Juliet Cook's Blog, page 99
August 30, 2017
Another Vampiric Bird
Another Vampire-esque bird, this time at the Lorain County Fair (August 26)
August 28, 2017
NEW in Rag Queen Periodical - Four Collaborative Poems by j/j hastain and me!
"The nuns change color,every definition of red.
They dive out of quiet limbo
towards bloody sainthood.
Some catch them as specter witches,as a cosmic diagram"
Thrilled and excited to have four of j/j hastain and I's collaborative poems appearing in Rag Queen AND bearing mention of Twin Peaks!!!!!!
"We love Twin Peaks at Rag Queen, so in honor of the series finale, we'll be posting works that center, in some way, on themes of duplicity all throughout the week!
Today, we have four collaborative poems by one of our favorite frequent contributors, Juliet Cook and new contributor JJ Hastain!"
https://www.ragqueenperiodical.com/single-post/2017/08/28/Poems-by-Juliet-Cook-jj-hastain
They dive out of quiet limbo
towards bloody sainthood.
Some catch them as specter witches,as a cosmic diagram"
Thrilled and excited to have four of j/j hastain and I's collaborative poems appearing in Rag Queen AND bearing mention of Twin Peaks!!!!!!
"We love Twin Peaks at Rag Queen, so in honor of the series finale, we'll be posting works that center, in some way, on themes of duplicity all throughout the week!
Today, we have four collaborative poems by one of our favorite frequent contributors, Juliet Cook and new contributor JJ Hastain!"
https://www.ragqueenperiodical.com/single-post/2017/08/28/Poems-by-Juliet-Cook-jj-hastain
August 21, 2017
NEW in Philosophical Idiot! - "From One Ruined Human to Another".
Thank you very much to Philosophical Idiot for sharing my poem, "From One Ruined Human to Another".
HERE - https://www.philosophicalidiot.com/julietcookpoetry
HERE - https://www.philosophicalidiot.com/julietcookpoetry
August 8, 2017
Poetry reading photos
At the Underground Lit Fest, in Michigan City, Indiana - me reading poetry at the Speakeasy @ Artspace, the evening of August 5, 2017.
A more close up photo of the Blood Pudding Press table at the Underground Lit Fest!
A more close up shot of the Blood Pudding Press table at this past weekend's wonderful Underground Lit Fest in Michigan City, Indiana!
A:(thank you very much to Darryl Shupe for taking this photo
:))
A:(thank you very much to Darryl Shupe for taking this photo
:))
August 7, 2017
Me and my Blood Pudding Press at the Underground Lit Fest!
At the Underground Lit Fest, in Michigan City Indiana, August 5, 2017, Blood Pudding Press editor and poet Juliet Cook behind her Blood Pudding Press table (and a few of her own chapbooks/books on the table too) at the Small Press Book & Zine Fair!(Photo taken by Darryl Shupe - and I'll add a more zoomed in photo soon)August 3, 2017
We Can Take the Power Back: A NEW Review of Thirsty Bones by Sarah Lilius (Blood Pudding Press, 2017)
Thirsty Bones is not for the fainthearted or those who want to bury the issues women face and live through everyday under the rug of oppression and silence. Sarah Lilius makes it so her reader cannot ignore these things...
As I read the poems “[ ] Culture” and “To My Rapist,” I thought about my own dark, hidden experiences as a woman and how I don’t know if I will ever be courageous enough to open my mouth and utter them. Thirsty Bones left me with the hope that maybe one day I will be able to share all my experiences as a woman, and that women around the world will be able to do so as well. Lilius shows us that we can face our demons and demolish them. We can take the power back. The last few stanzas of “[ ] Culture” exemplify this: “My silence, the place I hide, overgrown / with weeds, they smell fresh, / shaking their seeds from green heads. // Now it’s laid out like a snake suddenly / on a table, I want to cut off the head, / feed it to my rapist in the dark. // And when he screams NO, / maybe I’ll take it out or maybe / I’ll make him eat it / with open eyes.”
from a new review of the poetry chapbook, Thirsty Bones by Sarah Lilius (Blood Pudding Press, 2017)
thank you to Christina Rosso and Rag Queen Periodical for this review.
Read the entire review HERE - https://www.ragqueenperiodical.com/single-post/2017/07/31/We-Can-Take-the-Power-Back-A-Review-of-Lilies-Thirsty-Bones
Acquire your own copy of Thirsty Bones HERE - https://www.etsy.com/listing/522735584/new-thirsty-bones-by-sarah-lilius-2017?ref=shop_home_feat_1
As I read the poems “[ ] Culture” and “To My Rapist,” I thought about my own dark, hidden experiences as a woman and how I don’t know if I will ever be courageous enough to open my mouth and utter them. Thirsty Bones left me with the hope that maybe one day I will be able to share all my experiences as a woman, and that women around the world will be able to do so as well. Lilius shows us that we can face our demons and demolish them. We can take the power back. The last few stanzas of “[ ] Culture” exemplify this: “My silence, the place I hide, overgrown / with weeds, they smell fresh, / shaking their seeds from green heads. // Now it’s laid out like a snake suddenly / on a table, I want to cut off the head, / feed it to my rapist in the dark. // And when he screams NO, / maybe I’ll take it out or maybe / I’ll make him eat it / with open eyes.”
from a new review of the poetry chapbook, Thirsty Bones by Sarah Lilius (Blood Pudding Press, 2017)
thank you to Christina Rosso and Rag Queen Periodical for this review.
Read the entire review HERE - https://www.ragqueenperiodical.com/single-post/2017/07/31/We-Can-Take-the-Power-Back-A-Review-of-Lilies-Thirsty-Bones
Acquire your own copy of Thirsty Bones HERE - https://www.etsy.com/listing/522735584/new-thirsty-bones-by-sarah-lilius-2017?ref=shop_home_feat_1
Goth Semi-Vampiric Chicken
at the Medina County Fair, Tuesday August 1, 2017
July 31, 2017
Juliet Cook reading at the Staghorn Poetry Series, on July 29, 2017 (at the Staghorn Garden Cafe in Pittsburgh, PA)
Me reading some poems at the Staghorn Poetry Series, on July 29, 2017 (at the Staghorn Garden Cafe in Pittsburgh, PA).
(First photo taken by Deena November. Second photo taken by Darryl Shupe.)
(First photo taken by Deena November. Second photo taken by Darryl Shupe.)
July 27, 2017
New the July Thirteen Myna Birds Flock Has Arrived!
The July flock of Thirteen Myna Birds has finally arrived, filled with wonderful new poems by Sarah Lilius, Christian Sammartino, Mohja Kahf, Eileen Murphy, Donna Dallas, Ali Jones, Natalie Crick, Sarah Valeika, and Mike Zone!
"My lungs live in a beehive - where a baby tooth has been extracted, enamel sold to a higher power - stare at the fireplace that is empty and barren, same as my head - my pelvis will substantially be involved in my getting out of bed - Congealed dirt lies on the bottom, like a thin crust of coagulated blood - you let the blood-red twinkle along into your cup - set your body to rewind, in case you miss something - I'm growing fins to swim out and meet you - I'm talking to myself again, like this tin can Telephone has the signal to reach your ears - on blankets in the darkness in the only bed we owned - The white cat lies across the flagstone path as if she owns the flagstone path - boned trees erupt Through frost skins - black skeleton branches touch out for acceptance - ready to fold—over and over - You and I aren't all closed casket memories And eulogies yet"
Dive in to the July flock HERE - https://13myna.blogspot.com/
"My lungs live in a beehive - where a baby tooth has been extracted, enamel sold to a higher power - stare at the fireplace that is empty and barren, same as my head - my pelvis will substantially be involved in my getting out of bed - Congealed dirt lies on the bottom, like a thin crust of coagulated blood - you let the blood-red twinkle along into your cup - set your body to rewind, in case you miss something - I'm growing fins to swim out and meet you - I'm talking to myself again, like this tin can Telephone has the signal to reach your ears - on blankets in the darkness in the only bed we owned - The white cat lies across the flagstone path as if she owns the flagstone path - boned trees erupt Through frost skins - black skeleton branches touch out for acceptance - ready to fold—over and over - You and I aren't all closed casket memories And eulogies yet"
Dive in to the July flock HERE - https://13myna.blogspot.com/
