4/25/18

NEW in White Stag Journal / Behind The Presses!

Blood Pudding Press editor and poet, Juliet Cook, is incredibly delighted to be included in the new White Stag Journal Behind the Presses, which shares poems from poets who are also editors!
Her poem, "Out of Control" appears alongside poems by Lisa Marie Basile, Kristy Bowen, Megan Burns, Jeff Chon, Anthony Frame, Nichole Goff, Isobel O'Hare, Carleen Tibbetts, and Robert Andrew Perez.
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"You didn't really deserve me on top
of you. I didn't deserve to be born
this way, unable to shut my own mouth,
filled with an ongoing expanse of stingers."

from Juliet Cook's poem, "Out of Control"

partake of more HERE - http://www.whitestagpublishing.com/juliet-cook.html

4/23/18

LOVE CAN BE A CHOKECHERRY / AN INTERVIEW WITH POET JULIET COOK

"She describes her style as, “emotional hailstorms (based on and derived from thoughts/feelings/memories) that are redirected and reshaped into poetry, sometimes more direct and other times more abstract. Often on the dark side.”"

(Thank you very much to Bekah Steimel and Shannon Steimel for conducting this interview with me!)

Read the interview in its entirety (or just read parts of it, if you'd like), starting with a poem HERE - https://bekahsteimel.com/2018/04/22/love-can-be-a-chokecherry-an-interview-with-poet-juliet-cook/

4/16/18

Links to a few Blood Pudding Press chapbook reviews

The Book Reviews section of M. Earl Smith's new website includes two reviews of Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbooks.

"Stick Up" by Paul David Adkins, which is still available in the Blood Pudding Press shop HERE - https://www.etsy.com/listing/188110107/stick-up-by-paul-david-adkins-2014-blood?ref=shop_home_active_3

and "Girl Gang" by Juliet Cook (currently discontinued)

Thank you to M. Earl Smith! Read the reviews by clicking the links HERE - https://mearlsmith.com/book-reviews

4/12/18

A NEW Review of the Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook, "Paloma" by Jennifer E. Hudgens at Drunk Monkeys


"This collection, beautifully hand bound by Blood Pudding Press, is a love letter to those who have left, and those who are left behind."

from a NEW 100 Word Book Review of the Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook, "Paloma" by Jennifer E. Hudgens.


thank you very much to Drunk Monkeys for this review.


acquire your own copy of "Paloma" within  the Blood Pudding Press shop HERE - https://www.etsy.com/listing/562664430/new-paloma-by-jennifer-e-hudgens?ref=shop_home_feat_1

genuine feelings/conflicted feelings/conflicted forms of expression/death (some personal thoughts from Blood Pudding Press editor/poet/person Juliet Cook)...


I have mixed feelings about poetry open mics, because on one hand I do want to share parts of my creative self, but on the other hand, I often feel uncomfortable publicly sharing my poetry unless a literary magazine or press specifically chose to accept it for publication. Sometimes publicly sharing it in front of a crowd feels a bit too close for comfort to forcing myself upon other people. Granted that doesn't necessarily make sense, because most of the people who attend poetry readings are other poetry people who chose to attend for poetic reasons, but I sometimes (possibly incorrectly) sense them looking away from me or rolling their eyes. I can visualize a specific guy looking away last time I read one of my poems in public, but that doesn't mean I know WHY he chose to look away.

If I was chosen as a featured reader (rather than random open mic reader), I sometimes feel better about it - but overall, I still tend towards feeling edgy and/or somewhat awkward and/or rather uncomfortable.

However, I don't 
want to be invisible or unknown or unseen or unheard or un-involved in the poetry scene. But with that said, I'm no scenester. I don't want to attend reading after reading in order to be a big part of a particular scene, and not allow myself enough time to focus upon my personal creative process. I feel the need to focus quite a bit of my time and mental energy on creative processing and writing by myself.

But on the other hand, I do like to not only read other poets, but also listen to, meet, and sometimes interact with other poets. I don't want any poets to feel un-heard (unless they want their whole process to be private), but I tend to relate to poets who are into the actual creation of poetry more than poets who are into being a big part of the poetry scene. I'm not saying some people can't be significant parts of both to an extent. I think it's a balancing act that different people balance differently.

I personally alternate between focusing on my own poetry - and focusing on other people's poetry via my small indie print press (Blood Pudding Press) and my online blog style lit mag (Thirteen Myna Birds) - and sometimes reading my poetry/listening to other's poetry in person/in public.

But the primary mental/emotional part of it for me and my personal poetic/artistic expression is via the actual writing and the actual poetry.

Also, I often feel like with my own poetry and my press poetry and my slow reading, I don't have nearly enough time to focus on just reading for the sake of reading - whether online literary magazines or print chapbooks or books. I'm not kidding when I say that I literally have HUNDREDS of unread poetry chapbooks and books in my home, because I like to support small presses by acquiring books that seem appealing to me, but also my reading is WAY slower than it used to be (before my stroke) and my brain is different than it used to be, and I can't read/process anything quickly, so it's hard to combine my own writing with a print press with an online blog style mag with reading other stuff too. That change of my brain sometimes makes me feel sad.

But I'm happy to be a creative individual, primarily poetry focused, with occasional spurts of visual art. 


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On another level of sadness, I sometimes feel like I am terrible when it comes to talking non-poetically about certain emotionally devastating issues, including death.

I don't just want to tell someone that I'm thinking of them or praying for them (even if that is true); I want to express more/deeper/more individualistically, but sometimes I don't know what to say or how to say it, unless I say it poetically/artistically in a way that's open to interpretation.

It's not that I'm unemotional or don't have real life feelings.

I think I'm good at expressing my feelings on a small scale personal level; but I'm not good at expressing my feelings on a larger scale level, in which lots of people are expressing themselves in rapid succession. I guess I'm not good at rapid succession?

I don't like to open presents fast, because I want good gifts to last as long as they can.

I don't like to express strong sadness fast, because I don't want it to come close to ebbing too soon.

I don't know if any of this makes logical sense.

I don't know what to do sometimes.

I don't know.

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So sometimes when a poet I know suddenly dies, I don't know what to say right away.  I don't want to be silent about it, but I also don't want to be someone who hardly ever says anything about someone when they're alive, but suddenly seems to have a lot to say shortly after they pass away.

But I certainly don't want it to seem as if I'm ignoring someone after they pass away.

But I also have mild aphasia based memory issues that seem to further add on to my not knowing what to say.

I do know that poet Marthe Reed suddenly passed away and I feel sad and upset about it, but I do not know what to say in a larger scale way. I did not know her very well on a personal level, but I have been aware of her poetically for years. I think I initially became aware of her through the Dusie Kollektiv, which I was involved with for several years, which was a truly wonderful, unique, creative, incredibly poetic, individualistic, expressive experience. I've read several of Marthe Reed's chapbooks and they still exist within my home space. I am aware of her Black Radish Books. I've seen and briefly met her in person at a writing conference I attended. I don't remember what we might have said to each other, which upsets me. Online, I've heard her read with my poetic collaborator j/j hastain - Marthe Reed and j/j hastain were poetic collaborators too. I truly appreciate Marthe Reed's long term genuine poetic passion and ongoing poetry flow.  I feel sad that she's passed away too soon and I feel for those who knew her on a more in depth personal level. I am glad that her poetry will live on.

Sometimes I feel like I don't communicate enough on a personal emotional level, in large part because I tend towards becoming overly emotional, to the extent that loss devastates me.

But then I worry that my reluctance to express feelings about death on a personal level aside from art/poetry might cause it to seem as if I am just ignoring death and I am not.

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Sometimes when I try my best to express my true feelings in the moment, I end up ruining things.

But sometimes if I don't express myself, I feel too close to approaching stagnation.

4/1/18

New in Moon Cycle Magazine - "Dropping Point" by Juliet Cook

Juliet Cook's poem "Dropping Point" now appears in the Pink Moon issue of Moon Cycle Magazine, HERE - https://www.mooncyclemag.com/2018/03/30/pink-moon/

3/31/18

The New March flock of Thirteen Myna Birds is here!


The NEW March flock of Thirteen Myna Birds is HERE - https://13myna.blogspot.com/

Poetry/art by Michael Grover, Nanette Rayman, Stephen Mead, Mish, Valerie Loveland, Gabriel Ricard, Ivan Peledov, and Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois.


"By moonlight the tarantulas’ bodies would spell out words - What will forges such purple twists - angels wings over x rays - The monster inside me got surgery to remove the monster inside her - Her stinking dandelion-cussed, blood-sopped Snot-bedaubed self - Her white and blue halter top falling saggy ripped to her gut - from one end of hell to the backwards interpretation - One girl raised the dead - found in the dusty heart of a dead coyote - Your melting pot is a pressure cooker - My leg is a barn and the horse who lives inside has broken his leg - Full of meaningless words and Invented histories of gnarled trees - I write under the moon Trying to outlast the slow drowning..."



3/28/18

Juliet Cook's Upcoming Poetry Events

Blood Pudding Press editor Juliet Cook's Upcoming Poetry Events, including the Columbus State Community College Writer’s Conference on May 5, at which Blood Pudding Press will have a table.

Juliet Cook's Upcoming Poetry Events

~April 2018 -  Poets 2018 for Read + Write: 30 Days of Poetry
 - National Poetry Month website for April at the Cuyahoga County Public Library - starting April 1st, a new poem will appear on this site every day (a poem of mine will appear on Saturday April 28)
(The page it all happens on:

To sign up for emails: http://bit.ly/2BKjP9W)

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~Saturday April 21 - Kleft Crisis 2018 - at Mac's Backs-Books in Coventry - 7-10 PM(1820 Coventry Rd, Cleveland Heights, Ohio 44118)
This poetry reading is part of a Kleft Jaw Press and Crisis Chronicles Press event, the weekend of April 20 and 21)


~Friday April 27 - Nervous Dog Akron Poetry Night - at Nervous Dog Coffee Bar - 6-9 PM
(1530 W. Market St., Akron, OH. 44313)

This is a poetry/art/music event with 8 features, hosted by Michael DeBenedictis - and I will be one of the poets.

(link coming soon)

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~Saturday May 5 - Columbus State Community College Writer’s Conference - 10 AM - 4 PM
(Columbus State Community College, 550 East Spring St., Columbus, OH. 43215 at the Workforce Development Center, 315 Cleveland Avenue)

Me and my Blood Pudding Press will have a table at the Book Fair

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~Wednesday June 6th  - Coast Line Poetry Reading Series at Lakewood Public Library - 7:00 PM
(15425 Detroit Avenue, Lakewood, Ohio 44107)

I'll be one of three featured readers

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~Tuesday October 16 - Art on Madison, Poetry Plus monthly reading series - 7:00 PM
(13703 MadisonLakewood, Ohio 44107)

Featuring the release of my poetry book, Malformed Confetti, from Crisis Chronicles Press. This will be my last poetry reading event at the age of 45, since it’s one day before my birthday.

See more information here -https://poetrypluscleveland.weebly.com/calendar.html

3/10/18

NEW in Windedrunk Sidewalk - "Flowers Are Worth More than Females" by Juliet Cook

Do you understand how it feels to grow
without a real mother?
To extend your own hair
to the point of hitting the bottom
of an unknown land

and then watch someone else climb up,
drag you down to their level
and expect you to treat them
like they've given you the ultimate reward
by informing you that you belong to them?

When will you belong to yourself?
For years, you have hidden the blood
against your own scalp,
but then he tells you to cut off your hair.
He thinks the choice is his


from the poem "Flowers are Worth More than Females", which appears in WINEDRUNK SIDEWALK: SHIPWRECKED IN TRUMPLAND today


HERE - http://winedrunksidewalk.blogspot.com/2018/03/day-four-hundred-and-fifteen.html