Juliet Cook's Blog, page 68
September 27, 2018
September 25, 2018
September 23, 2018
NEW! Happy Fall from Thirteen Myna Birds!
Happy Fall from Thirteen Myna Birds!"This is the hope of lizards and birds when they hold still in a hand, the endless hope - we have nothing else - I am unwell - Pink foam explodes from my head - to always appear kissable depends - Soon I’ll be recycled - my hard drive’s caught a nasty virus - It mentions changes that require more evaluation - Tick-ridden, each word - an electric cigarette - she remembers the rage in his body..."NEW creative work by Noemi Ixchel Martinez, James Croal Jackson, Beate Sigriddaughter, MISH Eileen Murphy, and iDrewHERE - https://13myna.blogspot.com/(For the poetic art images within this Myna Birds flock, feel free to click on each one for a larger view.
September 22, 2018
NEW in FLAPPERHOUSE #19 - Two collaborative poems by j/j hastain and me!
New FLAPPERHOUSE, #19 – Fall 2018
"Mutant rats, evil deer, chemtrails, voodoo, gravitrons, clouds of mass destruction,and so much more: FLAPPERHOUSE #19."
j/j hastain and I have two collaborative poems - “How to Grow Rat Teeth” and “The Moon Made Out of Bloated Cheese” appearing within this FLAPPERHOUSE.
HERE - https://flapperhouse.com/zine/19-fall-2018/
"Mutant rats, evil deer, chemtrails, voodoo, gravitrons, clouds of mass destruction,and so much more: FLAPPERHOUSE #19."
j/j hastain and I have two collaborative poems - “How to Grow Rat Teeth” and “The Moon Made Out of Bloated Cheese” appearing within this FLAPPERHOUSE.
HERE - https://flapperhouse.com/zine/19-fall-2018/
September 21, 2018
Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbooks!
Some Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbooks recently acquired by the Poetry Barn!
(You can acquire your own copies of these or other Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbooks from the Blood Pudding Press etsy shop here - https://www.etsy.com/shop/BloodPuddingPress)
(photo taken by Lissa Kiernan)September 15, 2018
September 14, 2018
NOBODY's wrinkle repair will work for me
Here's the sort of feelings my day started with.
It seems like many people just like to share very short sentences with hardly any details, as though life is just a short sentence with hardly any details and with hardly any emotion.
I feel emotional most of the time and oftentimes I feel the need to purposely tone my emotions down (at least in conversation), because people don't know how to respond to them.
I sometimes feel tired of wanting to know more about other people than they want to know about me - and I sometimes feel tired of sharing more personal details than others are willing to share.
I also feel like hardly anybody cares about my personal details anyway.
In which case, I'd rather share them with myself instead of quietly sitting next to another person in front of a TV and blurting out occasional comments about what's on the screen.
I don't understand or relate to short sentences, but tons of people seem to love them.
With me, if I get a short, unspecific, un-detailed sentence, it causes me to feel as I'm absolutely nobody special.
Because I'm not.
I'm absolutely nobody.
Nobody.
Nobody.
Nobody.
Nobody.
Nothing .
Nothing.
Nothing.
I woke up feeling relatively meaningless.
I'm tired of my brain feeling relatively meaningless, but that's how I sometimes feel.
I spent about an hour crying, shortly after I got up and applied my Dragon's Blood Wrinkle Repair Eye Creme, so it gooped all over the bottom of my eyelids and now they're probably even more wrinkly.
It seems like many people just like to share very short sentences with hardly any details, as though life is just a short sentence with hardly any details and with hardly any emotion.
I feel emotional most of the time and oftentimes I feel the need to purposely tone my emotions down (at least in conversation), because people don't know how to respond to them.
I sometimes feel tired of wanting to know more about other people than they want to know about me - and I sometimes feel tired of sharing more personal details than others are willing to share.
I also feel like hardly anybody cares about my personal details anyway.
In which case, I'd rather share them with myself instead of quietly sitting next to another person in front of a TV and blurting out occasional comments about what's on the screen.
I don't understand or relate to short sentences, but tons of people seem to love them.
With me, if I get a short, unspecific, un-detailed sentence, it causes me to feel as I'm absolutely nobody special.
Because I'm not.
I'm absolutely nobody.
Nobody.
Nobody.
Nobody.
Nobody.
Nothing .
Nothing.
Nothing.
I woke up feeling relatively meaningless.
I'm tired of my brain feeling relatively meaningless, but that's how I sometimes feel.
I spent about an hour crying, shortly after I got up and applied my Dragon's Blood Wrinkle Repair Eye Creme, so it gooped all over the bottom of my eyelids and now they're probably even more wrinkly.
September 13, 2018
Bound Art Book & Zine Fair this Friday and Saturday (September 14 and 15)
This Friday and Saturday! I won't be there personally, but some Blood Pudding Press chapbooks will be there!https://www.facebook.com/events/268243227241420/
September 12, 2018
NEW in Bone & Ink Press - "Dark Princess" by j/j hastain and Juliet Cook AND "Leeches" by Michael Bernstein and Juliet Cook
"Grey matterstirs my ideasinto body parts that extendbeyond vertical and horizontal
and the borders of reality
intersect with the next
five course lap dance from a yapping chihuahua burned at the stake.Strip steak witch legs.Whiplash in bags filled with sand and wind."
within the poem, "Dark Princess" by j/j hastain and Juliet Cook, one of two collaborative poems appearing in Bone & Ink Press today
partake of more HERE - https://www.boneandinkpress.com/single-post/2018/09/12/Two-Poems-by-Juliet-Cook-w-jj-hastain-and-Michael-Bernstein
