I try not to go on about age too much (because I don't really care about age too much - except for when it comes to the ridiculously speed-racing passage of time and how fast every year seems to fly by - and how I think for a lot of us, every year goes by so fast that our age is older than we feel FOR YEARS). And then of course, further approaching the progression of impending death.
But since I just turned 51 this week and since I thus stated my age on a few photos I put up online, maybe that's part of the reason why a photo post from a poet friend showed up in my fb Newsfeed and said he was about to turn 31, which then caused me to feel a bit weird about him being so much younger than me (in terms of age, anyway), because I don't tend to think of or view people as being much younger or older, unless they're way younger or older (or act like a kid or a parent in all their interactions).
And so 30 doesn't sound particularly young or old to me; it just sounds like a number. But it's a number that's currently 20 years younger than my number, which escalates the speed-racing passage of time! And also, backtracking in time, I remember having a freak out when I was about to turn 30! And now I've just turned 51! And even though me being 30 feels like quite a while ago now and a whole different part of my life, it doesn't feel like more than 20 years ago! I mean, I still have a lot of significant memories associated with parts of my life in my 20's...and 30's...and 40's... but now I'm in a different decade already.
In a way, it feels a bit weird when a lot of the poets who are getting attention are now 20 years (or more than 20 years) younger than me. But I mean...I was writing and getting published 20 years ago (and more than 20 years ago) too. I was getting published in my twenties, too. But then even more in my thirties and beyond. I thought my poetry really started flourishing (as in, coming out more naturally) at age 33. I think my first full-length poetry book was published when I was 35. Prior to that, I'd had quite a few poetry chapbooks published.
I'm one of those writers who has always loved chapbooks, small presses, indie presses and always will. I think I'll always remain focused on chapbooks. I've had two chapbooks published this year, another one forthcoming soon, and another new chapbook manuscript that I'm currently submitting. I also have a collaborative full-length manuscript I'm submitting and an individual full-length manuscript in-progress, but I seem to have a harder time with full-length manuscripts, both in terms of assembling them (it just takes me a while) and in terms of submitting them (I'm not paying big reading fees or submitting to presses that don't even tell you what happens if they accept your manuscript or that only give you one free copy of your own book).
But now I'm rambling in a different direction when I was supposed to be talking about the speed racing of time. For example, my last individual full-length poetry book was published 5 years ago now and that does not feel like 5 years ago!
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1/10/20
NEW in the January 2020 issue of Ghost City Review! - OTHERWORLDLY FORCE FIELD by me and j/j hastain
"Who am I when I am in charge
of a rototiller. Will I use it as weaponry
against the flowers that don't like me?
What if I'm paranoid about every flower on earth?"
of a rototiller. Will I use it as weaponry
against the flowers that don't like me?
What if I'm paranoid about every flower on earth?"
from the poem "OTHERWORLDLY FORCE FIELD" by j/j hastain and me
delighted to have this poem appearing in the NEW January Issue of GHOST CITY REVIEW and excited to read the rest of the issue 🖤💙🖤
10/28/19
NEW in Elephants Never! A collaborative poem by j/j hastain and me - Until They Are Well Done.
"Everyone decomposes in the end,
so you might as well turn yourself in
to a tree with leaves that will drop
in different directions."
the beginning of the poem "Until They Are Well Done", by j/j hastain and me, appearing within this week's Elephants Never!
read more HERE - https://elephantsnever.com/until-they-are-well-done/
so you might as well turn yourself in
to a tree with leaves that will drop
in different directions."
the beginning of the poem "Until They Are Well Done", by j/j hastain and me, appearing within this week's Elephants Never!
read more HERE - https://elephantsnever.com/until-they-are-well-done/
9/26/16
A collaborative poem by Juliet Cook and Adam Tedesco within the NEW Fall Issue of CONSTRUCTION!
"How many people fall and think
it’s too late to be an organ
donor for anyone anymore?
it’s too late to be an organ
donor for anyone anymore?
My organ music has turned off
you and your skull witch
lab cryogenics cracked into
the shot glass of the mirror."
you and your skull witch
lab cryogenics cracked into
the shot glass of the mirror."
from "Our Last Sabbath Whirring Down", a collaborative poem by Adam Tedesco and myself.
Very excited that this poem appears within the NEW Fall issue of CONSTRUCTION!
You can read it and/or listen to Adam and me read it HERE - http://constructionlitmag.com/the-arts/poetry/our-last-sabbath-whirring-down/
6/23/15
Thank You for Swallowing (my new poem)!
"You want to make me want
what you want for yourself"
what you want for yourself"
from my poem "You pull your latest force field out and shoot another load" now up at Thank You for Swallowing, here! - https://thankyouforswallowing.wordpress.com/2015/06/23/you-pull-your-latest-force-field-out-and-shoot-another-load/
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Last week I got pretty excited and revved up about the new "Thank You for Swallowing" AND this week I have a poem up there AND I think more of you should consider submitting there. :)
SO read my poem...
And/or read some of the other poems already published there....
And/or consider submitting yours, if you're so drawn.
12/4/14
A New Collaborative Poem is Stirring!
"I knew that I
was in a drought
with cast iron replacing the thighs
with no more liquid dripping out."
was in a drought
with cast iron replacing the thighs
with no more liquid dripping out."
from "Clots Push Over the
Edge", a collaborative poem by j/j hastain and Juliet Cook, appearing
within the new December issue of Stirring: A Literary Collection
partake of more here - http://www.sundresspublications.com/stirring/cookj.htm
4/12/14
Happy creepy gross delightful disturbing poetry reading!
Read one of my older poems ("A Few of the Motives" from my 2008 chapbook, Planchette) at Crisis Chronicles Press Cyber Litmag -http://library.crisischronicles.com/2014/04/12/a-few-of-the-motives-by-juliet-cook.aspx AND THEN read (AND listen to me reading) some of my newer poems in the brand new edition of Menacing Hedge -http://www.menacinghedge.com/spring2014/.
At least I think they're poems. I wasn't sure what to call my last piece in Menacing Hedge, "Evacuation", because it's three pages of oddly grossed out poetic language in fictional/revised diary shape. Is that prose poetry? I don't know, but it's SOMETHING getting undressed below the waist and being extracted.
Really looking forward to reading/listening to the other pieces this weekend too! Like really. Like really REALLY!
At least I think they're poems. I wasn't sure what to call my last piece in Menacing Hedge, "Evacuation", because it's three pages of oddly grossed out poetic language in fictional/revised diary shape. Is that prose poetry? I don't know, but it's SOMETHING getting undressed below the waist and being extracted.
Really looking forward to reading/listening to the other pieces this weekend too! Like really. Like really REALLY!
11/6/12
New Poem Up (& Down) & At You
New poem of mine up at Underground Books,
the Kitchen Poet - "What he's really sticking in" -
http://www.undergroundbooks.org/2/post/2012/11/poem-juliet-cook.html
http://www.undergroundbooks.org/2/post/2012/11/poem-juliet-cook.html
"I
was a slice of hot red velvet cake zippered into
a malformed morph. He knew he wanted a bite or two;"
(The first two lines. Read the rest by clicking the link above.)
a malformed morph. He knew he wanted a bite or two;"
(The first two lines. Read the rest by clicking the link above.)
7/1/12
NEW Menacing Hedge
A new online issue of Menacing Hedge went live today - offering art, fiction, poetry & poetry readings by Crystal Hoffman, Jill Khoury, Jessy Randall, Daniel M. Shapiro, and more including six poems by me!
Read and listen to the creative offerings here - http://www.menacinghedge.com/summer2012/
Happy July brimming with poeticism!
Read and listen to the creative offerings here - http://www.menacinghedge.com/summer2012/
Happy July brimming with poeticism!
1/15/12
A few notes related to my Blood Pudding Press
Poems are often smaller than fiction or full-length quantity innards, but tend to be more intense and powerful, in word style oriented ways and emotionally speaking. A smaller, artsy hand-designed size for vaster mentally linked force fields creates an intense fusion, brimming with uniquely unusual powers.
Poems can be interpreted very differently by different readers; which makes the chapbook design process quite interesting. Poetry often relates to emotions, feelings, or other sorts of oddly intrinsic details, and sometimes tends to elicit visual sensations and artistic imagery within my brain.
Since the poets I choose to publish are poets whose work fits my style and sensibilities and whose poetry I feel strongly about, the publishing process tends to work well. If I published poetry that was not my style, that would be a lot tougher and less enjoyable and less passion-inducing and what would be the point of that?
There are so many different styles of poetry and poetry publishers, but I think most poets have poet friends, if not in person, ONLINE poet friends, and since some of your poet friends probably share stylistic similarities with you in terms of the kind of art they like and the kind of content that interests them, you're likely to receive hints and linkage that way.
Print publications can be a bit trickier than online publications in that you can conduct a lot of content oriented advance research of online publications, whereas with print ones, you can probably just see cover photos until you buy a chap or two - and you probably don't want to submit to a source whose style is not yours, both visually and content-wise.
Still though, a small press that would be a good fit for your stylistics has probably published a couple other poets you like and thus you can purchase a few of their chapbooks and/or trust them - or you can just take an interesting semi-risk.
Partake of some Blood Pudding Press offerings here:
http://www.etsy.com/shop/BloodPuddingPress
Read more about small press publishing here:
http://voices.yahoo.com/diy-poetry-publishing-power-2698564.html?cat=38
Poems can be interpreted very differently by different readers; which makes the chapbook design process quite interesting. Poetry often relates to emotions, feelings, or other sorts of oddly intrinsic details, and sometimes tends to elicit visual sensations and artistic imagery within my brain.
Since the poets I choose to publish are poets whose work fits my style and sensibilities and whose poetry I feel strongly about, the publishing process tends to work well. If I published poetry that was not my style, that would be a lot tougher and less enjoyable and less passion-inducing and what would be the point of that?
There are so many different styles of poetry and poetry publishers, but I think most poets have poet friends, if not in person, ONLINE poet friends, and since some of your poet friends probably share stylistic similarities with you in terms of the kind of art they like and the kind of content that interests them, you're likely to receive hints and linkage that way.
Print publications can be a bit trickier than online publications in that you can conduct a lot of content oriented advance research of online publications, whereas with print ones, you can probably just see cover photos until you buy a chap or two - and you probably don't want to submit to a source whose style is not yours, both visually and content-wise.
Still though, a small press that would be a good fit for your stylistics has probably published a couple other poets you like and thus you can purchase a few of their chapbooks and/or trust them - or you can just take an interesting semi-risk.
Partake of some Blood Pudding Press offerings here:
http://www.etsy.com/shop/BloodPuddingPress
Read more about small press publishing here:
http://voices.yahoo.com/diy-poetry-publishing-power-2698564.html?cat=38
1/2/10
Happy New Year!
I have two new poems published to start the New Year, in two differerent online poetry publications.
The first I'll mention is an older poem called 'Sullied Honey'. Several years ago, this piece was accepted by a horror genre magazine called Poe Little Thing, but the issue it was supposed to appear in never materialized, as far as I know. Maybe the magazine folded or something. This poem never quite seemed to fit into any of my collections, but I still liked it, so I eventually decided to resubmit it--and it was picked up by the wonderfully quirkilcious ROBOT MELON.
Check it out in issue ten (click the N) here:
http://www.robotmelon.com/
If so inclined, you can also click the T to visit issue 5 from the archives, to read a couple more of my poems: 'Glass Cake Plate' (which also appears in my first full-length book Horrific Confection) & 'Pepper Shaker' (which also appears in my chapbook, PINK LEOTARD & SHOCK COLLAR).
As for the aforementioned 'Sullied Honey', it appears nowhere excerpt HERE (along with work by Nicolle Elizabeth, Mark Cunningham, Jac Jemc, and more):
http://www.robotmelon.com/issueten.html
I also have a NEWER new poem published in a VERY new (first issue new) female-centric literary magazine called Bone Bouquet, which you may check out HERE (along with work by Daniella Pafunda, Sarah Vap, Allison Layfield, and more):
http://bonebouquet.wordpress.com/
If my Nellie Oleson poem piques your interest, I have another Nellie Oleson poem currently online in Prayers for Children, HERE:
http://www.prayersforchildren.be/first-degree.htm
I also have another piece from this mini-series forthcoming (in print) in The Columbia Poetry Review.
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I desired to post a new issue of Thirteen Myna Birds for the New Year and I shall soon, but I'm still craving at least a few more pieces of new content to add to the furiously fizzy little mixer. Check out my guidelines at http://13myna.blogspot.com/ and if you think you have some material that fits the bill aka beak, do feel free to send it my way. I have four new pieces of content waiting in the wings right now and as soon I receive a few more that ruffle my feathers the right way, the new issue shall be brought to life, hopefully by the middle of the week.
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Speaking of female-centric literary, I'm trying to finish up a piece for the upcoming Delirious Hem forum 'This is What a Feminst Poet Looks Like'; the forum will tentatively hit the scene January 15, so stay tuned for sundry and diverse takes on feminist poetics from a variety of hot female poets. I'm writing about meat curtains in mine.
As if that isn't juicy enough, I will be writing a new column for Read Write Poem this year (2010 baby), loosely centered around the theme of (conflicted) feminisms and (warped) poetics, so keep an eye out for more details about that soon.
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P.S. Once more for good measure--some best poetry books of 2009: http://bit.ly/4VPoyg (and coming soon--some predictions for 2010).
The first I'll mention is an older poem called 'Sullied Honey'. Several years ago, this piece was accepted by a horror genre magazine called Poe Little Thing, but the issue it was supposed to appear in never materialized, as far as I know. Maybe the magazine folded or something. This poem never quite seemed to fit into any of my collections, but I still liked it, so I eventually decided to resubmit it--and it was picked up by the wonderfully quirkilcious ROBOT MELON.
Check it out in issue ten (click the N) here:
http://www.robotmelon.com/
If so inclined, you can also click the T to visit issue 5 from the archives, to read a couple more of my poems: 'Glass Cake Plate' (which also appears in my first full-length book Horrific Confection) & 'Pepper Shaker' (which also appears in my chapbook, PINK LEOTARD & SHOCK COLLAR).
As for the aforementioned 'Sullied Honey', it appears nowhere excerpt HERE (along with work by Nicolle Elizabeth, Mark Cunningham, Jac Jemc, and more):
http://www.robotmelon.com/issueten.html
I also have a NEWER new poem published in a VERY new (first issue new) female-centric literary magazine called Bone Bouquet, which you may check out HERE (along with work by Daniella Pafunda, Sarah Vap, Allison Layfield, and more):
http://bonebouquet.wordpress.com/
If my Nellie Oleson poem piques your interest, I have another Nellie Oleson poem currently online in Prayers for Children, HERE:
http://www.prayersforchildren.be/first-degree.htm
I also have another piece from this mini-series forthcoming (in print) in The Columbia Poetry Review.
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I desired to post a new issue of Thirteen Myna Birds for the New Year and I shall soon, but I'm still craving at least a few more pieces of new content to add to the furiously fizzy little mixer. Check out my guidelines at http://13myna.blogspot.com/ and if you think you have some material that fits the bill aka beak, do feel free to send it my way. I have four new pieces of content waiting in the wings right now and as soon I receive a few more that ruffle my feathers the right way, the new issue shall be brought to life, hopefully by the middle of the week.
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Speaking of female-centric literary, I'm trying to finish up a piece for the upcoming Delirious Hem forum 'This is What a Feminst Poet Looks Like'; the forum will tentatively hit the scene January 15, so stay tuned for sundry and diverse takes on feminist poetics from a variety of hot female poets. I'm writing about meat curtains in mine.
As if that isn't juicy enough, I will be writing a new column for Read Write Poem this year (2010 baby), loosely centered around the theme of (conflicted) feminisms and (warped) poetics, so keep an eye out for more details about that soon.
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P.S. Once more for good measure--some best poetry books of 2009: http://bit.ly/4VPoyg (and coming soon--some predictions for 2010).
9/19/09
IS THERE PIG IN FROSTING?
I was having one of those slow, achey, icky days in terms of personal physicality and productivity (um, maybe that is pretty much just an overly wordy way to say I have one of my headaches), BUT I must make mention of some extra-special excitingly delightful news I have received. Er, actually, you can read the news for yourself on the Slash Pine Press blog:
http://www.slashpinepress.blogspot.com/
http://www.slashpinepress.blogspot.com/
Just in case you don't feel like leaving my blog until after you've read this whole entry: the gist is that my chapbook manuscript FONDANT PIG ANGST is going to be published by Slash Pine Press, a new independent press that not only has a great name, but also a highly appealing mission statement, which includes the resonant phrase, "a process of risk and otherness".
And I am going to be the press's very first author!
I'm super-duper excited about this and will have more to say on this matter soon.
Not right now, because despite this superb news, I am pretty off-kilter today.
This news is almost unbelievably exciting though, right? I can hardly believe I've won a book contest type thingee! Pinch me! Woohoo!
P.S. Also, Dana Guthrie Martin's ROBOT has agreed to write a book blurb for me. Pinch me again! Woohoo!
9/9/09
self portraits
I'm pleased as spiked punch to report I have three new self-portrait poems online in the wonderful latest issue of Oranges & Sardines (Poets & Artists), hereabouts:
http://www.poetsandartists.com/
I must admit I never quite expected to see my name immediately following Billy Collins's name in the bios section of a literary magazine--and that's for more reasons than one. Ahem.
In any case, I can hardly wait to partake of the entire issue in all its poetic and visual art glory. Yum!
I think the issue went live this past weekend, but I'm playing catch-up after a beatiful Labor Day getaway that involved hiking, swimming, fishing, and more in the lovely Adirondacks region of upstate New York. Perhaps I'll post a few photos soon.
But for now if you'd like self-portrait photos, see my previous entry here (and if you'd like designer vaginas, see my entry before that) and if you'd like self-portrait poems and art galore, simply click the link above and look inside...
My poems therein play with stuffed peppers, queer cane toads, and sugary sponges, amongst other oddball entities.
More new poetry coming soon in Abjective, Action Yes, Bone Bouquet, Diagram, Melusine, Prayers for Children, Robot Melon, and more.
Now if only somebody would offer me an honorary professorship or some other paying gig, preferably creative.
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Here's one each of me on the water (Great Sacandaga Lake) and me on a mountain (Hadley Mountain), from our Labor Day weekend getaway in the Adirondacks, upstate New York. I posted a few more on my Facebook.
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little Friday update: I deleted that 'stick figure sexiness' entry that I'd posted last evening. It was a piece of older writing that I stumbled upon amongst my poetry whilst working on assembling a new chapbook manuscript last night and whereas it seemed quirkily appealing last night, it seemed oddly embarrassing this morning. That happens a lot.
Only six varietals of vintage lace remaining in the Blood Pudding Press etsy shop at http://www.bloodpuddingpress.etsy.com/.
The new chapbook manuscript in progress is tentatively titled 'Soft Foam'.
I finished partaking of the above-linked issue of Oranges & Sardines yesterday and thought it was a wonderful read as well as an extravaganza of provocative visual delights. Furthermore, it was excellently edited.
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Wow, speaking of poetry chapbooks, a new sequence of six short poems called (B)URN has just been accepted for publication as a Gold Wake e-chap! Coming soon!
I am in a short manuscript assembling kind of mood...
http://www.poetsandartists.com/
I must admit I never quite expected to see my name immediately following Billy Collins's name in the bios section of a literary magazine--and that's for more reasons than one. Ahem.
In any case, I can hardly wait to partake of the entire issue in all its poetic and visual art glory. Yum!
I think the issue went live this past weekend, but I'm playing catch-up after a beatiful Labor Day getaway that involved hiking, swimming, fishing, and more in the lovely Adirondacks region of upstate New York. Perhaps I'll post a few photos soon.
But for now if you'd like self-portrait photos, see my previous entry here (and if you'd like designer vaginas, see my entry before that) and if you'd like self-portrait poems and art galore, simply click the link above and look inside...
My poems therein play with stuffed peppers, queer cane toads, and sugary sponges, amongst other oddball entities.
More new poetry coming soon in Abjective, Action Yes, Bone Bouquet, Diagram, Melusine, Prayers for Children, Robot Melon, and more.
Now if only somebody would offer me an honorary professorship or some other paying gig, preferably creative.
***
Here's one each of me on the water (Great Sacandaga Lake) and me on a mountain (Hadley Mountain), from our Labor Day weekend getaway in the Adirondacks, upstate New York. I posted a few more on my Facebook.
***
little Friday update: I deleted that 'stick figure sexiness' entry that I'd posted last evening. It was a piece of older writing that I stumbled upon amongst my poetry whilst working on assembling a new chapbook manuscript last night and whereas it seemed quirkily appealing last night, it seemed oddly embarrassing this morning. That happens a lot.
Only six varietals of vintage lace remaining in the Blood Pudding Press etsy shop at http://www.bloodpuddingpress.etsy.com/.
The new chapbook manuscript in progress is tentatively titled 'Soft Foam'.
I finished partaking of the above-linked issue of Oranges & Sardines yesterday and thought it was a wonderful read as well as an extravaganza of provocative visual delights. Furthermore, it was excellently edited.
***
Wow, speaking of poetry chapbooks, a new sequence of six short poems called (B)URN has just been accepted for publication as a Gold Wake e-chap! Coming soon!
I am in a short manuscript assembling kind of mood...
8/28/09
my designer vaginas are (a)live
Diode is one of my favorite online poetry magazines, so I am especially excited and pleased that they were the first publication to ride my designer vagina action.
By designer vaginas I mean poems. Diode has published a sequence of three in their second anniversary issue, which just went live today at http://www.diodepoetry.com/
I also had a poem in their first anniversary issue and this is a most succulent breed of deja vu.
This issue is so good, too. I already read it in its entirety (I sneakily did so yesterday, when I was sent a link to proof my poems) and it was a long and satisfying reading experience, with myraid delights. Highlights for me included the poems of Craig Beaven, Mary Biddinger, Oliver De La Paz, Brent Goodman, and Ada Limon--but really, just about the whole issue is a top-notch cornucopia of juicy wordmeats. Yay!
I have another designer vagina coming soon in Diagram (another favored online magazine) and a few more whoring themselves out. Just kidding, they're not whores. It's just hard to resist these awful figures of speech when I'm trying to plug my designer vaginas (oops).
But I do have a few more circulating, plus I'm working on writing a few more, one of which might be about robot designer vaginas. I'm trying to launch a full frontal attack of designer vaginas (oops).
In Blood Pudding Press news, did you check out the first review of the Virtual Book Tour of Lisa's Ciccarello's chapbook yesterday? See the bottom of my previous entry here for more details--or see the Blood Pudding Press blog for even more. Just click the bloody telekinetic female to your right.
Also, I'm planning to update Thirteen Myna Birds later today with a Neko Case poem by Adam Fieled. If you want to be in the company of a Neko Case poem, proposition me within the next few hours.
By proposition me I mean send me poems.
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Speaking of monstrous creations, check out these fiendishly grotesque Halloween delights:
http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/2107065/scary_and_fun_halloween_dinner_recipes.html?cat=22
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And how about some fun fall fashion?
http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/2055419/fun_and_easy_summer_to_fall_fashion.html?cat=46
http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/2119977/fun_fall_footwear_for_the_budget_conscious.html?cat=46
By designer vaginas I mean poems. Diode has published a sequence of three in their second anniversary issue, which just went live today at http://www.diodepoetry.com/
I also had a poem in their first anniversary issue and this is a most succulent breed of deja vu.
This issue is so good, too. I already read it in its entirety (I sneakily did so yesterday, when I was sent a link to proof my poems) and it was a long and satisfying reading experience, with myraid delights. Highlights for me included the poems of Craig Beaven, Mary Biddinger, Oliver De La Paz, Brent Goodman, and Ada Limon--but really, just about the whole issue is a top-notch cornucopia of juicy wordmeats. Yay!
I have another designer vagina coming soon in Diagram (another favored online magazine) and a few more whoring themselves out. Just kidding, they're not whores. It's just hard to resist these awful figures of speech when I'm trying to plug my designer vaginas (oops).
But I do have a few more circulating, plus I'm working on writing a few more, one of which might be about robot designer vaginas. I'm trying to launch a full frontal attack of designer vaginas (oops).
In Blood Pudding Press news, did you check out the first review of the Virtual Book Tour of Lisa's Ciccarello's chapbook yesterday? See the bottom of my previous entry here for more details--or see the Blood Pudding Press blog for even more. Just click the bloody telekinetic female to your right.
Also, I'm planning to update Thirteen Myna Birds later today with a Neko Case poem by Adam Fieled. If you want to be in the company of a Neko Case poem, proposition me within the next few hours.
By proposition me I mean send me poems.
*
Speaking of monstrous creations, check out these fiendishly grotesque Halloween delights:
http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/2107065/scary_and_fun_halloween_dinner_recipes.html?cat=22
*
And how about some fun fall fashion?
http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/2055419/fun_and_easy_summer_to_fall_fashion.html?cat=46
http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/2119977/fun_fall_footwear_for_the_budget_conscious.html?cat=46
7/21/09
Tongue Like a Stinger (now with more angst!)
My latest e-chapbook, Tongue Like a Stinger, has just been published by Wheelhouse Press. Please feel free to check it out here:
http://www.wheelhousemagazine.com/chapbook/cook.pdf
It has been published concurrently with two other new e-chapbooks, which I look forward to reading soon--Xenomorphia by Matina Stamatakis & John Moore Williams and Over This Here Rainbow by Lars Palm.
You can read what Wheelhouse editor David Wolach has to say about these chapbooks, the Wheelhouse mission, and other exciting upcoming projects at his blog here:
http://davidwolach.blogspot.com/
A sort of hybrid of older work with new material, my chapbook might appeal to those who find some of my latest poetry a little too visceral or in-your-face for their liking. The 'Tongue Like a Stinger' collection is slightly more subtle; not a lot more subtle, just slightly.
It's about birds and bees and fur and tentacles and implanted debris and tainted femininity and more. It includes my Best of the Net 2007 winning and Pushcart Prize nominated poem, 'Some Explanations for Fainting Goats' and more. I designed the collage art cover with various images inlcuding a photo of a bird skeleton found in somebody's attic, which had to be disposed of after my photography session, because flesh was still clinging to the bones and it stunk.
If you're in the mood for my more in-your-face and oozing, my latest print chapbook, PINK LEOTARD & SHOCK COLLAR is newly available from Spooky Girlfriend Press in a small print run, costs less than a fast food meal, and has already been described as "outrageously pungent" (Adam Fieled, poet & critic):
http://spooky-girlfriend.blogspot.com/2009/07/now-available-pink-leotard-shock-collar.html
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In other writing/editing news: new flight formation winging its way onto the scene some time tomorrow, dog warts article in progress, revamped DIY feminist poetry publishing article in progress, I have quite a few writing assignments on my platter that I pretty much need to finish up in the next week, plus I need to get started on the next Blood Pudding Press chapbook, egads!
At least I finished a chapbook review yesterday and submitted it to The Chapbook Review.
At least I got a dreaded doctor's appointment out of the way today and a not so dreaded hair cut.
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Update: Another tidbit of poetic good news--I have received a poetry acceptance from Action, Yes! YAY!!!
Plus, I just realized I now have ten published chapbooks (not counting the one that's out of print)! Five self-published through Blood Pudding Press (inlcuding two collaborations) and five published by other small presses (including two e-chapbooks). WOW!
Plus one more chapbook manuscript in circulation and one more collaboration in progress.
Poetry Poetry Poetry, go go go!
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Thursday update: I wonder if people think I'm being too self-congratulatory or overly self-promotional when I write up peppy little spiels like the above. Well, right now I'm in the midst of a small wave of discouragement (hopefully, it will pass soon enough and then I might delete this bit, because I don't want my blog to seem too negative or self-defeating). I truly do adore and become excited about poetry projects and I've had a pretty darn grand poetry week or so, with the publication of TWO new chapbooks, an acceptance from one of my highly-coveted wish list mags and more,
BUT...
A small wave of discouragement just came over me. Maybe it was because I found out today that a nifty freelance writing gig I recently applied for did not come my way. It was a writing gig for the Onion News Network. Of course, I'd prefer to write poetry, but poetry doesn't pay the bills, unless you have some kind of academic job, which I don't. Sometimes I get tired of taking consumer surveys online and writing little freelance articles about dog warts in order to make three dollars (not an exaggeration).
'Well, I'm not going to be a writer for the Onion News Network,' I semi-dejectedly informed my husband a little while ago.
'Well, neither am I, ' he replied.
Yeah, but he didn't spend nearly three full days working on the writing application.
I probably spend more time on my writing stuff than many people spend on their full-time jobs, but where has it gotten me? Okay, that's not a fair question. It's gotten me plenty. I've had lots of poems published--I have a book--I've published ten poetry chapbooks in the last three years, which I realized last evening and which seemed sort of impressive at the time--so I guess that must mean I'm doing something right with my poetry.
Yet every month, I struggle to pay my household bills, which is very stressful to say the least.
For thirteen years, I worked for the same company--for the last decade, it was one office job or another, passionless yet tolerable and with a company I didn't dislike. It wasn't a high-paying gig, but it was enough for a non-materialistic sort such as me, plus I had good benefits. This past November, my "position was eliminated due to organizational restructuring". I could go off on a long, bitter tangent about certain suspicions of underhandedness, but I won't.
Instead I will jump to the part about how I've applied for about 80 jobs since then (no exaggeration) and haven't gotten one yet and I don't think it's because my resume is bad or anything like that; I'm not sure what it's because of. I know the economy has been bad, I know the job market is very competitive, blah blah blah. Still, I've applied for about 80 jobs--from full-time to part-time, from well-paying to crappy-paying, ranging from university jobs to medical center jobs to art galleries to libraries to government jobs to office jobs to Call Center jobs to barista jobs and more. And I guess if my unemployment benefits run out, I'll start applying at fast food eateries, convenience marts, and gas stations, too.
So just in case anyone reads my blog and I'm giddily writing about my latest publication credits or poetry chapbooks or whatever and you think to yourself, 'Golly, way to pat yourself on the back about your ten chapbooks, Mrs. Egomaniac', you might want to consider that a big part of the reason for that (in addition to the fact that I really do get genuinely super duper excited about poetry stuff) is because POETRY is one area in my life in which things are going well and I have a lot of small successes and it makes me feel good about myself and happy. Which is not so much the case in certain other areas of my life.
Such as the elusive career area. Am I doing something wrong? Should I be investing less time into my poetry and more time into writing articles about dog warts or something even less appealing to me?
It's just that there's so much to do in the realm of writing. Writing and publishing my own poetry, publishing other's poetry and book reviews (because I like to give back to the poetry community), writing freelance articles, advertising and promoting and designing and brainstorming and organizing and reading...
Indeed, I've already let blogging fall way off; my participation in the blogosphere used to be much more extensive, but something had to give to make way for the consumer surveys and the freelance articles and the time-consuming, ongoing job search activities and the seemingly perpetual following up with people who don't get back to me. By the way, in addition to my resume, I now have a whole computerized folder of different cover letters that can be adapted to fit different job openings. I have an administrative cover letter, an art job cover letter, a library job cover letter, a customer service cover letter, an editor cover letter, and a freelance writer cover letter, among others. Apparently none of them are successful. But at least my poetry is.
Well, successful in most every way except for the bill-paying kind of success, which is probably the kind of success that matters most to a lot of people. In fact, an even more common response to my poetry chapbook pep talk would probably be something like, 'Who CARES if you have ten poetry chapbooks?'
So I was just trying to convince myself that I cared (which I do), since occasionally a wave of discouragement or deflation will overcome me and I'll feel like I'm writing into a void...
It just seems like it would make more sense if I could manage to earn my livelihood via the pursuits that I am truly passionate about, driven towards, committed to, and invest LOTS of genuinely-intended time, effort, and energy into, but alack.
Okay, enough angsty ranting. I'll try to come back later with more peppy promo, related to poetry, the Luna Chicks, and feral ferocity.
http://www.wheelhousemagazine.com/chapbook/cook.pdf
It has been published concurrently with two other new e-chapbooks, which I look forward to reading soon--Xenomorphia by Matina Stamatakis & John Moore Williams and Over This Here Rainbow by Lars Palm.
You can read what Wheelhouse editor David Wolach has to say about these chapbooks, the Wheelhouse mission, and other exciting upcoming projects at his blog here:
http://davidwolach.blogspot.com/
A sort of hybrid of older work with new material, my chapbook might appeal to those who find some of my latest poetry a little too visceral or in-your-face for their liking. The 'Tongue Like a Stinger' collection is slightly more subtle; not a lot more subtle, just slightly.
It's about birds and bees and fur and tentacles and implanted debris and tainted femininity and more. It includes my Best of the Net 2007 winning and Pushcart Prize nominated poem, 'Some Explanations for Fainting Goats' and more. I designed the collage art cover with various images inlcuding a photo of a bird skeleton found in somebody's attic, which had to be disposed of after my photography session, because flesh was still clinging to the bones and it stunk.
If you're in the mood for my more in-your-face and oozing, my latest print chapbook, PINK LEOTARD & SHOCK COLLAR is newly available from Spooky Girlfriend Press in a small print run, costs less than a fast food meal, and has already been described as "outrageously pungent" (Adam Fieled, poet & critic):
http://spooky-girlfriend.blogspot.com/2009/07/now-available-pink-leotard-shock-collar.html
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In other writing/editing news: new flight formation winging its way onto the scene some time tomorrow, dog warts article in progress, revamped DIY feminist poetry publishing article in progress, I have quite a few writing assignments on my platter that I pretty much need to finish up in the next week, plus I need to get started on the next Blood Pudding Press chapbook, egads!
At least I finished a chapbook review yesterday and submitted it to The Chapbook Review.
At least I got a dreaded doctor's appointment out of the way today and a not so dreaded hair cut.
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Update: Another tidbit of poetic good news--I have received a poetry acceptance from Action, Yes! YAY!!!
Plus, I just realized I now have ten published chapbooks (not counting the one that's out of print)! Five self-published through Blood Pudding Press (inlcuding two collaborations) and five published by other small presses (including two e-chapbooks). WOW!
Plus one more chapbook manuscript in circulation and one more collaboration in progress.
Poetry Poetry Poetry, go go go!
*
Thursday update: I wonder if people think I'm being too self-congratulatory or overly self-promotional when I write up peppy little spiels like the above. Well, right now I'm in the midst of a small wave of discouragement (hopefully, it will pass soon enough and then I might delete this bit, because I don't want my blog to seem too negative or self-defeating). I truly do adore and become excited about poetry projects and I've had a pretty darn grand poetry week or so, with the publication of TWO new chapbooks, an acceptance from one of my highly-coveted wish list mags and more,
BUT...
A small wave of discouragement just came over me. Maybe it was because I found out today that a nifty freelance writing gig I recently applied for did not come my way. It was a writing gig for the Onion News Network. Of course, I'd prefer to write poetry, but poetry doesn't pay the bills, unless you have some kind of academic job, which I don't. Sometimes I get tired of taking consumer surveys online and writing little freelance articles about dog warts in order to make three dollars (not an exaggeration).
'Well, I'm not going to be a writer for the Onion News Network,' I semi-dejectedly informed my husband a little while ago.
'Well, neither am I, ' he replied.
Yeah, but he didn't spend nearly three full days working on the writing application.
I probably spend more time on my writing stuff than many people spend on their full-time jobs, but where has it gotten me? Okay, that's not a fair question. It's gotten me plenty. I've had lots of poems published--I have a book--I've published ten poetry chapbooks in the last three years, which I realized last evening and which seemed sort of impressive at the time--so I guess that must mean I'm doing something right with my poetry.
Yet every month, I struggle to pay my household bills, which is very stressful to say the least.
For thirteen years, I worked for the same company--for the last decade, it was one office job or another, passionless yet tolerable and with a company I didn't dislike. It wasn't a high-paying gig, but it was enough for a non-materialistic sort such as me, plus I had good benefits. This past November, my "position was eliminated due to organizational restructuring". I could go off on a long, bitter tangent about certain suspicions of underhandedness, but I won't.
Instead I will jump to the part about how I've applied for about 80 jobs since then (no exaggeration) and haven't gotten one yet and I don't think it's because my resume is bad or anything like that; I'm not sure what it's because of. I know the economy has been bad, I know the job market is very competitive, blah blah blah. Still, I've applied for about 80 jobs--from full-time to part-time, from well-paying to crappy-paying, ranging from university jobs to medical center jobs to art galleries to libraries to government jobs to office jobs to Call Center jobs to barista jobs and more. And I guess if my unemployment benefits run out, I'll start applying at fast food eateries, convenience marts, and gas stations, too.
So just in case anyone reads my blog and I'm giddily writing about my latest publication credits or poetry chapbooks or whatever and you think to yourself, 'Golly, way to pat yourself on the back about your ten chapbooks, Mrs. Egomaniac', you might want to consider that a big part of the reason for that (in addition to the fact that I really do get genuinely super duper excited about poetry stuff) is because POETRY is one area in my life in which things are going well and I have a lot of small successes and it makes me feel good about myself and happy. Which is not so much the case in certain other areas of my life.
Such as the elusive career area. Am I doing something wrong? Should I be investing less time into my poetry and more time into writing articles about dog warts or something even less appealing to me?
It's just that there's so much to do in the realm of writing. Writing and publishing my own poetry, publishing other's poetry and book reviews (because I like to give back to the poetry community), writing freelance articles, advertising and promoting and designing and brainstorming and organizing and reading...
Indeed, I've already let blogging fall way off; my participation in the blogosphere used to be much more extensive, but something had to give to make way for the consumer surveys and the freelance articles and the time-consuming, ongoing job search activities and the seemingly perpetual following up with people who don't get back to me. By the way, in addition to my resume, I now have a whole computerized folder of different cover letters that can be adapted to fit different job openings. I have an administrative cover letter, an art job cover letter, a library job cover letter, a customer service cover letter, an editor cover letter, and a freelance writer cover letter, among others. Apparently none of them are successful. But at least my poetry is.
Well, successful in most every way except for the bill-paying kind of success, which is probably the kind of success that matters most to a lot of people. In fact, an even more common response to my poetry chapbook pep talk would probably be something like, 'Who CARES if you have ten poetry chapbooks?'
So I was just trying to convince myself that I cared (which I do), since occasionally a wave of discouragement or deflation will overcome me and I'll feel like I'm writing into a void...
It just seems like it would make more sense if I could manage to earn my livelihood via the pursuits that I am truly passionate about, driven towards, committed to, and invest LOTS of genuinely-intended time, effort, and energy into, but alack.
Okay, enough angsty ranting. I'll try to come back later with more peppy promo, related to poetry, the Luna Chicks, and feral ferocity.
5/28/09
new poetry online plus new interview
Bloody ballet slippers, semi-sinister subdermal implantation, pomosexual blubber & more in my two new poems now published online by the Scapegoat Review. Into the stew pot!
http://scapegoatreview.com/
(I'm actually not sure when this Spring 2009 issue went live; it might or might not have been a while ago; but I never recall receiving an email heads up about it, so I just noticed today.)
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Also, at the mixed media-licious 'What to Wear During an Orange Alert' website, you can partake of an interview with me regarding Blood Pudding Press, social marketing, Horrific Confection, & more. Glug, glug, glug.
http://www.orangealert.net/cook
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P.S. I mentioned in the above-noted interview, when answering a q. about my first full-length poetry book, 'Horrific Confection', which was published by BlazeVOX as both an e-book and in print, that I felt a bit deflated 'cuz I had only sold three print copies. Well since then, BlazeVOX editor Geoffrey Gatza sent me an email to let me know that the e-book incarnation has received about 4500 unique downloads, so that made me feel better.
http://scapegoatreview.com/
(I'm actually not sure when this Spring 2009 issue went live; it might or might not have been a while ago; but I never recall receiving an email heads up about it, so I just noticed today.)
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Also, at the mixed media-licious 'What to Wear During an Orange Alert' website, you can partake of an interview with me regarding Blood Pudding Press, social marketing, Horrific Confection, & more. Glug, glug, glug.
http://www.orangealert.net/cook
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P.S. I mentioned in the above-noted interview, when answering a q. about my first full-length poetry book, 'Horrific Confection', which was published by BlazeVOX as both an e-book and in print, that I felt a bit deflated 'cuz I had only sold three print copies. Well since then, BlazeVOX editor Geoffrey Gatza sent me an email to let me know that the e-book incarnation has received about 4500 unique downloads, so that made me feel better.
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