Juliet Cook's Blog, page 159

Thirteen Designer Vaginas (a meatier variety)

Another wonderous new small press called Hyacinth Girl Press has now published there very first poetry chapbook - and that chapbook is my own Thirteen Designer Vaginas!

It was the browsing of vaginal rejuvenation sites that inspired me to start writing my designer vagina poems. I got grossed out by the photos and medical notations and wondered what the heck I was looking for and then realized that I was conducting "poetry research"!

Don't you want to delve into some scrumdilicious pussy poems?

Snip snip pivot! Vaginatical! Va Va Voom!

Read a sneak peak snippet below; partake of a cover image; and then purchase your own new vaginas via another bit of linkage underneath!

My pink scalloped lips part, a meatier variety
of snapdragon. A strange but effective treatment
is meat tenderizer. Then I'm so deliciously numb,
it's like tying phantom limbs to four horses & performing
surgery, as an audience applauds those delicately trembling lobes.



Get one here:http://www.etsy.com/listing/76985283/thirteen-designer-vaginas-by-juliet-cook

Or here: http://hyacinthgirlpress.wordpress.com/

Several copies will soon be available from within my own Blood Pudding Press etsy shop too so stay tuned if interested in that.

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In other fun new poetry news, the new Menacing Hedge is now live! Five of my poems in print AND read out loud AND baby bird photos AND Scary Bush. Yep that's right.

I am all about Designer Vaginas and Scary Bush right now.

Plus meat curtains and cunts.

Click the linkage below!

http://www.menacinghedge.com/

Dark Dreamy Dead Baby Thirteen Myna Birds Update

A strange new Thirteen Myna Birds is now floating pieces of Amanda Silbernagel, Valerie Loveland, Suzanne Grazyna, Jillian Mukavetz, M.P. Powers, Misti Rainwater-Lites, and Steven Gulvezan above a dead baby bird here:

http://13myna.blogspot.com/

wobbling V, cob­web shim­mers, a plan­e­tar­ium blasts apart inside me, a fire ring, bloodletting, a froth of red shock, more ginger for the cramps, siren anguish, bird spiders, skull bones, devil pricks, the stinger in the middle, beautiful black and green sheen

Depressed/Have I Lost My Passion

So I had a sad, depressed day yesterday (and am still feeling upset and unhappy today), but I also know that everyone does - and sometimes I really should work harder on focusing on the positive – but sometimes I cannot seem to figure out how. Sometimes it seems hard for the positive to outweigh some of the negative, sad spells spurting out of my head. I woke up sad yesterday, tried to have a productive day, but by the end of it I was feeling worse, sadder, and uglier – started crying again and posted my sadness on facebook. Today part of me feels like I should delete that post, but that would delete everyone's comments below it and I appreciate those comments and don't wish to get rid of them so…

The night before last I had trouble falling asleep, was lying in bed thinking, started thinking about how I have not been to a concert in a long time, and how the last times I had been to any were with my ex-husband (who is no longer friends with me – and his brother who is no longer friends with me – and another friend of ours who is no longer friends with me). Granted, that is certainly not the end of the world; I can't really afford to be going to concerts these days anyway; but I started thinking about how my ex-husband had good taste in music; we shared some tastes in that regard; we attended lots of fun concerts together, including several Interpol concerts, I put an Interpol song on a wedding cd I made for us, now I have not even listened to Interpol for over a year even though I didn't stop liking them.

We also saw Sonic Youth, Flaming Lips, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Le Tigre, Rasputina, Neko Case and more (whose names I either can't think of or can't remember off the top of my head). Now I feel like I have nobody to attend concerts with (nobody around here who has similar taste in music; and nowhere in these parts that has concerts other than cover bands) although I could certainly be wrong and anyway, as mentioned above, I can't really afford concerts at this time anyway.

Overall I am happy and lucky and delighted by my new space and fine with being by myself, but every once in a while I feel sad and alone and then sometimes my ugly feelings quick in too.

My asinine ugly feelings about turning into an unappealing middle aged ick-factor who has lost muscle, is suddenly getting white hairs galore, and is back to getting zits (stress, hormones, or am I just a teenage elder)? Unpopular, sometime borderline antisocial, and sometime pissed off at myself because of that stuff.

It bothers me that I don't know how to feel about love anymore (even though part of me still craves love, I don't really trust it) - and those uncertain mixed feelings about love seem to be fusing with my passionate feelings – and so I've gone from someone who felt incredibly passionate about poetry and art and other poetic expressions for many YEARS into someone who is now not sure if that passion is as strong - or if anything about me is strong.

I got upset this past week because I recently agreed to read and respond to another poet's full-length manuscript plus participate in a female poet's interview and both of those things are taking me much longer than they would have used to.

Although I am happy and excited about my new place, I still have lots of unpacking and organizing to do here and have not read or written any new poetry this entire month and that bothers me too.

Anyway a lot more specific things seemed to be spurting out of my head just a short while ago, but I guess I didn't get them written right before they disappeared, so I guess this is my short version.

I am quite happy that I have met some fabulous, wonderful new artsy friends in the last year (especially in Pittsburgh; yay – plus meeting one of my poet friends in Florida just last month; yay), but I still have sad spurts of feeling alone and unloved and unliked and ugly and weak.

I will probably try to deal with this kind of subject matter in the poetry interview I am in the midst of working on.

Father's Day Greeting Card Ideas

Unique Father's Day Greeting Card Messages:

http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/1662135/unique_fathers_day_greeting_card_messages.html?cat=74

Raw Ginger. Poison Apple. Silver Scalpel.

My erotic short story, "Raw Ginger. Poison Apple. Silver Scalpel." is now live on Oysters & Chocolate.

This is an older piece of mine - I don't write much erotica OR stories (mostly poetry), BUT I still like ginger...

BDSM Fetish Erotica - Raw Ginger. Poison Apple. Silver Scalpel. http://www.oystersandchocolate.com/

Another Poet With Aphasia

My third POST-STROKE Aphasia Piece is finally published; yay!

This one is related to poets with Aphasia, including Marie Ponsot, me, & more information too!

Post-Stroke Aphasia Piece Three (Another Poet With Aphasia)

http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/8113301/poststroke_aphasia_piece_three.html?cat=5

New Thirteen Myna Birds (& new coming-soon post-stroke article?)

GOOD! A new bloody, ghostly, volatile installment of Thirteen Myna Birds went live yesterday, with poems by Jillian Mukavetz, Chris Moran, Mather Schneider, M.P. Powers, Letitia Trent, & Wesley Dylan Gray.

Check it out here if so inclined: http://13myna.blogspot.com/

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NOT GOOD! In other news, just in case anyone was wondering why my semi-recent post-stroke articles rather quickly featured links to my Intro, Piece 1, and Piece 2 - but then never linked to my supposedly coming-soon Piece 3 - well, I finished writing that Piece 3 about a month ago - but for some reason, I suddenly stopped being able to get onto my own Associated Content Site (where I post those sorts of articles) - even though I've been a member there for more than two years and have written/posted more than 100 articles.

I'm rather annoyed that I suddenly cannot access that site; I've emailed them for help and am hoping to receive that soon.

In the meantime, here are links to my Intro and first two articles again - and if I am unable to add my 3rd article there semi-soon, then perhaps I will just add it to my blog here. Sigh

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The Intro (which offers a few snippets of what to expect from the others):

http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/7973477/intro_to_my_three_new_poststroke_aphasia.html?cat=5

Post-Stroke Aphasia Piece One (Challenging Words & Images):

http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/7973591/poststroke_aphasia_piece_one.html?cat=5

Post-Stroke Aphasia Piece Two (Love Replaced With Doubt & Debt):

http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/7976323/poststroke_aphasia_piece_two.html?cat=70

Post-Stroke Aphasia Piece Three hopefully coming soon!

More Mixed Feelings, Confusion, & Nervousness Galore

1. A few thoughts/feelings a little earlier today:

I think my most recent poetry has become somewhat flatter and doesn't have as much resonant, powerful feeling as it used to.

I think that's because I also don't have as much resonant, powerful feeling as I used to.

I had to tone down some of my own strong feelings, lest I became a continuous panic attack mishap.

(Mind you, this did not involve pysch. drugs; I am pretty anti psych. drugs; but my brain managed to somehow tone down/turn off itself.)

2. A few thoughts/feelings less than half an hour later:

I think the above is untrue, because almost as soon as I started thinking more about it, I then started crying. Is there something wrong with me? My feelings are so frequently mixed mixed mixed and discombobulated.

I think one reason I try not to think about things too much anymore is because then I get really nervous about almost everything.

I'm nervous about my new up-coming house (why? it's not like I've never lived by myself before. It's not like it's in a dangerous area. Why my uncomfortable nervous spurts about something good?). Maybe it's partly because I have frequent mixed feelings about whether I want to be by myself or not. I do, I don't, I do, I don't.

I'm nervous about being by myself; I'm nervous about seriously commiting to anyone.

I'm nervous that my poetry is not as good as it used to be - and what if I lose my passion for the primary entity I've been incredibly passionate about for countless years.

The last three words of my newest poem are "on, off, on".

I'm nervous that I have no clue what to do job-wise anymore (what I can do OR what I want to do).

I'm nervous that everyone might get tired of me; less & less interested.

On, off, on.

I'm over the top then under.

Over the top then downhill.

I worry that maybe love always dies or wishes you dead.

These thoughts made me start crying, so I guess my worry that I do not have strong feelings anymore is wrong.

Maybe I just emotionally/mentally tone them down so I don't get incredibly nervous and start crying all the time.

I do still have feelings and emotions. They're just rather nerve wracking if I concentrate on them too hard.

I'm nervous about my terrible sense of direction.

I'm nervous about being a 38 year old who feels like I am starting over in a way, but does not know how to.

How should I turn my nervousness into art?

Mixed feelings are not mixed bags; how should I open them?

Mixed feelings are not mixed drinks; how should I swallow them?

Alien Skull Infiltration

While looking upon some of my recent photos, I started thinking that I looked like an alien skull (I used to think I looked like an alien witch). Then I started thinking more stuff along alien skull lines and found it rather interesting.

In an oddly appealing sort of manner, I realized that after having a semi-recent health experience through which I could have died, I am lucky to be alive, but am now infiltrated with skulls, as though skulls are a semi-scary, semi-scarred, darkly delicious, festive part of my life!

I've received skull jewelry from a man I love(he has a strange skull tattoo, which I've seen in person several times this year) and he & I & a long time best friend of mine also attended a Day of the Dead Skull art space together.

I've received skull socks from a yummy poet friend AND from a delicious artsy photographer friend.

I sent some skull xmas cards at the end of last year. I painted skull magnets and a skull box for friends/lovers.

And just this past week, I received a bright red skull heart journal fom the ladypants poet friend.

I've used the word 'Skull' in several of my semi-recent poems ("an imploding bath of dark skull sex").

And now I am starting to look like an alien skull.

Florida May 2011 Ladypants

Me with family & friends in Venice Florida, May 2011

Me & Aunt Diane

Me & Lindsay Bliss

Lindsay B., Me & Aunt Di in front of a Penis

Aunt Di & I near the Salvador Dali Museum

Ladypants Poet-ess Juliet Cook & Ladypants Poet-ess Kathy Burkett in front of Dali Museum

Me & Sandra W.


Lots more photos including beach and food and other creatures are available to partake of via my facebook page here:

http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10150191768972458.327543.842512457&l=6ce87b7341

A Vertiginous Swirl just entered my head - again...