A new review of my Thirteen Designer Vaginas – at fiddler crab – thanks to Kathleen Kirk.
Here is a snippet:
“rich in humor and wordplay, but also rather frightening in what they suggest about what can be done surgically to alter or repair women’s nether parts.”
Click the link below to read more:
http://fiddlercrabreview.blogspot.com/2011/11/thirteen-designer-vaginas.html
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Thirteen Designer Vaginas is also a part of No Tells: best books 2011 - thanks to Jessy Randall
http://notellpoetry.blogspot.com/search/label/best%20books%202011
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Thirteen Designer Vaginas also has another review copy available from Galatea Resurrects – and so does the latest Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook, LETTERS FROM ROOM 27 OF THE GRAND MIDWAY HOTEL by Margaret Bashaar with photographic ephemera by Kevin Ross - plus copies of several older Blood Pudding Press poetry chaps too.
Visit here for more if you would like to receive a review copy from Galatea Resurrects:
http://grarchives.blogspot.com/
11/29/11
11/24/11
NEW POEM
My new poem - MY SORROW IS NOT SOMETHING YOU CAN EAT - is now up on HOUSEFIRE.
Try to take a bite, but don't expect a wishbone...
http://www.housefirepublishing.com/poetry/my-sorrow-is-not-something-you-can-eat-juliet-cook/
Gobble gobble.
Try to take a bite, but don't expect a wishbone...
http://www.housefirepublishing.com/poetry/my-sorrow-is-not-something-you-can-eat-juliet-cook/
Gobble gobble.
11/23/11
Dusie Kollektiv 5 poetry chapbooks can now be read online!
The Dusie Kollektiv 5 poetry chapbooks are now live and available for reading online, here:
http://www.dusie.org/issue12.html
My POST-STROKE is one of the offerings; just click on my last name to partake.
You may also purchase it's hand-designed print version from the Blood Pudding Press etsy shop:
http://www.etsy.com/listing/69547229/post-stroke-by-juliet-cook
http://www.dusie.org/issue12.html
My POST-STROKE is one of the offerings; just click on my last name to partake.
You may also purchase it's hand-designed print version from the Blood Pudding Press etsy shop:
http://www.etsy.com/listing/69547229/post-stroke-by-juliet-cook
11/22/11
New Thirteen Myna Birds Land
In Thirteen Myna Birds land, new art pieces are up by PoetJoe H. Gallagher, David Greenspan, and Joseph Harker - along with older pieces still remaining and darkly deliciously percolating by Eleanor Leonne Bennett, Bonnie MacAllister, Tiffany Midge, & David Greenspan again.
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"Pick strawberries, slick red layers of tissue, 110% Possum, the desire to clutch!"
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Partake here - http://13myna.blogspot.com/
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"Pick strawberries, slick red layers of tissue, 110% Possum, the desire to clutch!"
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Partake here - http://13myna.blogspot.com/
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11/15/11
NEW Review of my Designer Vaginas
"the images conjured are monstrous, synthetic and sinister with allusions to wrecked dolls and broken psyches"
A snippet from Rachel Kendall's new review of my Thirteen Designer Vaginas published by Hyacinth Girl Press.
Read the whole review at Sein Und Werden here: http://www.kissthewitch.co.uk/seinundwerden/designer_vaginas.html
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And also a NEW Review (the very first one) of the latest Blood Pudding Press chapbook, 'LETTERS FROM ROOM 27 OF THE GRAND MIDWAY HOTEL' by Margaret Bashaar here on Burning River:
http://burningriver.info/?p=1501
A snippet from Rachel Kendall's new review of my Thirteen Designer Vaginas published by Hyacinth Girl Press.
Read the whole review at Sein Und Werden here: http://www.kissthewitch.co.uk/seinundwerden/designer_vaginas.html
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And also a NEW Review (the very first one) of the latest Blood Pudding Press chapbook, 'LETTERS FROM ROOM 27 OF THE GRAND MIDWAY HOTEL' by Margaret Bashaar here on Burning River:
http://burningriver.info/?p=1501
11/6/11
PEEP/SHOW and ME
PEEP/SHOW is "....A Taxonomic Exercise in Textual and Visual Seriality....".
I am very excited, delighted, and pleased as yummy punch to announce that my new work now appears inside the PEEP/SHOW. Yay!
My Textual-ism within consists of four poems, one song lyric/poem and two semi-creative non-poem pieces.
Here I am - http://peepshowpoetry.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html
I am very excited, delighted, and pleased as yummy punch to announce that my new work now appears inside the PEEP/SHOW. Yay!
My Textual-ism within consists of four poems, one song lyric/poem and two semi-creative non-poem pieces.
Here I am - http://peepshowpoetry.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html
11/3/11
Just one against lots?
I desire to feel super-strongly about someone who is extra-special to me and vice versa but…
It is very hard for me to figure out exactly how I feel about someone and why due to my ongoing difficulties with memory issues related to SPECIFICS.
Mind you, I used to have great memory skills. I didn’t used to easily forget things both little and big.
But these days, since it is so hard for me to remember specific details, if someone starts interacting/communicating with me less than they used to, that might lesson our relationship (no matter how long our relationship has been going on), because I can’t specifically recall all the positive tidbits if they don’t continually happen.
Every week I seem to forget the specifics of many interactions, thus even if you said some fabulously positive and delightful and wonderful things to me last week, I’m back to worrying; wondering why you like me and if you still do. This is really frustrating to me; it is probably frustrating to you too – knowing you’ve expressed oodles of yummy remarks to me and wondering why I still seem doubtful and terribly insecure.
On one hand, I would like my strong FEELINGS to outweigh my worries; on the other hand, I think that people largely create their own feelings. Feelings are not necessarily based on how other people think/feel about you, as much as they are based on your own mind’s perceptions.
So one week you might offer oodles of scrumptious supportive remarks to/about me and it helps me feel utterly great; the next week I forget those words and start to deflate and feel doubtful again.
I wonder if I am someone extra-special to you or just another semi-interesting, semi-casual, semi-new friend who you might not be able to stay attuned to for a very long time due to my ongoing insecurity and other challenges.
Is anyone ever going to desire to adhere to my convoluted brain and stick with me again & again?
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On a semi-related note (the next day), I sometimes think that I am semi-anti-social, compared to many of my friends, who are very fun sociable people. I tend to be more sociable in writing than I am in person.
And so with a man-friend I feel strongly about who has all kinds of other fun friends too, why would he want/need much more of me? Maybe I'm a draggy inundation of sorts instead of just another fun morsel of a more sizable feast.
Sometimes I'm fine with being by myself; sometimes I'm not. I don't like to watch movies by myself, for example, so I don't. So it was super-duper fun this past weekend to be inside an awesomely large artsy rococo theatre multiple times, seeing lots of darkly delicious, horrific horror movies with a yummy friend to squeeze up against.
Now I want to lie down with him, cuddle up with him, whisper with him, and watch lots more...
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On another semi-related note, still looking at children’s books for therapy depresses me, stresses me out, and gives me a headache. I’d like to be above & beyond the First Picture Dictionary. I dislike looking at its kid oriented content (and some of the not so hot memories it stirs up in my mind) plus the rather ridiculous level of concentration it still requires from my brain. Words like pinky and index finger and bracelet don't make sense.
I worked on it for about 15 minutes and then felt so depressed/tired that I layed down and took a nap for a couple hours and why the heck not? What else am I going to do?I mean yes there's lots of stuff that I COULD work on, but is any of it really all that essential? Probably not.
I don't think I've ever been this much of a 'what is the point' type person in my life, but I sometimes am now. Sigh.
I wish to be impassioned again.
It is very hard for me to figure out exactly how I feel about someone and why due to my ongoing difficulties with memory issues related to SPECIFICS.
Mind you, I used to have great memory skills. I didn’t used to easily forget things both little and big.
But these days, since it is so hard for me to remember specific details, if someone starts interacting/communicating with me less than they used to, that might lesson our relationship (no matter how long our relationship has been going on), because I can’t specifically recall all the positive tidbits if they don’t continually happen.
Every week I seem to forget the specifics of many interactions, thus even if you said some fabulously positive and delightful and wonderful things to me last week, I’m back to worrying; wondering why you like me and if you still do. This is really frustrating to me; it is probably frustrating to you too – knowing you’ve expressed oodles of yummy remarks to me and wondering why I still seem doubtful and terribly insecure.
On one hand, I would like my strong FEELINGS to outweigh my worries; on the other hand, I think that people largely create their own feelings. Feelings are not necessarily based on how other people think/feel about you, as much as they are based on your own mind’s perceptions.
So one week you might offer oodles of scrumptious supportive remarks to/about me and it helps me feel utterly great; the next week I forget those words and start to deflate and feel doubtful again.
I wonder if I am someone extra-special to you or just another semi-interesting, semi-casual, semi-new friend who you might not be able to stay attuned to for a very long time due to my ongoing insecurity and other challenges.
Is anyone ever going to desire to adhere to my convoluted brain and stick with me again & again?
***
On a semi-related note (the next day), I sometimes think that I am semi-anti-social, compared to many of my friends, who are very fun sociable people. I tend to be more sociable in writing than I am in person.
And so with a man-friend I feel strongly about who has all kinds of other fun friends too, why would he want/need much more of me? Maybe I'm a draggy inundation of sorts instead of just another fun morsel of a more sizable feast.
Sometimes I'm fine with being by myself; sometimes I'm not. I don't like to watch movies by myself, for example, so I don't. So it was super-duper fun this past weekend to be inside an awesomely large artsy rococo theatre multiple times, seeing lots of darkly delicious, horrific horror movies with a yummy friend to squeeze up against.
Now I want to lie down with him, cuddle up with him, whisper with him, and watch lots more...
***
On another semi-related note, still looking at children’s books for therapy depresses me, stresses me out, and gives me a headache. I’d like to be above & beyond the First Picture Dictionary. I dislike looking at its kid oriented content (and some of the not so hot memories it stirs up in my mind) plus the rather ridiculous level of concentration it still requires from my brain. Words like pinky and index finger and bracelet don't make sense.
I worked on it for about 15 minutes and then felt so depressed/tired that I layed down and took a nap for a couple hours and why the heck not? What else am I going to do?I mean yes there's lots of stuff that I COULD work on, but is any of it really all that essential? Probably not.
I don't think I've ever been this much of a 'what is the point' type person in my life, but I sometimes am now. Sigh.
I wish to be impassioned again.
11/2/11
I’ve never liked the phrase GO WITH THE FLOW
You didn’t like the way I dressed – you read some of my poetry and cried – you were upset by my taste in books – & many times when I expressed a different opinion/point of view than yours, you seemed to think that opinion/point of view of mine was created by or heavily influenced by other people rather than being my own opinion that happened to differ from yours.
That started a very long time ago. I remember it happening a lot back when I was in college. If my opinion wasn’t the same as yours, you seemed to think my opinion was created by/influenced by/controlled by others. For one small example, when instead of being anti-abortion, I became pro-choice, you seemed to think that must have been due to somebody else, rather than due to my own opinion changing as I became an adult.
Since you’ve often seemed to think I’m someone who is overly influenced by others (and since I have always disagreed with that perspective of yours about me), part of me was overly worried/concerned about the chance that you might be using my post-stroke situation as some sort of excuse to rid me of someone/something you had never really liked – and since I don’t want another adult to make a choice for me too quickly (or at all for that matter, because I don’t think adults should try to make lifestyle choices for other adults – offering opinions is one thing; but repeatedly telling someone what they should do is another thing), it took me longer to make my own choice.
I tend to be a slow decision maker anyway, even about little things – and when it comes to a big, major lifestyle decision, I sure don’t want to make my choice too fast. For the most part, it is up to each adult to make their own choices when ready/willing. If it took me too long by some people’s standards, oh well. Lots of things take me too long by some people’s standards and it is important to me to try my best to stay attuned to my own standards/thoughts/feelings/perspectives.
I strongly dislike it when I try to express how I am feeling about something and the person I’m talking to interrupts me and says something like, ‘No, that is NOT the way you feel’ as though I am making up my own thoughts/feelings or as if they think they might be more aware of my own thoughts/feelings than I am. WTF!?! Yes, I have lots of mixed feelings, but that doesn’t make me a faker, a lying person, or a person who wants someone else to tell me how I should feel or how I do feel.
Let me express myself my way.
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(Woke up in the middle of the night a while back and felt compelled to write those notes on papers beside my bed and have now decided to post them here. They probably sound semi-random, but I wanted to write them down again and then throw the papers away).
That started a very long time ago. I remember it happening a lot back when I was in college. If my opinion wasn’t the same as yours, you seemed to think my opinion was created by/influenced by/controlled by others. For one small example, when instead of being anti-abortion, I became pro-choice, you seemed to think that must have been due to somebody else, rather than due to my own opinion changing as I became an adult.
Since you’ve often seemed to think I’m someone who is overly influenced by others (and since I have always disagreed with that perspective of yours about me), part of me was overly worried/concerned about the chance that you might be using my post-stroke situation as some sort of excuse to rid me of someone/something you had never really liked – and since I don’t want another adult to make a choice for me too quickly (or at all for that matter, because I don’t think adults should try to make lifestyle choices for other adults – offering opinions is one thing; but repeatedly telling someone what they should do is another thing), it took me longer to make my own choice.
I tend to be a slow decision maker anyway, even about little things – and when it comes to a big, major lifestyle decision, I sure don’t want to make my choice too fast. For the most part, it is up to each adult to make their own choices when ready/willing. If it took me too long by some people’s standards, oh well. Lots of things take me too long by some people’s standards and it is important to me to try my best to stay attuned to my own standards/thoughts/feelings/perspectives.
I strongly dislike it when I try to express how I am feeling about something and the person I’m talking to interrupts me and says something like, ‘No, that is NOT the way you feel’ as though I am making up my own thoughts/feelings or as if they think they might be more aware of my own thoughts/feelings than I am. WTF!?! Yes, I have lots of mixed feelings, but that doesn’t make me a faker, a lying person, or a person who wants someone else to tell me how I should feel or how I do feel.
Let me express myself my way.
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(Woke up in the middle of the night a while back and felt compelled to write those notes on papers beside my bed and have now decided to post them here. They probably sound semi-random, but I wanted to write them down again and then throw the papers away).
“Tips of the Whip Fling Gold Stars” – the Poetry of Evelyn Lau
"After the latest round of sexual fetishism had snapped to a close, the reader was left wanting more and so was the speaker. She was unsatisfied, alone, desolate, devastated, and desperate. Other times, she was muted, numb, and doubtful of her own capacity to experience true emotion and she desired to do something extreme in order to feel something real"
A snippet from my mini-review of Evelyn Lau's poetry.
Read the whole piece by clicking the link below.
http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/9081479/tips_of_the_whip_fling_gold_stars_the_pg2.html?cat=47
A snippet from my mini-review of Evelyn Lau's poetry.
Read the whole piece by clicking the link below.
http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/9081479/tips_of_the_whip_fling_gold_stars_the_pg2.html?cat=47
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