Showing posts with label bodies of poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bodies of poetry. Show all posts

1/24/18

NEW in Maudlin House - "Real Live Balloon Animals" by Juliet Cook and j/j hastain

"To find out how it feels to have to
belly dance your way into the back room
where the blood will drip down forever."

inside the poem "Real Live Balloon Animals" by me & j/j hastain, now up at Maudlin House

12/1/17

"Paloma" by Jennifer E. Hudgens is now available for PRE-ORDER!

Happy December!
The last Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook of 2017 is now available for PRE-ORDER!
Paloma by Jennifer E. Hudgens includes 14 poems inspired by the poet's friend Lauren Kate, including the poem "Lauren Kate is Dead".
"Tuesday morning /I sluggishly wake up /to find a Facebook message
Lauren Kate is dead / No warning or warm up / I thought I was
dreaming of dead things again..."
The first 10 pre-ordered copies of this chapbook will receive a special addition to the inside back cover - a photo of a mix tape taken by the poet combined with imagery created by Blood Pudding Press combined with a few lines from one of the chapbook's poems.
Find out more here and pre-order your copy!

11/13/17

NEW in The Rising Phoenix Review - Breast Meat

"We do our best to stand out
as chickens. We cluck and we pluck and we pop
another egg. We paint it, try to make it
look new and exciting, but it leaks."

from my poem "Breast Meat"

NEW in the The Rising Phoenix Review

partake of more HERE - 
https://therisingphoenixreview.com/2017/11/12/breast-meat-by-juliet-cook/

7/6/17

and so on and so forth

 I used to think that there was always a very valid and potentially powerful point to creative expression via poetry and art (and sometimes I still think so and still feel that way), but a lot of my creative expression is very personal (which I'm usually fine with, because that's how I write and create).

But lately I've been thinking that even if my poems are a meaningful form of expression for me personally, they might not have much of a larger purpose (and they're still valuable to me if they don't but...) I mean, who wants to hear a middle-aged, middle-class white woman go on and on about her body issues and her anxiety and her depression and her anger and her relationship issues and her uncertainty about whatever the heck love is and so on and so forth?

Granted, I'm technically poverty level, but I don't feel poor, so I'll always consider myself middle class. Granted, I'm technically disabled, but I don't directly focus on that in my poetry and sometimes it upsets me when people seem to encourage me to focus MORE on my disability in my poetry, because maybe I already AM focusing on it in an indirect, semi-abstract sort of way. Sometimes I think that me feeling like I barely exist and that I'm not particularly meaningful is a sort of side effect of the brain damage of my stroke, because I don't remember feeling so pointless when I was younger, but maybe I always felt that way, or maybe I would have felt that way when I got older anyway, whether or not I had undergone such a brain fluke.

But it makes me feel a bit weirdly uncomfortable if people seem more interested in my brain damage rather than my poetry - because of those two parts of my life, I most definitely prefer the poetry, whether or not it interests many others. 

8/30/16

Dear Readers! A Red Witch, Every Which Way is waiting for you to explore its strange innards!

Dear Readers:
We are
a combustible
pedigree of bones, bravados
changing
directions we head
through lead
the way please
for us
a chorus of abominable snowman
dolls and stuffed chickens
women or abdominal blood baths.
We are
surging out visceral specters
of tainted debris art.
One eye is filled with magma;
the other eye is an empty hole,
ready to be filled with
your eyes.
~j/j hastain & Juliet Cook
This poem appears on the back cover of "A Red Witch, Every Which Way", which is the NEW full-length poetry book collaboration by j/j hastain and myself, newly published by a new small press, Hysterical Books!
Oodles of poems appear on the inside of the book. More than 100 pages of poem stuff!
"A Red Witch, Every Which Way" is "aboil with the grotesque and macabre. These poems explore the recesses of the body in all its glory and all its shame. No one will read it and come away unscathed."


P.S. This photo isn't of the book of course; the photo is of me and my new haircut, as of August 2016 (the month the book came out).

Just because I have what might look like a tattoo on my upper arm doesn't mean it's really a tattoo.

And just because I'm wearing Jesus socks doesn't mean I really believe in Jesus.

(Photo taken by Darryl Shupe)