I have an article about Feminist Poetry Publishing within the latest issue (seven) of make/shift magazine -- http://www.makeshiftmag.com/subscribe.htm
My article mentions various loverly womanly presses such as Blood Pudding Press (my own), Birds of Lace, Hex Presse, Dancing Girl Press, Switchback Books, & several more!
Slurp, blurb, flurt with yummy female poets!
3/23/10
3/22/10
New Blue
Well, I finally wrote a new little article (finished a few days after writing my first new poem; see entry below) and published it on Associated Content, here:
http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/2807396/poststroke_survival_and_sad_little.html?cat=7
I just re-read it myself only to notice that I spelled a few little words wrong (which I did not notice the first few times I re-read it, sigh), which bugs me quite a bit, but alas. Feel free to read it if you'd like.
At least I'm still trying to write again and I sincerely hope my writing will continue to get better and WEIRDER.
http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/2807396/poststroke_survival_and_sad_little.html?cat=7
I just re-read it myself only to notice that I spelled a few little words wrong (which I did not notice the first few times I re-read it, sigh), which bugs me quite a bit, but alas. Feel free to read it if you'd like.
At least I'm still trying to write again and I sincerely hope my writing will continue to get better and WEIRDER.
3/18/10
Post-Stroke my words are not over-
ly obvious. Why on earth should my
non overly obvious poetry be dead?
1. Telebloodied brain cadaver with pernicious red limp.
2. Telebloodied drain dagger with growing open limbs.
3. My carotid swirling, awaited a dangerous blow torch
from the crotch; clicked in, rose up, added platinum mesh
deep inside my odd head. In spite of my almost annihilation.
4. A vicious new voice will slowly seep out of my skull.
5. Will spill more pretty crooked plucked out wordage.
ly obvious. Why on earth should my
non overly obvious poetry be dead?
1. Telebloodied brain cadaver with pernicious red limp.
2. Telebloodied drain dagger with growing open limbs.
3. My carotid swirling, awaited a dangerous blow torch
from the crotch; clicked in, rose up, added platinum mesh
deep inside my odd head. In spite of my almost annihilation.
4. A vicious new voice will slowly seep out of my skull.
5. Will spill more pretty crooked plucked out wordage.
3/16/10
Soft Foam-ish
Soft Foam is my newest poetry chapbook, created for the Dusie Kollektiv 4. All Dusie 4 members have received a free copie in the mail, but I'm willing to create a few additional copies for any interested non-Dusie peeps.
It includes 16 poems about love, death, past lives, under water insects like Giant Squids and Haunted Sea Urchins, and more.
While the insides of all copies include the same poems, the outsides are different (see a few below).
If interested, a copy may be purchased at my Blood Pudding Press etsy shop: http://www.BloodPuddingPress.etsy.com
It includes 16 poems about love, death, past lives, under water insects like Giant Squids and Haunted Sea Urchins, and more.
While the insides of all copies include the same poems, the outsides are different (see a few below).
If interested, a copy may be purchased at my Blood Pudding Press etsy shop: http://www.BloodPuddingPress.etsy.com
3/9/10
A Diary that nobody else will read
Hi. I'm going to write a quick-ish little message here that is probably mostly for myself to read (or re-read or understand or something; unfortunately, I have recently noticed that in addition to not speaking, spelling, or writing as well as I used to, I also can't remember things as well, for cripes sake {sp?}). Anyway basically here's my deal.
For years, I had a very long, weirdly personal blog online (CandyDishDoom). About a year ago, I switched over to this site, which is not so personal, but mainly deals with poetry and other writing stuff, and okay, maybe an occasional little semi-personal thought or idea, but not a majorly long one. My long thoughts and contents are now only written to a few extremely close friends.
However, today all these odd, post-stroke thoughts & ideas were coming through my head and I kept jotting them down on a random little piece of paper. They weren't poems (I haven't tried writing new poems yet since my stroke); they were more like personal blog-like words about different and difficult ideas and thoughts I've been experiencing. I don't really want to reveal these different and difficult thoughts to those who barely know me (yes, I did enjoy doing that in the past and even met some wonderful new friends because of it, but...)
Thus, I suddenly decided to start a new word-written Diary. I used to write tons of written diaries when I was younger, especially in my early to late 20s, but that changed when I finally got a good computer and switched to online blogging, etc... As noted above, my times have now changed and so I'm going to try written diary words that I write myself and only read myself.
Hopefully, this will help my writing continue to improve, but also review semi-important thoughts and feelings about this time in my life, and ALSO allow me to talk about sometimes feeling sad, blue, glum, and older than I should be (grrr!)! My husband was this age when we first got together (I had just turned 30; he was 37); once we met and hung out with each other, he didn't seem old to me--so why do I feel older now? I think it's because of my stupid stroke.
Anyway, enough of this. I'll be writing such thoughts/feeling in greater detail on words to myself from now on. I will still write poetry-type things here. Indeed, when I started my diary writing this evening, I was writing inside an old book (book is probably not the best word, since this contains blank pages for someone to write their own words upon) in which I had previously (years ago) written some older things.
Some of those older things were odd lines written by me, to possibly be used within future poems. Some of those older things were various lines from other people's poems, which I had especially liked. Here are two that seemed wonderful and sad to my tonight:
"A writer's truest self is not the person
you meet, it's the person you read"
&
"In the dead water
where my tongue is held captive"
That last one was written by Frank Stanford.
For years, I had a very long, weirdly personal blog online (CandyDishDoom). About a year ago, I switched over to this site, which is not so personal, but mainly deals with poetry and other writing stuff, and okay, maybe an occasional little semi-personal thought or idea, but not a majorly long one. My long thoughts and contents are now only written to a few extremely close friends.
However, today all these odd, post-stroke thoughts & ideas were coming through my head and I kept jotting them down on a random little piece of paper. They weren't poems (I haven't tried writing new poems yet since my stroke); they were more like personal blog-like words about different and difficult ideas and thoughts I've been experiencing. I don't really want to reveal these different and difficult thoughts to those who barely know me (yes, I did enjoy doing that in the past and even met some wonderful new friends because of it, but...)
Thus, I suddenly decided to start a new word-written Diary. I used to write tons of written diaries when I was younger, especially in my early to late 20s, but that changed when I finally got a good computer and switched to online blogging, etc... As noted above, my times have now changed and so I'm going to try written diary words that I write myself and only read myself.
Hopefully, this will help my writing continue to improve, but also review semi-important thoughts and feelings about this time in my life, and ALSO allow me to talk about sometimes feeling sad, blue, glum, and older than I should be (grrr!)! My husband was this age when we first got together (I had just turned 30; he was 37); once we met and hung out with each other, he didn't seem old to me--so why do I feel older now? I think it's because of my stupid stroke.
Anyway, enough of this. I'll be writing such thoughts/feeling in greater detail on words to myself from now on. I will still write poetry-type things here. Indeed, when I started my diary writing this evening, I was writing inside an old book (book is probably not the best word, since this contains blank pages for someone to write their own words upon) in which I had previously (years ago) written some older things.
Some of those older things were odd lines written by me, to possibly be used within future poems. Some of those older things were various lines from other people's poems, which I had especially liked. Here are two that seemed wonderful and sad to my tonight:
"A writer's truest self is not the person
you meet, it's the person you read"
&
"In the dead water
where my tongue is held captive"
That last one was written by Frank Stanford.
3/4/10
Yum-o-Rama
Feel free to submit poems (or other odd little entities) to Thirteen Myna Birds, (the online piece I publish, of which you can visit the latest entry by clicking on it here - http://13myna.blogspot.com/ ). My reading is slow-ish lately, but I hope to update the site sometime this month, if I receive at least a few interestingly weird or delish stuff that I feel like accepting. If you visit and read some of the latest Thirteen Myna Birds, you may also see the guidelines appearing near the bottom of the page.
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If you would like to read some of my own poetry, two of my poems have been published in the ActionYes latest online issue here - http://actionyes.org/index.htm
Although these two poems are not brand new, they are not old. The first one also appears in my online chapbook Tongue Like a Stinger, published by Wheelhouse -
http://www.wheelhousemagazine.com/chapbook.html; the second one appears inside my print chapbook FONDANT PIG ANGST, published by Slash Pine Press. I will be reading a few pieces in Alabama next month, (April 24); see Slash Pine Press latest online site for more information about that- http://www.slashpinepress.com/
I recently published another, even newer poetry chapbook, Soft Foam, for the hot yum-o-rama Dusie Kollektiv 4. This Dusie Kollektiv involves more than thirty poets, all of whom make their own chaps. and then mail free copies to all the others. All of my copies have now been mailed out to all other Dusie 4 participants, woohoo! (Just in case a non-Dusie participant is interested in receiving her/his own copy, I will probably offer a few for sale soon via my etsy shop - http://www.bloodpuddingpress.etsy.com/ .
I was previously involved with the Dusie Kollektiv 3, in which we each made another poet's chapbook. I made one by E. Tracy Grinnell, (a few copies of which are still up for sale via etsy)--and Dana Teen Lomax made MONDO CRAMPO by me. Although those came out in print a while back, they have recently been published online, here - http://www.dusie.org/issuenine.html
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When I first got home from the hospital, I could not read at all--and even if my husband read my own poems to me (and even if I wrote those poems recently), I could not remember writing them nor understand all the words in them. This very much bothered and disturbed me, but now I can remember the words and like the writing of my own poems and others' poems; however my reading is still a lot slower.
Despite such woes, I'm very happy to be alive. Despite my slow reading, I still love poetry--and really look forward to reading more, as well as writing more, reasonably soon.
*
If you would like to read some of my own poetry, two of my poems have been published in the ActionYes latest online issue here - http://actionyes.org/index.htm
Although these two poems are not brand new, they are not old. The first one also appears in my online chapbook Tongue Like a Stinger, published by Wheelhouse -
http://www.wheelhousemagazine.com/chapbook.html; the second one appears inside my print chapbook FONDANT PIG ANGST, published by Slash Pine Press. I will be reading a few pieces in Alabama next month, (April 24); see Slash Pine Press latest online site for more information about that- http://www.slashpinepress.com/
I recently published another, even newer poetry chapbook, Soft Foam, for the hot yum-o-rama Dusie Kollektiv 4. This Dusie Kollektiv involves more than thirty poets, all of whom make their own chaps. and then mail free copies to all the others. All of my copies have now been mailed out to all other Dusie 4 participants, woohoo! (Just in case a non-Dusie participant is interested in receiving her/his own copy, I will probably offer a few for sale soon via my etsy shop - http://www.bloodpuddingpress.etsy.com/ .
I was previously involved with the Dusie Kollektiv 3, in which we each made another poet's chapbook. I made one by E. Tracy Grinnell, (a few copies of which are still up for sale via etsy)--and Dana Teen Lomax made MONDO CRAMPO by me. Although those came out in print a while back, they have recently been published online, here - http://www.dusie.org/issuenine.html
*
When I first got home from the hospital, I could not read at all--and even if my husband read my own poems to me (and even if I wrote those poems recently), I could not remember writing them nor understand all the words in them. This very much bothered and disturbed me, but now I can remember the words and like the writing of my own poems and others' poems; however my reading is still a lot slower.
Despite such woes, I'm very happy to be alive. Despite my slow reading, I still love poetry--and really look forward to reading more, as well as writing more, reasonably soon.
3/2/10
ActionYes Poetry
The Winter 2010 ActionYes online issue includes two poems by me, slurp!:
http://actionyes.org/index.htm
I really like ActionYes. I've read several of their deliciously wonderful poetry books, like 'My Kafka Century' by Arielle Greenburg, 'Remainland' by Aase Berg (translated by Johannes Gorransson)and two hideously excellent collections by Lara Glenum--'The Hounds of No' AND 'Maximum Gaga'.
I even wrote a longish review-like thingee of 'Max. Gag.' for an older issue of Gently Read Literature (http://gentlyread.wordpress.com/2009/04/01/the-revolting-body-of-lara-glenum%e2%80%99s-maximum-gaga-reviewed-by-juliet-cook)
-& you can also see what I've written a review for a more recent poetry book on their latest issue in my piece below this one here).
I even recently purchased a newish poetry book from ActionYes--'Killing Kanoho' by Hiromi Ito--but due to my super-slow reading/writing abilities lately, will have to deepen into that bloody gunk later (and can hardly wait).
Okay by. Read something neato by myself or other(s) mentioned above.
http://actionyes.org/index.htm
I really like ActionYes. I've read several of their deliciously wonderful poetry books, like 'My Kafka Century' by Arielle Greenburg, 'Remainland' by Aase Berg (translated by Johannes Gorransson)and two hideously excellent collections by Lara Glenum--'The Hounds of No' AND 'Maximum Gaga'.
I even wrote a longish review-like thingee of 'Max. Gag.' for an older issue of Gently Read Literature (http://gentlyread.wordpress.com/2009/04/01/the-revolting-body-of-lara-glenum%e2%80%99s-maximum-gaga-reviewed-by-juliet-cook)
-& you can also see what I've written a review for a more recent poetry book on their latest issue in my piece below this one here).
I even recently purchased a newish poetry book from ActionYes--'Killing Kanoho' by Hiromi Ito--but due to my super-slow reading/writing abilities lately, will have to deepen into that bloody gunk later (and can hardly wait).
Okay by. Read something neato by myself or other(s) mentioned above.
3/1/10
I Have to Go Back to 1994...
Here's a review I wrote a few months back (published this month), of Karyna McGlynn's poetry book, 'I Have to Go Back to 1994 and Kill a Girl'.
I'm really glad I read that book and wrote a review a while ago, because I quite liked it (read it twice), but now my reading is much slower that even reading my own poems is tough (and I also had to let a few poets that I'd agreed to write reviews for now that I couldn't do it anymore right now, sigh).
I'll get better at some point, though--and then I'll be able to review more poetry books-and write more poetry, Yeah!
Meantime, check out this review of Karyna's oddly dark and delightful book, published in the latest issue of 'Gently Read Literature':
http://gentlyread.wordpress.com/2010/03/01/panty-flowers-rising-juliet-cook-on-karyna-mcglynn%e2%80%99s-i-have-to-go-back-to-1994-and-kill-a-girl/
I'm really glad I read that book and wrote a review a while ago, because I quite liked it (read it twice), but now my reading is much slower that even reading my own poems is tough (and I also had to let a few poets that I'd agreed to write reviews for now that I couldn't do it anymore right now, sigh).
I'll get better at some point, though--and then I'll be able to review more poetry books-and write more poetry, Yeah!
Meantime, check out this review of Karyna's oddly dark and delightful book, published in the latest issue of 'Gently Read Literature':
http://gentlyread.wordpress.com/2010/03/01/panty-flowers-rising-juliet-cook-on-karyna-mcglynn%e2%80%99s-i-have-to-go-back-to-1994-and-kill-a-girl/
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