - the moon fell down
May 1, 2014
Stick Up by Paul David Adkins - NEW poetry chapbook from my Blood Pudding Press!
NEW New NEW! from Blood Pudding Press
Stick Up by Paul David Adkins
Stick Up is the second contest winning Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook of 2014!
The innards contain 18 poems and according to the man who wrote them, here is what those poems were inspired by:
"It's about Martha Gray Adkins, my daughter, and her encounter with a suicidal convenience store robber. An awful night. So glad I could manufacture something out of her trauma."
Get your copy here - https://www.etsy.com/listing/188110055/new-stick-up-by-paul-david-adkins-2014?
Stick Up by Paul David Adkins
Stick Up is the second contest winning Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook of 2014!
The innards contain 18 poems and according to the man who wrote them, here is what those poems were inspired by:
"It's about Martha Gray Adkins, my daughter, and her encounter with a suicidal convenience store robber. An awful night. So glad I could manufacture something out of her trauma."
Get your copy here - https://www.etsy.com/listing/188110055/new-stick-up-by-paul-david-adkins-2014?
