A Talking Poetics interview/conversation with me about poetry-related subject matter is up at the ottawa poetry newsletter today. Thank you very much to rob mclennan for asking me these questions. http://ottawapoetry.blogspot.com/2020/12/talking-poetics-34-juliet-cook.html
Showing posts with label Juliet Cook 2020. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Juliet Cook 2020. Show all posts
11/9/20
NEW! Two of my Museum of Impending Death poems AND a collaborative poem by me and Martin Willitts Jr appear in Sublunary Review!
Sublunary Review includes two of Juliet Cook's Museum of Impending Death poems and a collaborative poem by Cook and Martin Willitts Jr.
"Everything we touch
could be destruction."
HERE - https://www.sublunaryreview.com/home/musem-of-impending-death-and-my-journal-has-never-been-the-same
10/17/20
9/2/20
One more Juliet Cook Pandemic Portrait by Collin J Rae
This is the last one of these Pandemic Portraits I'll be posting for now.
I really appreciate Collin J Rae taking all these artsy pandemic portrait photos of me.
I usually don't really like looking at myself all that much (other than to see what I look like), but with these warped creations, I can look at myself from all these different angles and lenses and weird shapes and sizes and colors and hybrid creature-ization that makes it feel way more interesting. Kind of like visual poetry and open to various interpretations.
Sometime in the next few days, I need to download the rest of my August photos off my own camera and phone and I'll probably have more of my own selfies on there. I don't remember what's on there; I'll see when I download it. All I remember is a few sock photos, a few black flower photos (before it dies), and trying to zoom in and make my thigh look triple it's actual size so that I look like I have a small head with the legs of a grotesque giant..
Maybe I took some more poetry chapbook photos too.
I really appreciate Collin J Rae taking all these artsy pandemic portrait photos of me.
I usually don't really like looking at myself all that much (other than to see what I look like), but with these warped creations, I can look at myself from all these different angles and lenses and weird shapes and sizes and colors and hybrid creature-ization that makes it feel way more interesting. Kind of like visual poetry and open to various interpretations.
Sometime in the next few days, I need to download the rest of my August photos off my own camera and phone and I'll probably have more of my own selfies on there. I don't remember what's on there; I'll see when I download it. All I remember is a few sock photos, a few black flower photos (before it dies), and trying to zoom in and make my thigh look triple it's actual size so that I look like I have a small head with the legs of a grotesque giant..
Maybe I took some more poetry chapbook photos too.
8/31/20
8/24/20
My Histrionics Inside My Interior City is two months and one day old (and still alive and waiting for you to read it)!
13 pages of poetry filled with vomit, vodka, demented ghost corpses and so on and so forth...
You can donate a dollar or teleport me a tiny martini or read it for free - and you can also read lots of other Ghost City Press Micro-Chaps.
HISTRIONICS - https://ghostcitypress.com/2020-summer-series/histrionics-inside-my-interior-city?fbclid=IwAR2YU4HoYV5YmBJLVCTAIabEEY2RL7nSoXAXUO2JEUKbFxidV_Z-eLK2iKQ
Lots of others - https://ghostcitypress.com/2020-summer-series?fbclid=IwAR127ngw2OW3sn6Q69dJQklZTTkDhnAEQVWqA9ByUoMIivP7V8q2HYvFchQ
8/13/20
8/9/20
7/27/20
NEW! My poem "Industrial Carousel" appears within The Rising Phoenix Review!
"Sometimes I feel like I’m on a bad dream carousel,
moving in rickety circles, taking turns
sitting on different unnatural broken animals.
A never ending damaged carnival ride.
Every horse has different side effects.
The only think they all have in common
is they’re all fake and will eventually break,
make you start over again and make you pay."
from my poem, "Industrial Carousel", making an appearance in The Rising Phoenix Review
moving in rickety circles, taking turns
sitting on different unnatural broken animals.
A never ending damaged carnival ride.
Every horse has different side effects.
The only think they all have in common
is they’re all fake and will eventually break,
make you start over again and make you pay."
from my poem, "Industrial Carousel", making an appearance in The Rising Phoenix Review
7/11/20
NEW! This Rotten Trumpet is Our Leader by me & Martin Willitts Jr is up at The Rising Phoenix Review!
There is no cure. We no longer
desire to be cured.
We rather infect as many as we can, so we are all alike:
crushed plastic doll heads
in blood-splattered, contaminated rain
bending like trumpets someone sat on.
We rather infect as many as we can, so we are all alike:
crushed plastic doll heads
in blood-splattered, contaminated rain
bending like trumpets someone sat on.
Soon nobody will have their own
instruments.
within the poem, "This Rotten Trumpet is Our Leader" by me and Martin Willitts Jr, newly appearing within The Rising Phoenix Reviewpartake of more HERE - https://therisingphoenixreview.com/2020/07/10/this-rotten-trumpet-is-our-leader-by-juliet-cook-martin-willitts-jr/
6/27/20
In case you missed Juliet Cook's HISTRIONICS last week...
In case you missed my new poetry micro-chapbook, "HISTRIONICS INSIDE MY INTERIOR CITY" this past week and might want to read it this weekend or beyond, here it is! 🖤💗💜
https://ghostcitypress.com/2020-summer-series/histrionics-inside-my-interior-city?fbclid=IwAR3lDG5A_L11_0v_-3T9Uvl4GX2u2mClInnLFcXfcBk4nFwv7LaO1IB4xRU
(Also, more micro-chapbooks will be coming out from the Ghost City Press 2020 Summer Series next week and beyond!)
(Also, more micro-chapbooks will be coming out from the Ghost City Press 2020 Summer Series next week and beyond!)
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"I stumble towards my coffin
with a scepter in one hand;
a sticky red martini glass dripping from the other."
with a scepter in one hand;
a sticky red martini glass dripping from the other."
6/23/20
NEW! My New Micro-Chapbook, "Histrionics Inside My Interior City" is alive!
An adult
babydoll dress on a rotting corpse.
A dark abyss
filled with rats wearing babydoll dresses.
Doll eyes replaced with moth balls.
Doll hair
cut into rattails.
Today, my Micro-Chapbook, "Histrionics Inside My Interior City" is alive, thank you to Ghost City Press!
I love Ghost City and I am delighted to be included within
the 2020 SUMMER MICRO CHAPBOOK SERIES!
You can read my less than 15 pages of Histrionics here - https://ghostcitypress.com/2020-summer-series/histrionics-inside-my-interior-city?fbclid=IwAR3WGNB5n3m7hDX6bk-6gIr4o6fSRIZAkpEKxqdwucidOyYc9i4HJImHcQ4
6/10/20
NEW! A Museum of Impending Death poem by me AND a collaborative poem by Martin Willitts Jr and me are up at Eighteen Seventy (writing from the fringe)!
Happy to have one of my Museum of Impending Death poems appearing in Eighteen Seventy (writing from the fringe)!
https://eighteenseventy.poetry.blog/2020/06/10/museum-of-impending-death/
Also happy to have one of my collaborative poems with Martin Willitts Jr. appearing in Eighteen Seventy (writing from the fringe)!
https://eighteenseventy.poetry.blog/2020/06/10/many-times-we-are-stung-by-juliet-cook-and-martin-willitts-jr/
https://eighteenseventy.poetry.blog/2020/06/10/museum-of-impending-death/
Also happy to have one of my collaborative poems with Martin Willitts Jr. appearing in Eighteen Seventy (writing from the fringe)!
https://eighteenseventy.poetry.blog/2020/06/10/many-times-we-are-stung-by-juliet-cook-and-martin-willitts-jr/
6/4/20
NEW! An Interview with me about poetry stuff, conducted by Michael Sikkema, appearing in periodicities!
"Then it became a more personal poetic form of self expression that incorporated my real life experiences and brain waves into my own kind of art."
This is me answering some interesting poetry questions from Michael Sikkema - and the interview was published by rob mclennan at periodicities : a journal of poetry and poetics.
6/1/20
NEW! One of my Museum of Impending Death poems is in Rogue Agent Issue 63!
"Maybe it's your fault because you ate a rancid peach.
Maybe it's your fault because you didn't apply
enough bleach or because you didn't drink
enough bleach or because you drank too much.
Maybe it's your fault because you held an unwashed doll's hand."
in my Museum of Impending Death poem, appearing within Rogue Agent Issue 63
more HERE - http://www.rogueagentjournal.com/jcook
Maybe it's your fault because you didn't apply
enough bleach or because you didn't drink
enough bleach or because you drank too much.
Maybe it's your fault because you held an unwashed doll's hand."
in my Museum of Impending Death poem, appearing within Rogue Agent Issue 63
more HERE - http://www.rogueagentjournal.com/jcook
5/18/20
NEW! Three of my Museum of Impending Death poems appear in Burning House Press!
"Brimming with stark contrasts, alternating currents
between freaked out, productive, freaked out,
creative, wondering if I’m going to die from this.
If I’m going to melt down inside this ongoing vortex.
Thousands of broken wings get sucked into numbers,
spiral down, crack into the ground, vanish."
Three of my Museum of Impending Death poems are up at Burning House Press today!
https://burninghousepress.com/2020/05/18/three-poems-by-juliet-cook/
between freaked out, productive, freaked out,
creative, wondering if I’m going to die from this.
If I’m going to melt down inside this ongoing vortex.
Thousands of broken wings get sucked into numbers,
spiral down, crack into the ground, vanish."
Three of my Museum of Impending Death poems are up at Burning House Press today!
https://burninghousepress.com/2020/05/18/three-poems-by-juliet-cook/
5/7/20
NEW! One of my Museum of Impending Death poems appears in Across the Social Distances!
"This gurgling invasive strain won’t let me escape.
This spooky morgue head hairdo is dragging my head down
to the bottom of the ground."
This spooky morgue head hairdo is dragging my head down
to the bottom of the ground."
One of my Museum of Impending Death poems appears within Across the Social Distances! 🖤
4/24/20
NEW! One of my Museum of Impending Death poems lives inside The Haunted Dollhouse!
"The large black cloud looms and grows
into an impending tornado. The lights all go out."
into an impending tornado. The lights all go out."
inside one of my Museum of Impending Death poems, which is now inside The Haunted Dollhouse...
HERE -
https://kristingarth.com/pink-plastic-house-a-tiny-journal/the-haunted-dollhouse/(It can also be viewed and read on Instagram, HERE - https://www.instagram.com/p/B_YFJ0LBm3q/)
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