Juliet Cook's Blog, page 162
December 30, 2010
Thrift Store Winter Hats
The first Hat cost 50 cents; the second Hat cost $1.00. Slurp.
Scroll down below for more artsy doodads including fun socks, PJ Harvey art video, Thirteen Myna Birds news, and a little Post-Stroke blurbage.
New Post-Stroke/Thirteen Myna Birds coming soon...
My Stroke happened almost a year ago now and here is the little article I wrote about it a few months thereafter. I am currently working on a new little article, to be posted soon. So read the old version and prepare for the new.
http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/2807396/poststroke_survival_and_sad_little.html?cat=70
Also partake of the old Thirteen Myna Birds, because an all new version of that delectable offering shall be posted tomorrow, as a special dark New Year's Eve feast.
http://13myna.blogspot.com
http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/2807396/poststroke_survival_and_sad_little.html?cat=70
Also partake of the old Thirteen Myna Birds, because an all new version of that delectable offering shall be posted tomorrow, as a special dark New Year's Eve feast.
http://13myna.blogspot.com
The Devil
Because she saw I liked PJ HARVEY, a woman on facebook sent me a link to this unofficial artsy video she made for the PJ Harvey song 'The Devil' and I love it (the song of course but also her darkly awesome video)! Artist's name is Karen Mary.
December 23, 2010
December 11, 2010
Juliet's Christmas Articles
I've decided to post a few links to articles I wrote last year related to various Xmas doodads and notes and notations and goodies, ranging from nontraditional celebration ideas to arty handmade gift ideas and more. Feel free to partake of the first three articles linked below and if interested, stay tuned for another article or two, coming soon…
Five Delightful Nontraditional Xmas Celebration Ideas
http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/2294595/five_delightful_nontraditional_xmas.html?cat=74
Poetic Holiday Gift Ideas for $10 or Less
http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/2333864/_poetic_holiday_gift_ideas_for_10_or.html?cat=46
Envy-Inducing Stocking Stuffers for the Special Lady in Your Life
http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/2260513/envyinducing_stocking_stuffers_for.html?cat=46
Five Delightful Nontraditional Xmas Celebration Ideas
http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/2294595/five_delightful_nontraditional_xmas.html?cat=74
Poetic Holiday Gift Ideas for $10 or Less
http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/2333864/_poetic_holiday_gift_ideas_for_10_or.html?cat=46
Envy-Inducing Stocking Stuffers for the Special Lady in Your Life
http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/2260513/envyinducing_stocking_stuffers_for.html?cat=46
November 29, 2010
November 19, 2010
Angel Face Yum-Fest (& More)
Scrumptious poet Margaret Bashaar wrote a new little review of 'Angel Face Trailer', a small Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook by me & Letizia Merello (as well as little reviews of two other poetry chapbooks, too). Partake -http://pluckedfromogygia.blogspot.com/2010/11/micro-reviews.html
And then you just might want to scroll down to the post below this one to check out an article about my poetry written by Letizia Merello AND another little review of another one of Juliet Cook's poetry chapbooks written by Margaret Bashaar AND more!
P.S. To kind out more about Angel Face Trailer, look at its hand-designed paper format at the Blood Pudding Press etsy shop, here - http://www.etsy.com/listing/53420815/angel-face-trailer-by-juliet-cook-and%20/
And/or check out its free online version here - http://www.scribd.com/doc/33331342/Angel-Face-Trailer
And then you just might want to scroll down to the post below this one to check out an article about my poetry written by Letizia Merello AND another little review of another one of Juliet Cook's poetry chapbooks written by Margaret Bashaar AND more!
P.S. To kind out more about Angel Face Trailer, look at its hand-designed paper format at the Blood Pudding Press etsy shop, here - http://www.etsy.com/listing/53420815/angel-face-trailer-by-juliet-cook-and%20/
And/or check out its free online version here - http://www.scribd.com/doc/33331342/Angel-Face-Trailer
November 10, 2010
A Few Newish Treats -Sweet & Erotic
In case you missed it a few days back, it is not too late to partake of the fact that O Sweet Flowery Roses loves me (or at least loves three of my poems):
http://osfrjournal.blogspot.com/2010/10/juliet-cook.html
For even more hideous poetic delight, you might also like to partake of this succulent morsel of an article about me written by the scrumptious Letizia Merello and published on ARTEROTICA. The article is in Italian, but just in case you are interested and can't read Italian, Leti's English version shall be pasted below the Italian link:
http://www.arterotica.eu/3762-juliet-cook-poesia.htm
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Tales of unordinary womanhood: suctions, injections, mutations.
An introduction to Juliet Cook's poetry.
Letizia Merello
Mine was another abstract series
some might label botched results.
I might call small mutants. A different kind
of before & after. Squirmy tentacles somewhere
in the midst of dry ingredients.
A new definition of zest.
(from Adornment
Tentacles into the reassuring warmth of a kitchen. What sounds like an exotic recipe is something more: the writing of Juliet Cook, poet and publisher from Ohio. Juliet's poetry is run across by a desecrating vein, it's a per-verse dough in which the author delves into, shaping anti-lyrical and powerful forms, contaminated by a diversity of languages: the obsessive rhythm of assembly lines, the sophistication of wanton pastry decorations, the cruel precision of surgical instruments, splatter gore and porn from the '70s ... The result? A clear, surreal yet hyper-realistic world and a reconfiguration of the female sex: a revolution against the broadly accepted standards of femininity none of us is (unfortunately) immune to, taking place on the body's scene.
In addition to continuously engaging in a visceral poetic research, Juliet runs her own publishing house, Blood Pudding Press, a tiny vibrant piece of the U.S. underground publishing world, through which she publishes her own poetry collections, as well as giving voice to other authors with multi-writer projects and chapbooks. Particular attention is given not only to contents (the short manifesto published on the press' website, http://bloodyooze.blogspot.com/ reads: "Blood Pudding Press hearts (...) Icing bags, scars, deep sea creatures, love, lust, longing, burlesque, grotesque, flirty and at least a little bit improper…") but also to the package: each book is handmade by Juliet, who also personally takes care of the artwork or selects works by other artists. Another of her initiatives is the online magazine Thirteen Myna Birds (http://13myna.blogspot.com/), a constantly evolving "flight formation", consisting of 13 poems by different authors, which alternate from time to time in submission order.
In shaping her words with her carving knife, Juliet reveals the woman's body in its essential nature: a product not intended for mass consumption, despite the frosting and colored sprinkles (after all even vanity is a female prerogative).
Along her lines we discover the unknown - yet deeply set inside us - horror of our innards, dripping with juices and secretions, resonating on teeth and bone, but also a new flesh with new capabilities, mutant appendixes and indecent orifices. The recesses of the body, despite being unattractive in terms of conventional aesthetics, can not but arouse an irresistible magnetism, due to their own truth, soaked in the extremes of horrid and grotesque: the mixture dripping from Cook's cauldron not only works, but is beautifully intoxicating and thought-provoking . The body's factory eventually becomes the forge of self-expression: flesh becomes the mouthpiece of its own shameless hunger and inevitable necessities, and the instrument exposing the myriad forms of direct and indirect violence and repression to which it is subject. Beware, though: we're not talking feminism. Juliet shuns dogmatism, focusing on the consistency of inconsistency: "I'm interested in the conflict inherent in my desire to be perceived as consumable, even though I don't really want to be consumed."
Her pink scalloped lips part, a meatier variety
of snapdragon. A strange but effective treatment
is meat tenderizer. Then she's so deliciously numb,
it's like tying phantom limbs to four horses & performing
surgery, as an audience applauds those delicately trembling lobes.
Every image, even the crudest, and every object, even the sharpest, are essential to the creative process, which becomes a sort of digestion process: "Stuff like bukkake and bestiality don't seem so troublesome to me anymore now that I've had my way with them by inserting them into MY contexts."Contrast and non-conformity seem to be critical aspects of Juliet Cook's poetry, which faces the dichotomy of love and death in Soft Foam (Blood Pudding Press for Dusie Kollektiv 4, 2010). As she explains in her afterword, Soft Foam may be "(…) the calmed down version of a violent frothing, but it could also be something that is purposely sprayed into rifts and crevices to contain the gaping. To put it another way, it could be ebbing & flowing expression versus repression(…)."
My tongue is tethered to this pearl-making ache.
This longing to escape the bivalve open & shut.
I can't turn off the steam. Like abalone
in hot water when he flashes his eyes at me.
Flares his nostrils (please). Already attached, but
this multicolor seizes up my partial formation.
Shiny and gritty. The messy truth is
I want them both.
(Is this such an anomaly?
So dastardly?) To be so tempted
I've pretended the timing was off when I knew
my impulses were non-linear. Not about the nice fit.
Whole enough to roll between his fingers'
small circles, but not perfect spheres that might be strung
around a couth neck, an orderly solar system model.
My adornment is misshaped. Desire
to spill down his naked chest.
I don't want to be fastened.
I want to stay open. I want to be crushed
by the entire wild weight of his body.
Emotional and sexual impulses are body languages, just like illness. A few months ago Juliet suffered from a stroke that prevented her from reading and writing for a while. Her Post-Stroke Poems are just another form of experimentation, though unwanted, of a female body which can't help but express itself.
Marmalade Glaze
Like a terrible pterodactyl necklace it bit,
sunk in and left me
bloody. Snorted thousands
of remembered words out of my system.
Appealing turned into appalling.
For a complete list of publications and for more details about Juliet's poetry, please feel free to visit her website at http://julietcook.weebly.com/.
Letizia Merello has been translating Juliet Cook's poetry into Italian since 2008. Angel Face Trailer (Blood Pudding Press, 2010) is the first of Juliet's chapbooks featuring her translations, available both in print, on Juliet's Etsy shop (http://www.etsy.com/shop/BloodPudding...) and online at http://www.scribd.com/doc/33347869/An....
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"This article was first published in a slightly different Italian version on Arterotica http://www.arterotica.eu/3762-juliet-cook-poesia.htm "
http://osfrjournal.blogspot.com/2010/10/juliet-cook.html
For even more hideous poetic delight, you might also like to partake of this succulent morsel of an article about me written by the scrumptious Letizia Merello and published on ARTEROTICA. The article is in Italian, but just in case you are interested and can't read Italian, Leti's English version shall be pasted below the Italian link:
http://www.arterotica.eu/3762-juliet-cook-poesia.htm
*
Tales of unordinary womanhood: suctions, injections, mutations.
An introduction to Juliet Cook's poetry.
Letizia Merello
Mine was another abstract series
some might label botched results.
I might call small mutants. A different kind
of before & after. Squirmy tentacles somewhere
in the midst of dry ingredients.
A new definition of zest.
(from Adornment
Tentacles into the reassuring warmth of a kitchen. What sounds like an exotic recipe is something more: the writing of Juliet Cook, poet and publisher from Ohio. Juliet's poetry is run across by a desecrating vein, it's a per-verse dough in which the author delves into, shaping anti-lyrical and powerful forms, contaminated by a diversity of languages: the obsessive rhythm of assembly lines, the sophistication of wanton pastry decorations, the cruel precision of surgical instruments, splatter gore and porn from the '70s ... The result? A clear, surreal yet hyper-realistic world and a reconfiguration of the female sex: a revolution against the broadly accepted standards of femininity none of us is (unfortunately) immune to, taking place on the body's scene.
In addition to continuously engaging in a visceral poetic research, Juliet runs her own publishing house, Blood Pudding Press, a tiny vibrant piece of the U.S. underground publishing world, through which she publishes her own poetry collections, as well as giving voice to other authors with multi-writer projects and chapbooks. Particular attention is given not only to contents (the short manifesto published on the press' website, http://bloodyooze.blogspot.com/ reads: "Blood Pudding Press hearts (...) Icing bags, scars, deep sea creatures, love, lust, longing, burlesque, grotesque, flirty and at least a little bit improper…") but also to the package: each book is handmade by Juliet, who also personally takes care of the artwork or selects works by other artists. Another of her initiatives is the online magazine Thirteen Myna Birds (http://13myna.blogspot.com/), a constantly evolving "flight formation", consisting of 13 poems by different authors, which alternate from time to time in submission order.
In shaping her words with her carving knife, Juliet reveals the woman's body in its essential nature: a product not intended for mass consumption, despite the frosting and colored sprinkles (after all even vanity is a female prerogative).
Along her lines we discover the unknown - yet deeply set inside us - horror of our innards, dripping with juices and secretions, resonating on teeth and bone, but also a new flesh with new capabilities, mutant appendixes and indecent orifices. The recesses of the body, despite being unattractive in terms of conventional aesthetics, can not but arouse an irresistible magnetism, due to their own truth, soaked in the extremes of horrid and grotesque: the mixture dripping from Cook's cauldron not only works, but is beautifully intoxicating and thought-provoking . The body's factory eventually becomes the forge of self-expression: flesh becomes the mouthpiece of its own shameless hunger and inevitable necessities, and the instrument exposing the myriad forms of direct and indirect violence and repression to which it is subject. Beware, though: we're not talking feminism. Juliet shuns dogmatism, focusing on the consistency of inconsistency: "I'm interested in the conflict inherent in my desire to be perceived as consumable, even though I don't really want to be consumed."
Her pink scalloped lips part, a meatier variety
of snapdragon. A strange but effective treatment
is meat tenderizer. Then she's so deliciously numb,
it's like tying phantom limbs to four horses & performing
surgery, as an audience applauds those delicately trembling lobes.
Every image, even the crudest, and every object, even the sharpest, are essential to the creative process, which becomes a sort of digestion process: "Stuff like bukkake and bestiality don't seem so troublesome to me anymore now that I've had my way with them by inserting them into MY contexts."Contrast and non-conformity seem to be critical aspects of Juliet Cook's poetry, which faces the dichotomy of love and death in Soft Foam (Blood Pudding Press for Dusie Kollektiv 4, 2010). As she explains in her afterword, Soft Foam may be "(…) the calmed down version of a violent frothing, but it could also be something that is purposely sprayed into rifts and crevices to contain the gaping. To put it another way, it could be ebbing & flowing expression versus repression(…)."
My tongue is tethered to this pearl-making ache.
This longing to escape the bivalve open & shut.
I can't turn off the steam. Like abalone
in hot water when he flashes his eyes at me.
Flares his nostrils (please). Already attached, but
this multicolor seizes up my partial formation.
Shiny and gritty. The messy truth is
I want them both.
(Is this such an anomaly?
So dastardly?) To be so tempted
I've pretended the timing was off when I knew
my impulses were non-linear. Not about the nice fit.
Whole enough to roll between his fingers'
small circles, but not perfect spheres that might be strung
around a couth neck, an orderly solar system model.
My adornment is misshaped. Desire
to spill down his naked chest.
I don't want to be fastened.
I want to stay open. I want to be crushed
by the entire wild weight of his body.
Emotional and sexual impulses are body languages, just like illness. A few months ago Juliet suffered from a stroke that prevented her from reading and writing for a while. Her Post-Stroke Poems are just another form of experimentation, though unwanted, of a female body which can't help but express itself.
Marmalade Glaze
Like a terrible pterodactyl necklace it bit,
sunk in and left me
bloody. Snorted thousands
of remembered words out of my system.
Appealing turned into appalling.
For a complete list of publications and for more details about Juliet's poetry, please feel free to visit her website at http://julietcook.weebly.com/.
Letizia Merello has been translating Juliet Cook's poetry into Italian since 2008. Angel Face Trailer (Blood Pudding Press, 2010) is the first of Juliet's chapbooks featuring her translations, available both in print, on Juliet's Etsy shop (http://www.etsy.com/shop/BloodPudding...) and online at http://www.scribd.com/doc/33347869/An....
*
"This article was first published in a slightly different Italian version on Arterotica http://www.arterotica.eu/3762-juliet-cook-poesia.htm "
October 23, 2010
Happy Halloween Poetry
The Halloween issue of Thirteen Myna Birds has now gone live and includes a mouthful of hideous succulent creations by ten different poets, chosen by me.
Plus this issue also includes a new lighter color (but not a lighter taste of poison laced candy; hahaha)!
Have a look, have a read and feel free to let me know what you think.
Happy Halloween, you darkly delicious morsels.
http://13myna.blogspot.com
ALSO, in case you missed it and are indeed interested, three of my own post-stroke poems (plus a large assortment of other poetic goodies) can be partaken within the new issue of Horse Less Reivew, here:
http://www.horselesspress.com/HLR8doc.pdf
ALSO, in case you're interested in looking at some zombie photos:
http://www.facebook.com/#!/album.php?aid=249573&id=842512457
Plus this issue also includes a new lighter color (but not a lighter taste of poison laced candy; hahaha)!
Have a look, have a read and feel free to let me know what you think.
Happy Halloween, you darkly delicious morsels.
http://13myna.blogspot.com
ALSO, in case you missed it and are indeed interested, three of my own post-stroke poems (plus a large assortment of other poetic goodies) can be partaken within the new issue of Horse Less Reivew, here:
http://www.horselesspress.com/HLR8doc.pdf
ALSO, in case you're interested in looking at some zombie photos:
http://www.facebook.com/#!/album.php?aid=249573&id=842512457
October 1, 2010
Ooh la la October
October can often be a darkly delicious fun and creative month and I hope it is this year, as well.
To get started with the divination festivities, I added a new little temporary section to the Blood Pudding Press etsy shop - 'Halloween Yummy Horror'!
http://www.etsy.com/shop/BloodPuddingPress?section_id=7409216
Soon, I will be working on my own Halloween costume.
And you?
To get started with the divination festivities, I added a new little temporary section to the Blood Pudding Press etsy shop - 'Halloween Yummy Horror'!
http://www.etsy.com/shop/BloodPuddingPress?section_id=7409216
Soon, I will be working on my own Halloween costume.
And you?
