Showing posts with label Susan Yount. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Susan Yount. Show all posts

7/30/18

A copy of "House on Fire" by Susan Yount has found a new home!

Eileen Murphy received her copy of the Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook, "House on Fire" by Susan Yount, appearing hear beside "The Virgin Journals" by Travis Naught.
Photo taken by Eileen Murphy and thank you to Eileen for being an ongoing fan of Blood Pudding Press!
You can acquire your own copy of, "House on Fire" from the Blood Pudding Press shop here - https://www.etsy.com/listing/177826146/house-on-fire-by-susan-yount-2014-blood?ref=shop_home_active_15


3/28/16

Juliet Cook as the Five of Cups

Juliet Cook as the Five of Cups (created by Susan Yount).
Find out more about Susan Yount's poetry tarot project here: http://susanyount.tumblr.com/poetrytarot

11/5/14

New Review of House on Fire

An amazing new review of "House on Fire", Susan Yount's 2014 contest winning Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook, thank you to AJ Huffman and Sein und Werden!
"House on Fire, a 25-page chapbook by Susan Yount, is a verbal mixture of pastoral imagery and apocalyptic Armageddon bombs. Yount has created a modern, almost Wizard of Oz feeling that takes us way beyond Kansas in this simplistically powerful, yet emotionally intense collection of poetry.
The visceral portrait of everyday horrors juxtaposed against the speaker's personal horrors, the kind of horrors that prefer to remain hidden behind closed doors, hang like a tornado-ready to consume everything in their path at any moment. Readers are immediately swept up in the storm, our hearts and minds twisted with empathy and outrage at the scenes before us."

10/15/14

Blood Pudding Press's 2014 poetry chapbook, House on Fire by Susan Yount, featured at The Wardrobe this week! (Day Three)

Day three of Susan Yount's "House on Fire" (2014 Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook) being featured at The Wardrobe's Best Dressed! -http://sundresspublications.wordpress.com/2014/10/15/the-wardrobes-best-dressed-susan-younts-house-on-fire-3/

"Roast beef and potatoes.
He has her hiding in the maples

where she kills herself twice a day.
She can hear the red stream calling,
a shallow ditch swelling with pain.

Her father, a devil,
his pitchfork in the hay."

Buy yourself (or a poet friend) a copy of this chapbook here -https://www.etsy.com/listing/177826146/new-house-on-fire-by-susan-yount-2014?ref=shop_home_active_2

7/28/14

Blood Pudding Press Poetry Chap COMBO PACKS

NEW! - Get TWO 2014 Chapbooks for a lowered price - They Talk About Death by Alessandra Bava AND House on Fire by Susan Yount















NEW! - Get TWO 2014 Chapbooks for a lowered price - They Talk About Death by Alessandra Bava AND Stick Up by Paul David Adkins

6/19/14

NEW Review of House on Fire by Susan Yount (Blood Pudding Press, 2014) at Cleaver Magazine

A NEW review of House on Fire by Susan Yount (Blood Pudding Press, 2014) is now up at Cleaver Magazine! 

Thank you to Carlo Matos for writing this excellent review. 

Here are some parts of it:

In “House on Fire,” which is set apart from the other poems by its reddish, flame-colored print, the speaker says, “The house is kindling . . . The house is a pyre . . . The family aflame . . . Her father, a devil . . . Your house ablaze, get out.” These simple declarative statements capture much of the desperation of a family being held hostage by a father who has become a force of destruction.

 and

In the prose poem, “Notes on Despair” we begin to deal with the aftermath of these traumatic experiences, with guilt and/or blame. The speaker says, “She never worked as hard as her sister. Maybe that’s why it / happened . . . His teeth. His hands. His fist. His dick. She is feeding them. She is ten. She cannot tell.” The “she,” as I mentioned earlier, is the narrator herself, who is trying to rationalize why her father targeted her. She fears it might be punishment for her lack of industry as compared to her sister. But in “Almost Dark” there are no rationalizations, only anger: “and I squat thinking of ways / to kill him.” But by the time we get to the final poem, her feelings have become a bit more complex—blame and guilt seem to be beside the point: “I’m not sure what is more pathetic you trying to decide if the poem is blaming you / or her and you and I and you or I again can’t remember things or don’t care” (“Spontaneous Symmetry Breaking”). And the syntax is such that it is quite difficult to pin down just who “you” is. Clearly, “you” can be the father, but “you” could also be the speaker—a self-incrimination designed to force her to move beyond the past, to “Stop writing / about your father” (“The Oracle”).

Read the whole review here - http://www.cleavermagazine.com/house-on-fire-by-susan-yount-reviewed-by-carlo-matos/

And get your own copy of House on Fire here -https://www.etsy.com/listing/177826146/new-house-on-fire-by-susan-yount-2014?ref=shop_home_feat_4

4/29/14

Another NEW Review of House on Fire

"The implications are loaded as we read on to find out what happens to the poet and her father. If you read the other poems in this collection you will learn why she is hiding in the woods and the hunt will leave your heart pounding for her. While we wonder about the true ending we know the poet survives to tell the tale. 

I cannot do these poems the justice they deserve, they will tug at your core self. If you enjoyed this review, you may purchase a copy of Susan Yount’s House On Fire from Blood Pudding Press for $7.00 at:
https://www.etsy.com/listing/177826146/new-house-on-fire-by-susan-yount-2014?ref=shop_home_feat_1"

Thank you to Poet Hound for a new review of the Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook, "House on Fire" by Susan Yount; read the rest here and then consider purchasing the chapbook to partake of more:

http://poethound.blogspot.com/2014/04/susan-younts-house-on-fire.html

4/16/14

NEW Review of House On Fire

Everything is burning but the golden body inside 

Nostrovia! offers a new review of Susan Yount's "House On Fire" (Blood Pudding Press, 2014). Thank you NOSTROVIA! and Whinnie Khaw.

"Yount expertly negotiates between morbid, horrifying implications and authentic feeling."

Read it all here - http://www.nostroviatowriting.com/8/post/2014/04/everything-is-burning-but-the-golden-body-inside.html


And turn your own House on Fire here - https://www.etsy.com/listing/177826146/new-house-on-fire-by-susan-yount-2014?

3/15/14

March Thirteen Myna Birds is alive, swimming, flying, hiding, swinging, cutting its fingers and swooning

The Thirteen Myna Birds flock is newly updated! Offering the title poem from Susan Yount's new contest winning Blood Pudding Press chapbook - and poems from some of the contest's semifinalists - Patti Flint, Allie Marini Batts, and Jessy Randall.

"She can hear the red stream calling - layer after layer of vibrating - velvet legs begin thrashing - a human leg bone - small wound littered with strawberry seeds - stars sewn across our palms - pulled the songs out of your mouth backwards"

http://13myna.blogspot.com/

2/23/14

The first review of the new Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook - House on Fire by Susan Yount

Near the end of the book, in the poem “Ars Catastrophe” Yount writes, “Poem was not the sun but a light/ blue stock letter to anyone.” Yes, this is certainly not a book where the sun shines, but many readers will find comfort in Yount’s blunt honesty and bravery while looking darkness straight in the eye and not blinking.

from the first review of the new Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook, House on Fire by Susan Yount (thank you very much to Lisa M. Cole for reading it and taking the time to write this review).

Read all of Lisa Cole's remarks here - http://moonglows-reviews.blogspot.com/2014/02/susan-younts-house-on-fire.html

Partake of/purchase the House On Fire chapbook here -https://www.etsy.com/listing/177826146/new-house-on-fire-by-susan-yount-2014?

2/2/14

New Thirteen Myna Birds offering one teaser piece from each of the three recent Blood Pudding Press contest winners AND offerings from the three finalists!

The newly updated Thirteen Myna Birds is here - an extra-special addition, offering a sneak peak poem from each of the three recent winners of the Blood Pudding Press chapbook contest (Susan Yount, Paul David Adkins, and Alessandra Bava) AND a variety of poems from each of the three finalists (Donavon Davidson, Kelly Andrews, and Jay Sizemore). 

“when I buried the litter of Flemish Giants - fragments of skin stuffed - dusty corners made of shadows, webs, and a few bitten fingernails - two hostages, clerks the age of her kids - & a sliver of her bottom lip - gray dust worked into the crevices”


Dive in here - http://13myna.blogspot.com/

2/1/14

NEW Blood Pudding Press Poetry Chapbook - House On Fire by Susan Yount

House on Fire by Susan Yount is the first contest winning Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook of 2014!

Cover Art by Lois Wills


Hand bound with artsy yarn, either fuzzy brown or multicolored.


Available with light tan or light mauve colored covers.


18 poems by Susan Yount, offering well-crafted crude, disturbing, upsetting, traumatic, sexy, perverted, squeamish, sad, tough, gross chicken clucking imbalance, sick eggs, farmerette abuse, and real life horror.


Below is the chapbook's title poem.


Buy the book to read more - http://www.etsy.com/listing/177825996/new-house-on-fire-by-susan-yount-2014?ref=shop_home_active_1


House on Fire

This house is kindling—
with a wood burning stove.
He has her hiding in the bathtub

where she shaved her legs twice today.
She can hear the cockatiel tweet.
He shoves trees into the stove.

Her mother is a gray bluebird
toasty in a tarnished coop.
She can hear the green fern carol,

This house is a pyre—
A hot ham poked with cloves.
He has her hiding in the goat pen

where she fed her goats twice today.
She can smell the rabbits fry
in black cast iron skillets and grease.

Her sister is a chicken breast
baked dry on a cracked glass tray.
She can hear the horseweeds sighing,

This family aflame—
Roast beef and potatoes.
He has her hiding in the maples

where she kills herself twice a day.
She can hear the red stream calling,
a shallow ditch swelling with pain.

Her father, a devil,
his pitchfork in the hay.
She can hear the damp grass whisper,

Your house ablaze, get out.