NEW Review of MUTANT NEURON CODEX SWARM (a collaborative poetry chapbook by me and Robert Cole, published earlier this year by Hyacinth Girl Press)

By the time we reach Swarm One, addiction has consumed both speaker and reader:  “Lucid unrelenting pain proponent, we were somehow winged/with gigantic stingers all over our skin.  Nobody can touch us anymore.”  The emotions of the speaker echo what the reader is feeling.  The scene is too painful to endure, and yet too alive to pull away from.  We are completely consumed.

From that peak moment of unity, immediately we are plummeted into dregs of emotional despair.  Swarm Two blasts us with a scathing dose of realization:  “Nobody can save us . . . Ashes ashes we/used to think we were interesting.  Now we are nothing/but rotten fritters that would eat until nothing remains.”  With that slap to our consciousness we are faced with a mirror of entrails that are both otherworldy and our own, and we think this must be the end, this must be where reality strikes and someone is saved.  But no, Copy and Pasty My Eyes shows us that there is no happy ending to be found in this tale.  Clarity is not to be found.  “Here, at the entrance/exist, blinding dust is everywhere.

from a NEW Review of MUTANT NEURON CODEX SWARM , a collaborative poetry chapbook by Juliet Cook and Robert Cole.

The chapbook was published earlier this year by Hyacinth Girl Press.

The review was written by AJ Huffman and published earlier today by Sein und Werden.

You can read the review in its entirety here -http://www.kissthewitch.co.uk/seinundwerden/mutant.html

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You can acquire yourself a copy of MUTANT NEURON CODEX SWARM here - http://hyacinthgirlpress.com/yearfour/mutantneuroncodexswarm.html

Another New Review of MUTANT NEURON CODEX SWARM

"Though not a collection for the faint of heart, there is much beauty to be found in these painful poems. The gorgeously grotesque imagery and musicality of lines like “Twisted doll head inside blood drenched meringue.” and “The dead skin moss slumped then slithered; spread our limbs apart/ then bred them into new chrysalis.” is undeniable."

from a new review written by Kathy Burkett of MUTANT NEURON CODEX SWARM, a collaborative poetry chapbook by Juliet Cook and Robert Cole (Hyacinth Girl Press, 2015)

Read the review in its entirety here - 

https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/1175490268?book_show_action=false

Get yourself a copy of MUTANT NEURON CODEX SWARM from Hyacinth Girl Press here - 

http://hyacinthgirlpress.com/yearfour/mutantneuroncodexswarm.html

New Review of MUTANT NEURON CODEX SWARM

This book is writhing with its own secrets; its own masks; its own messes. This is a place “where the light at the end of the tunnel/is another tunnel smoldering beyond control.”

from Lisa M. Cole's new review of MUTANT NEURON CODEX SWARM, a collaboration by Juliet Cook & Robert Cole (Hyacinth Girl Press, 2015)

read more here - http://moonglows-reviews.blogspot.com/2015/03/mutant-neuron-codex-swarm.html

purchase the chapbook from Hyacinth Girl Press here -http://hyacinthgirlpress.com/yearfour/mutantneuroncodexswarm.html

New MUTANT Blurb

Pouch has called MUTANT NEURON CODEX SWARM (Hyacinth Girl Press, January 2015) by Robert Cole and me, "A Burroughs-esque sci-fi odyssey. The kind of nightmares we WANT to have."

Read more below and thank you to Pouch and Bradley K Meyer smile emoticon

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Issue One contributor Juliet Cook has a recent chapbook co-authored with Robert Cole, MUTANT NEURON CODEX SWARM (Hyacinth Girl Press, 2015). We read it & we liked it. A Burroughs-esque sci-fi odyssey. The kind of nightmares we WANT to have. Some of our favorite bits:

'In the moist throng of our sexual misunderstanding, they invented a way to filter dead skin from bad memories.

Later we searched the trash for the filter, collected the slum in our fingers, ate it whole like a pinch of moss.' - from Fins and Scalpel

'Paper tornadoes all over the place.
The telegraph reads DON'T
stop DON'T stop DON'T stop

DON'T you dare! The aftermath
is never good enough.' - from Stop the Madness!

Elegantly bound. Consider checking it out:
http://hyacinthgirlpress.com/purchase.html#chapbooks

MUTANT NEURON CODEX SWARM

Both sides of the back/front cover of the new MUTANT NEURON CODEX SWARM poetry chapbook, a collaboration by Juliet Cook and Robert Cole, published January 2015, by Hyacinth Girl Press.

Cover art by Christen Baer. 

Get yourself a copy here - http://hyacinthgirlpress.com/yearfour/mutantneuroncodexswarm.html

Snippet from MUTANT NEURON CODEX SWARM

"Necroplasm flows in a cemetery conduit
leading to a cave dead with purple..." 
in MUTANT NEURON CODEX SWARM

the new collaborative poetry chapbook by Juliet Cook & Robert Cole, now available from Hyacinth Girl Press, here - http://hyacinthgirlpress.com/yearfour/mutantneuroncodexswarm.html

(see more details, if you dare, in the blog post below this one) 

MUTANT NEURON CODEX SWARM! A new collaborative poetry chapbook by Juliet Cook and Robert Cole (Hyacinth Girl Press, January 2015)

Very excited and creepily delighted to announce a new collaborative poetry chapbook by me and Robert Cole, MUTANT NEURON CODEX SWARM, freshly published and now available from Hyacinth Girl Press!

The twisted mutant innards of this creature are a peculiar fit for an utterly unique and creative and somewhat disturbing New Year!

The hideously awesome cover art was created by Christen Baer and offers different art on the front AND the back!

Below are a few poem lines from the MUTANT and below that is a book blurb by Laura Madeline Wiseman.

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"Necroplasm flows in a cemetery conduit
leading to a cave dead with purple

where the light at the end of the tunnel
is another tunnel smoldering beyond control.

He/she/it can no longer speak for itself,
but the semi-rigamortised mouth spews out
unexpected pitcher plants, partially digested."

some lines from the poem "Churning Codex Portal"

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"Mutant Neuron Codex Swarm swarms with unexpected delights for the sybil nymph, the cryogenic witch, the blue goddess and more. Here the body with its twisted wings, heart strings, and sticky salivary gland salutations, is a body that knows Nobody can touch us anymore and nobody can save us. Whose body you wonder? Are they Human? Truth is, as Cook and Cole explain, You decide. How do you decide? You enter with the collaborating pair into an incomplete metamorphosis where you’re commanded DON’T stop DON’T stop DON’T stop DON’T you dare! and told homeless men walk around with sporks. So sit back and allow Cole and Cook to place the napkin just so, for Mutant Neuron Codex Swarm purrs with language play, with surprising imagery, and with an attention to sound that will razzle dazzle the neurons in this thrilling new collaborative chapbook."

- Laura Madeline Wiseman

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Get yourself a copy from Hyacinth Girl Press here! - http://hyacinthgirlpress.com/yearfour/mutantneuroncodexswarm.html

NEW Jet Fuel Review includes two collaborative poems by Juliet Cook & Robert Cole

"Thighs drip drip drip all the way down
in some shady bathroom past. A fierce diagonal
crash down the drain. What comes out of 
that mouth is the opposite of diaphanous."

Within the new Spring 2014 Jet Fuel Review, are two collaborative poems by Robert Cole and me - "Blood Drenched Funnel Cake" and "Another Inedible Funnel Cake"  (pages 12-13).

http://cs.lewisu.edu/~klumpra/jfr/ebookspring2014.pdf

These two poems are also within our collaborative chapbook, MUTANT NEURON CODEX SWARM, forthcoming from Hyacinth Girl Press.

Lots of other uniquely interesting stuff in this new issue too.

New at Tarpaulin Sky Press!

One collaborative poem by Robert Cole & Juliet Cook and two poems by Juliet Cook are now up at Tarpaulin Sky Press!
- http://www.tarpaulinsky.com/2013/12/robert-cole-juliet-cook/

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POEMS BY ROBERT COLE & JULIET COOK

They dig themselves out of the loam. /
They kneel fast to the tether stone. /
Cult cinema of leg braces and implants flushed //

down the toilet again. Keep one (a)breast /
and then switch hit her middle /
name to Shape Shift….

GLAMOURAMA (New Sein und Werden)

"Dark black church bells hot in the blankets (she's melting).
Fountains that churn liquid cement, not water (he's hardening).

He wants to erode her scapula. Pluck out her neurons."

from the poem Nether Chord, by Juliet Cook & Robert Cole

Which appears within the innards (along with lots of of other work) of the latest Sein und Werden's GLAMOURAMA issue here - http://www.kissthewitch.co.uk/seinundwerden/autumn13/index.html

According to the editor - "Here she is folks, wobbling on super high heels, the blood from a still warm animal dripping down her neck, a diamond choker slicing into the withered throat, centipede eyebrows dying, that permanent rictus grin... Let's hear it for Miss Glamourama 2013..."