Juliet Cook's Blog, page 15
January 4, 2023
January 3, 2023
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January 2, 2023
Happy New Year from Thirteen Myna Birds! Introducing the first new Myna Birds flock of 2023!
Happy New Year 2023 from Thirteen Myna Birds!
Filled with all different shapes, sizes, colors, textures, and strange, unique, individual amalgamations of poetry.The latest new Myna Birds amalgamation is the first of 2023 and includes poetry by Michael Grover, James Croal Jackson, Mike Hackney, Juliet Cook & Darryl Shupe, Jessica Lindsley Casavant, Ken Poyner, John D. Robinson, and Jon Bennett, all HERE - https://13myna.blogspot.com/
"Poetry I have lived my life - where the highway goes divided - A child's imagination looks like the devil incarnate - The angry buzz - Trembling hands - Sit in the middle of this chaos - The reeds are a forest, though they are but three rows - on half-constructed roads, wet with already-drying rain - wherein she utters strange, guttural incantations, hoping to gut him like all the others - with heads held down in depression - just outside of awareness - where there was recently emptiness, a dread in the air - which holds yet another doomed, idle spawn inside its tangles - In an act of involuntary penance, the new models ooze blood on their way to the slaughterhouse - There’s foil confetti everywhere - Setting the past on fire - the juke box dormant - but a few broken doll parts morph into tiny voodoo dolls and start a spell - A blue basketball rolls briskly in front of my car, and two boys scream - The ghost ship leaves a trail to my door..."
Read it HERE - https://13myna.blogspot.com/
December 26, 2022
NEW! A collaborative poem by Darryl Shupe and I is haunting Ghost City Review!
Delighted that one of Darryl Shupe and I's odd collaborative poems is making an appearance in the new December issue of Ghost City Review, with lots of other great stuff!
Happy Holidays brimming with Spinal Column Nuggets and more!
"Engorged throats stuffed full,
unable to fit anything else in.
Unable to shut."
read more HERE - https://ghostcitypress.com/poetry-98/2022/12/19/juliet-cook-amp-darryl-shupe
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Also...you can read more of Darryl and Juliet's collaborative poems inside their Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook, "Short Poems of Violence and Chickens", a strange collaboration that fuses odd animal/human hybrids, available HERE - https://www.etsy.com/listing/1335251323/new-short-poems-of-violence-and-chickens
Happy Holidays brimming with Spinal Column Nuggets and more!
"Engorged throats stuffed full,
unable to fit anything else in.
Unable to shut."
read more HERE - https://ghostcitypress.com/poetry-98/2022/12/19/juliet-cook-amp-darryl-shupe
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Also...you can read more of Darryl and Juliet's collaborative poems inside their Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook, "Short Poems of Violence and Chickens", a strange collaboration that fuses odd animal/human hybrids, available HERE - https://www.etsy.com/listing/1335251323/new-short-poems-of-violence-and-chickens
December 20, 2022
NEW! I am the Pink Plastic Poet Of The Week with my "Animal Flowers" appearing in the greenhouse!
"Your high power water hose
destroys all the flowers.
I’m not a part of your garden
but you hurl yourself in my face anyway.
You say it’s everyone else’s fault
for choosing to own
our own bodies."
I am this week's Pink Plastic Poet Of The Week, with my "Animal Flowers" appearing in the greenhouse.
read more here - https://kristingarth.com/pink-plastic-house-a-tiny-journal/pink-plastic-poet-of-the-week/
destroys all the flowers.
I’m not a part of your garden
but you hurl yourself in my face anyway.
You say it’s everyone else’s fault
for choosing to own
our own bodies."
I am this week's Pink Plastic Poet Of The Week, with my "Animal Flowers" appearing in the greenhouse.
read more here - https://kristingarth.com/pink-plastic-house-a-tiny-journal/pink-plastic-poet-of-the-week/
December 14, 2022
NEW! "A Red Envelope", a collaborative poem by me and j/j hastain appears in Berfrois!
"Sometimes I ignore reality.
Sometimes I exaggerate reality.
Unsteady lines break into
the un-convenient store and drink
all the 2 percent milk until
a red envelope slides down
an internal window."
the beginning of j/j hastain and I's newly finished poem, "A Red Envelope", which is newly published in Berfrois!
read more here - https://www.berfrois.com/2022/12/a-red-envelope-by-juliet-cook-and-j-j-hastain/
Sometimes I exaggerate reality.
Unsteady lines break into
the un-convenient store and drink
all the 2 percent milk until
a red envelope slides down
an internal window."
the beginning of j/j hastain and I's newly finished poem, "A Red Envelope", which is newly published in Berfrois!
read more here - https://www.berfrois.com/2022/12/a-red-envelope-by-juliet-cook-and-j-j-hastain/
December 6, 2022
The Photo in My Obituary (and other thoughts)...
This is one of my long, semi-repetitive, personal thoughts/feelings sharing pieces, so don't bother reading it, if you're not into that sort of thing.
This is not directed at any particular person (nor any particular death) and is just my personal thoughts/feelings - but I personally don't get it and find it rather disconcerting and unclear about WHY when someone dies, a lot of people seem drawn to sharing a WAY younger photo of that person (whether online or even in the person's obituary).
I'm sure there are various different reasons derived from various different circumstances, but it still seems odd to me how prevalent it seems to be.
I'm 50 now. Let's say I die soon (which hopefully I don't). I wouldn't want one photo of me when I was 20 or 30 being the ONE photo chosen for my obituary or the MAIN photo(s) that friends or family members share online or otherwise, because...to me, that seems to indicate that the younger me was the better me...or the more appealing me or the more meaningful me or the more memorable or the more important...or the more attractive me.
As for the attractive part, it does seem true that some people start paying less attention to you (or looking at you differently or not looking at you much at all) as you get older. You might also look at yourself differently too. We all age (and we all age differently) and aging definitely has its down sides, but it also means we're still alive and living our lives. Overall, I think our brains should be more meaningful and important than our bodies. And so when I die, I don't want some photo of me from 20 or 30 years ago seeming to imply that was the best part of my life because I looked better or more powerful. Because what does that have to do with my brain? Anyone who REALLY knew me or cared deeply about me would share some of my poems when I died, because my poems are definitely a big part of my brain.
Although the older I get, the less meaningful and important my poems seem to others, but maybe I'm making that up. But I don't think so. Or maybe I'm more negative than I used to be (even though I've been pretty negative for years), because I used to think/hope/wish that at least my poetry would still be alive after I died, but I mean...my poetry doesn't even get much attention when I'm alive (I mean, it gets accepted for publication quite a bit, but I don't get the impression that many people read it), so...who knows?
Mind you, I'm not against past memories or past photos (we all have them), as long as the past doesn't outweigh the present. (Even with me and poetry, I most certainly appreciate my poetry and publications from the past, but I'm more drawn to the present).
It's not like I never share old memories from myself or others - or past photos of artists/singers/actors/performers or older poetry/art and so on. But I don't think I've ever shared a considerably older photo of someone shortly after that person dies? I could be wrong.
Maybe it's at least partly a personal memory thing. Like if someone knew that person when they were in their twenties (and wasn't as strongly drawn to them and/or didn't stay in as much contact with them in more recent years), then maybe that's how they'd personally remember that person looks-wise and/or personality-wise and/or art/poetry/performance-wise and/or otherwise after that person died. So along those lines, if someone I knew in my twenties found out I had died and shared a photo of me in my twenties (or a past poem of mine), then okay. But if someone I've known in the last 15 years or so (and/or we still know each other pretty well) shared one photo of me in my twenties after I died, I'd feel like WTF, did my younger self seem more important and meaningful to you than the last 20-30 years of my life? Did I accomplish nothing meaningful enough to seem more important than an old photo of the younger me?
I'm sure some other people see this differently, but the way I see it is that when people share considerably younger photos of someone after that person dies, but don't share more recent photos, that seems to be implying that the last 10 or 20 or 30 or 40 or 50 or 60 years of that person's life weren't as important or meaningful or memorable as when they were younger. (This doesn't apply if people share numerous photos, from the past AND closer to the present).
Also, when it comes to celebrity deaths, if you didn't know the person very well personally, but enjoyed and admired parts of their art (whether acting, singing, visual art, poetry, or otherwise) and after they die, you share a photo of them from 20 years ago or more, does that mean you liked their creative work when they were younger but not so much in recent years? I don't know what it means for others. But from a present poetry perspective, if someone shares some of my poetry when I die, I hope they don't share poetry I wrote 20 years ago or more (for a similar reason to the photos).
For me, I think when it comes to poets, artists, actors, musicians, and any human beings, most of us want to be loved and appreciated IN THE PRESENT more so than based on who we were in the past.
If when I die, someone puts up one photo of me from 20-30 years ago with one poem I wrote 20-30 years ago, that wouldn't be ME RIGHT NOW. Maybe it would be that person's memory or interpretation of me and there implication that that's when I was most meaningful to THEM. And again, I'm not discounting past memories (because I certainly have mine). But if I'm still alive in the present, then I'd like to be a meaningful part of a few other people's presents and I don't want my death to suddenly back track to the past MORE than the present and cause the more recent parts of my life to seem unimportant or close to invisible.
This is not directed at any particular person (nor any particular death) and is just my personal thoughts/feelings - but I personally don't get it and find it rather disconcerting and unclear about WHY when someone dies, a lot of people seem drawn to sharing a WAY younger photo of that person (whether online or even in the person's obituary).
I'm sure there are various different reasons derived from various different circumstances, but it still seems odd to me how prevalent it seems to be.
I'm 50 now. Let's say I die soon (which hopefully I don't). I wouldn't want one photo of me when I was 20 or 30 being the ONE photo chosen for my obituary or the MAIN photo(s) that friends or family members share online or otherwise, because...to me, that seems to indicate that the younger me was the better me...or the more appealing me or the more meaningful me or the more memorable or the more important...or the more attractive me.
As for the attractive part, it does seem true that some people start paying less attention to you (or looking at you differently or not looking at you much at all) as you get older. You might also look at yourself differently too. We all age (and we all age differently) and aging definitely has its down sides, but it also means we're still alive and living our lives. Overall, I think our brains should be more meaningful and important than our bodies. And so when I die, I don't want some photo of me from 20 or 30 years ago seeming to imply that was the best part of my life because I looked better or more powerful. Because what does that have to do with my brain? Anyone who REALLY knew me or cared deeply about me would share some of my poems when I died, because my poems are definitely a big part of my brain.
Although the older I get, the less meaningful and important my poems seem to others, but maybe I'm making that up. But I don't think so. Or maybe I'm more negative than I used to be (even though I've been pretty negative for years), because I used to think/hope/wish that at least my poetry would still be alive after I died, but I mean...my poetry doesn't even get much attention when I'm alive (I mean, it gets accepted for publication quite a bit, but I don't get the impression that many people read it), so...who knows?
Mind you, I'm not against past memories or past photos (we all have them), as long as the past doesn't outweigh the present. (Even with me and poetry, I most certainly appreciate my poetry and publications from the past, but I'm more drawn to the present).
It's not like I never share old memories from myself or others - or past photos of artists/singers/actors/performers or older poetry/art and so on. But I don't think I've ever shared a considerably older photo of someone shortly after that person dies? I could be wrong.
Maybe it's at least partly a personal memory thing. Like if someone knew that person when they were in their twenties (and wasn't as strongly drawn to them and/or didn't stay in as much contact with them in more recent years), then maybe that's how they'd personally remember that person looks-wise and/or personality-wise and/or art/poetry/performance-wise and/or otherwise after that person died. So along those lines, if someone I knew in my twenties found out I had died and shared a photo of me in my twenties (or a past poem of mine), then okay. But if someone I've known in the last 15 years or so (and/or we still know each other pretty well) shared one photo of me in my twenties after I died, I'd feel like WTF, did my younger self seem more important and meaningful to you than the last 20-30 years of my life? Did I accomplish nothing meaningful enough to seem more important than an old photo of the younger me?
I'm sure some other people see this differently, but the way I see it is that when people share considerably younger photos of someone after that person dies, but don't share more recent photos, that seems to be implying that the last 10 or 20 or 30 or 40 or 50 or 60 years of that person's life weren't as important or meaningful or memorable as when they were younger. (This doesn't apply if people share numerous photos, from the past AND closer to the present).
Also, when it comes to celebrity deaths, if you didn't know the person very well personally, but enjoyed and admired parts of their art (whether acting, singing, visual art, poetry, or otherwise) and after they die, you share a photo of them from 20 years ago or more, does that mean you liked their creative work when they were younger but not so much in recent years? I don't know what it means for others. But from a present poetry perspective, if someone shares some of my poetry when I die, I hope they don't share poetry I wrote 20 years ago or more (for a similar reason to the photos).
For me, I think when it comes to poets, artists, actors, musicians, and any human beings, most of us want to be loved and appreciated IN THE PRESENT more so than based on who we were in the past.
If when I die, someone puts up one photo of me from 20-30 years ago with one poem I wrote 20-30 years ago, that wouldn't be ME RIGHT NOW. Maybe it would be that person's memory or interpretation of me and there implication that that's when I was most meaningful to THEM. And again, I'm not discounting past memories (because I certainly have mine). But if I'm still alive in the present, then I'd like to be a meaningful part of a few other people's presents and I don't want my death to suddenly back track to the past MORE than the present and cause the more recent parts of my life to seem unimportant or close to invisible.
