Juliet Cook's Blog, page 146
February 16, 2013
Me on Valentine's Day...
Dressed up as my new character, Zylphia "Black Taffy" Coo
New Post-Valentine Myna Birds Wings & Stings
New Valentine Weekend, Post-Valentine peculiarity brimming love notes and non-love oddities are now up at Thirteen Myna Birds.
Poems by Lisa M. Cole, Martin Willitts Jr, Corey Mesler, Kathleen Kirk, Laura Madeline Wiseman, Jay Snodgrass, Saul Hughes are here - http://13myna.blogspot.com/
“sugar, venom, and tears - a drop shivering - gentle gray head - grey-winged - charcoal and fury - doom - thigh-high fishnets - anti-gravity shoes - sharpened stars - columns of pure air”
February 11, 2013
Fear
In case you missed my blog post about it a few days ago, I also turned it into a small article -
'What if you can't speak or move or nobody is there to help you?'-
http://voices.yahoo.com/what-if-cant-speak-move-nobody-there-12008351.html?cat=5
'What if you can't speak or move or nobody is there to help you?'-
http://voices.yahoo.com/what-if-cant-speak-move-nobody-there-12008351.html?cat=5
February 8, 2013
bloody balloon animal
Sometimes creative thoughts and projects and spurting possibilities become over over overwhelming to the point of exploding into... a bloody balloon animal? misshapen shrapnel? hot firecracker punching bags? sparks? drizzles? sizzles? swivel sticks with a cut in the middle?
I don't know yet, but my mind is sort of (over)working on a poetry related interview and body issues at the same time and is feeling tempted to morph/fuse the two and I think my fusion mix might work interestingly well.
Or it might be a repetitive outburst that I spend hours focusing on until I complete it - and then realize I've expressed this hundreds of times before.
I don't know yet, but my mind is sort of (over)working on a poetry related interview and body issues at the same time and is feeling tempted to morph/fuse the two and I think my fusion mix might work interestingly well.
Or it might be a repetitive outburst that I spend hours focusing on until I complete it - and then realize I've expressed this hundreds of times before.
February 7, 2013
How to Celebrate An Anti-Valentine's Day
A link to an older article of mine, 'How To Celebrate An Anti-Valentines Day'.
Despite it's title though, it's not very negative - it's more anti-standard-consumer creative.
http://voices.yahoo.com/how-celebrate-antivalentines-2489206.html?cat=7
Despite it's title though, it's not very negative - it's more anti-standard-consumer creative.
http://voices.yahoo.com/how-celebrate-antivalentines-2489206.html?cat=7
What if you can't speak or move and nobody is there to help you?
Woke up thinking about death this morning - not in a goth, macabre, artsy way, but in a real life/death sort of way, related to myself and others.
When I had my unexpected stroke a few years ago (2010), although I had been feeling unusually uncomfortable the day before, the bulk of it happened while I was in bed at night. When I woke up in the morning, my brain felt like it was working fine, but I couldn't speak or move. One side of my body was paralyzed and I felt like I was trying to move the other side/to sit up, but I didn't get upright or even move myself halfway across the bed.
I couldn't sit, I couldn't stand, I couldn't even move my hands.
When I got out of bed, it was because a medical person picked me up and carried me outside to the ambulance.
The reason the ambulance arrived was because my husband called for it.
Suggestions have been made that the ambulance was not called fast enough (causing me to suffer more end-results, more brain loss). I don't no what to say about that, because even though I have a lot of detail-oriented recollections of what happened, I do not have timing-oriented recollections.
I do know that he called my parents, left them a voice mail, and when my mom called back and asked if he had called an ambulance, he hadn't yet, so did it then.
When I've heard that he should have called faster, I'm not sure what to think or say. Maybe he wasn't sure what was going on.
Although I couldn't move or speak at the time, I was mentally conscious and could THINK, but I didn't know what was going on. I knew it was something unusual - I knew I was being ambulanced to the hospital, so it was health oriented and serious - but I didn't know I was having a stroke.
It's now three years later and I don't think about that morning every single morning since then, but when I woke up today I thought, what if I hadn't been married or living with someone else at the time that happened?
I'd be dead.
Even if my cell phone had been right next to me, I wouldn't have been able to move enough to pick it up.
Even if I could have somehow managed to press a calling button and lean my mouth against it, I couldn't speak.
Maybe/hopefully, after some time, I could have managed to dial SOMEONE and spurt out a bit of garbled nonsense sound, causing them to realize that something was wrong - but if that would have even been able to happen, it would have taken a lot longer than my (ex)husband took - and then I guess the 'time lost is brain lost' issue would have been all mine.
I know there's a lot of medical talk about how if you are experiencing this or that symptom, get yourself to the hospital or all 911 ASAP, but what if those symptoms happen when you're in bed/asleep and thus unable to seek out help right away - and then when you wake up it's too late, even though you're not dead yet?
Is that why so many people die of strokes?
Because they have an unexpected stroke and live by themselves - because they wake up unable to move or speak, with nobody there to help them?
Even though I couldn't move or speak and was losing parts of my brain, it's not like I died right away. If I had been by myself, I wouldn't have died in mere minutes or even in an hour. So...
Lying by themselves for hours, unable to help themselves, even though they want to and would if they could. WANTING/THINKING/TRYING to help themselves but unable to make it happen.
Not dying in mere minutes, but unable to move or speak and so can't contact anyone to help - and so you spend your last hours lying by yourself thinking, 'Oh my gosh, what can I do!?! Help me! Help me! What can I do? What can I do? Help me' inside your own head for hours until your brain finally goes dead?
When I had my unexpected stroke a few years ago (2010), although I had been feeling unusually uncomfortable the day before, the bulk of it happened while I was in bed at night. When I woke up in the morning, my brain felt like it was working fine, but I couldn't speak or move. One side of my body was paralyzed and I felt like I was trying to move the other side/to sit up, but I didn't get upright or even move myself halfway across the bed.
I couldn't sit, I couldn't stand, I couldn't even move my hands.
When I got out of bed, it was because a medical person picked me up and carried me outside to the ambulance.
The reason the ambulance arrived was because my husband called for it.
Suggestions have been made that the ambulance was not called fast enough (causing me to suffer more end-results, more brain loss). I don't no what to say about that, because even though I have a lot of detail-oriented recollections of what happened, I do not have timing-oriented recollections.
I do know that he called my parents, left them a voice mail, and when my mom called back and asked if he had called an ambulance, he hadn't yet, so did it then.
When I've heard that he should have called faster, I'm not sure what to think or say. Maybe he wasn't sure what was going on.
Although I couldn't move or speak at the time, I was mentally conscious and could THINK, but I didn't know what was going on. I knew it was something unusual - I knew I was being ambulanced to the hospital, so it was health oriented and serious - but I didn't know I was having a stroke.
It's now three years later and I don't think about that morning every single morning since then, but when I woke up today I thought, what if I hadn't been married or living with someone else at the time that happened?
I'd be dead.
Even if my cell phone had been right next to me, I wouldn't have been able to move enough to pick it up.
Even if I could have somehow managed to press a calling button and lean my mouth against it, I couldn't speak.
Maybe/hopefully, after some time, I could have managed to dial SOMEONE and spurt out a bit of garbled nonsense sound, causing them to realize that something was wrong - but if that would have even been able to happen, it would have taken a lot longer than my (ex)husband took - and then I guess the 'time lost is brain lost' issue would have been all mine.
I know there's a lot of medical talk about how if you are experiencing this or that symptom, get yourself to the hospital or all 911 ASAP, but what if those symptoms happen when you're in bed/asleep and thus unable to seek out help right away - and then when you wake up it's too late, even though you're not dead yet?
Is that why so many people die of strokes?
Because they have an unexpected stroke and live by themselves - because they wake up unable to move or speak, with nobody there to help them?
Even though I couldn't move or speak and was losing parts of my brain, it's not like I died right away. If I had been by myself, I wouldn't have died in mere minutes or even in an hour. So...
Lying by themselves for hours, unable to help themselves, even though they want to and would if they could. WANTING/THINKING/TRYING to help themselves but unable to make it happen.
Not dying in mere minutes, but unable to move or speak and so can't contact anyone to help - and so you spend your last hours lying by yourself thinking, 'Oh my gosh, what can I do!?! Help me! Help me! What can I do? What can I do? Help me' inside your own head for hours until your brain finally goes dead?
February 4, 2013
My POISONOUS chapbook created into a mini-book by Sit With Moi!
My POISONOUS BEAUTYSKULL LOLLIPOP poetry chapbook, recently published by Grey Book Press, has now been designed into an awesomely artsy mini-book, published by Grey Book Press-ish (created by Eileen Tabios/Sit With Moi!)
Here is part of her post -
You can also go to Blood Pudding's Etsy shop to see images of how she uses ribbon bindings. Consequently, I decided that Juliet's mini-book also should have a similar binding. Using the white fuzzy ribbon that came wrapped around the two chaps, I thus created the final front cover:
How neat to compare the real-size publication with its SitWithMoi mini-book version and see non-replication and yet authenticity. That is, when I look for images of miniature books, said books are often tiny copies of the real-life books. Here, the cover of the mini book looks nothing like the real chap, and yet bears its own conceptual rationale for its design (of course, I'm not a biased critic here):
I should note that, in contrast to Grey Book Press being the publisher of POISONOUS ..., the publisher I named for the mini-book is "Grey Book Press-ish" (I live to amuse moiself....)
And you can check out the rest of her awesome creative offering here:
http://sitwithmoi.blogspot.com/2013/02/poisonous-beautyskull-lollipop-by.html
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Then if so inclined , you can get yourself a copy of the standard chapbook sized POISONOUS BEAUTYSKULL LOLLIPOP in one of the locations linked below -
Blood Pudding Press - http://www.etsy.com/shop/BloodPuddingPress?view_type=list
Grey Book Press - http://greybookpress.com/
February 2, 2013
February 1, 2013
Happy Poetic February!
In case you missed these oodles of strange poetry goodies last month:
New Thirteen Myna Birds online lit mag update –http://13myna.blogspot.com/
New Blood Pudding Press chapbook – RENEGADE//HEART by Lisa M. Cole –https://www.etsy.com/listing/119192385/renegadeheart-by-lisa-mcole-new-2013
New Strange Girl Press online lit mag -http://strangegirlp.blogspot.com/
AND several of my poems within the Strange Girl Press also appear within my new poetry chapbook from Grey Book Press, POISONOUS BEAUTYSKULL LOLLIPOP, available here –http://greybookpress.com/
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Coming later THIS month will be another new Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook:
Poking through The Fabric of the Light that Formed Us:
Songs and Stories to Read in the Mirror by Lora Bloom
January 24, 2013
My New POISONOUS BEAUTYKSKULL LOLLIPOP is now available!
“…A screaming siren will loseher voice then turn her own head into a grotesque gorgon.”
from the poem Sucker Punch, within POISONOUS BEAUTYSKULL LOLLIPOP
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It is my new 2013 poetry chapbook, published by Grey Book Press – and now available from Grey Book Press AND from my own Blood Pudding Press shop.
Support the press that chose to publish it by purchasing a copy here – http://www.greybookpress.com/index.php/site/ind/poisonous_candy/
And/or
Support the poet creature who wrote its innards by purchasing a copy here – https://www.etsy.com/listing/121465246/poisonous-beautyskull-lollipop-by-juliet
(Same cost at both sources – 5 bucks - and if you buy it directly from me, I may add a tad of hand-design and sign it too)
This chapbook was edited/published by poet and Grey Book Press editor Scott Sweeney – it’s weirdly awesome cover art was created by poet and artist Jay Snodgrass – and the innards by me are more than 20 different poems that vary from being written five years ago to mere months ago.
Here are the poem titles within this collection:
-Female Infestation-Self Portrait as Cane Toad Anomaly-Say She Had Dirty Follicles-Ladyfingers-The Moth-The Ugly Duckling-The Sugar Glider-The Swan-Red Moon Ashes-Red Lunatic-Venus Tree-Spew-Coiled-Cacophony-Volatility-Spawning-Stigmata Flicker-A Sweet Tart Duck with Head Lobbed Off-What He’s Really Sticking In-Sucker Punch-Contorted Impregnation
