A glimmer of your hair hangs down
lightly from a dying petal
like a dehumanized ornament hook.
within Juliet Cook's "Flesh World" poem, appearing inside the Crime Scene of the new Spring 2021 Locus Delicti issue of Sein und Werden
read more HERE - http://www.kissthewitch.co.uk/seinundwerden/spring21/page8.html
4/15/21
New! Another one of Juliet Cook's FLESH WORLD poems in OyeDrum
"Legs floating in space,
in between a blue head"
inside one of Juliet Cook's FLESH WORLD poems, appearing today within OyeDrum Magazine
read more here - https://oyedrum.com/flesh-world-by-juliet-cook-poetry/
in between a blue head"
inside one of Juliet Cook's FLESH WORLD poems, appearing today within OyeDrum Magazine
read more here - https://oyedrum.com/flesh-world-by-juliet-cook-poetry/
4/9/21
New! Two of Juliet Cook's poems appear in the new issue of Misfit Magazine! - "Some people want to remove your eyes" and one of her FLESH WORLD poems...
Juliet Cook feels pretty strongly about these two poems of hers that appear in the new Issue No. 32, Spring 2021 of Misfit Magazine!
Below is a link to the poems - "Some people want to remove your eyes" and FLESH WORLD (from a small series of poems with the same name).
http://misfitmagazine.net/archive/No-32/cook.html
3/29/21
A NEW Review of the Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook "i saw god cooking children / paint their bones"!
Thank you to Latif Askia Ba for this wonderful review of the Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook, "i saw god cooking children / paint their bones" by john comptom
"john compton's most recent chapbook, “i saw god cooking children / paint their bones,” produced and published beautifully by Blood Pudding Press, is a testament to love—not the trite and sappy kind, but the kind “rooted in piss and shit” as the Zen saying goes.
Captured in Compton’s (perpetually) turning phrases, peppered by his playful and refreshingly rare diction—catastrophe flowers across these pages, and though they are few, they manage to create an unignorable echo, which rattles furiously in the mind by the end of the collection.
It’s not really my place to read into things, but I’m going to anyway. It seems that the source of this powerful resonance is Compton’s mother, a reoccurring character throughout the book, who (being “plagued / by a psychotic / god”) had a contentious relationship with the poet, and instead of letting this relationship live in a slew of depressing word salads, Compton sets up a sort of dialectic with the pain of being his mother’s “faggot son.”
The poet, rejecting this identity, re-educates us (and corrects his mother) in his sexual vignettes like “fellation” or “the memory of seeing my first uncut penis.”
Even in a poem named “the israeli war,” where you expect an account of pure misery, Compton refuses this from us. Instead, his description is tender: “an explosion of wings.” And so, in this very way, he takes the words and deeds of his mother and bends them around his lines into gentle, ornate lamentations.
Reading “i saw god painting children…” felt like I was eavesdropping on an intimate conversation between a mother and her son, and even if their relationship was marked by suffering, I could still hear the stubborn cadence of love…
or maybe it was just me breathing too loudly. Either way, you can buy this chapbook and other masterly constructed chapbooks at https://www.etsy.com/shop/BloodPuddingPress
"john compton's most recent chapbook, “i saw god cooking children / paint their bones,” produced and published beautifully by Blood Pudding Press, is a testament to love—not the trite and sappy kind, but the kind “rooted in piss and shit” as the Zen saying goes.
Captured in Compton’s (perpetually) turning phrases, peppered by his playful and refreshingly rare diction—catastrophe flowers across these pages, and though they are few, they manage to create an unignorable echo, which rattles furiously in the mind by the end of the collection.
It’s not really my place to read into things, but I’m going to anyway. It seems that the source of this powerful resonance is Compton’s mother, a reoccurring character throughout the book, who (being “plagued / by a psychotic / god”) had a contentious relationship with the poet, and instead of letting this relationship live in a slew of depressing word salads, Compton sets up a sort of dialectic with the pain of being his mother’s “faggot son.”
The poet, rejecting this identity, re-educates us (and corrects his mother) in his sexual vignettes like “fellation” or “the memory of seeing my first uncut penis.”
Even in a poem named “the israeli war,” where you expect an account of pure misery, Compton refuses this from us. Instead, his description is tender: “an explosion of wings.” And so, in this very way, he takes the words and deeds of his mother and bends them around his lines into gentle, ornate lamentations.
Reading “i saw god painting children…” felt like I was eavesdropping on an intimate conversation between a mother and her son, and even if their relationship was marked by suffering, I could still hear the stubborn cadence of love…
or maybe it was just me breathing too loudly. Either way, you can buy this chapbook and other masterly constructed chapbooks at https://www.etsy.com/shop/BloodPuddingPress
3/17/21
The NEW March flock of Thirteen Myna Birds has arrived!
The NEW March flock of Thirteen Myna Birds is HERE! - https://13myna.blogspot.com/
Offering poetry and art by Trina Stolec, Scott Norman Rosenthal, Wayne F Burke, Dustin King, Eileen Murphy, Yash Seyedbagheri, John Grey, Daniel G. Snethen, and S.M. Moore!
"inject that butt with another order of pills - I can’t even tell which lies are true - I must throw a blanket on you, you're so cold in bed - ventilated lungs gasp for air - I take walks in the cemetery where it is quiet - until humans become mass murderers or don’t make it home for a month - I still think they have mad cow disease - You must force yourself into a mailbox and write - my deliciously despicable lair - detached from the moral and cultural climate - Gritty, disturbing, covered in mold - between tattered drapes - She receives and emits her desires to the world around her - on the anniversary of her slaughter - An ink blot, a small country with rivers for borders on my mattress - lead down to a deeper darkness - make footsteps like ghost children - searching for roadkill"
Offering poetry and art by Trina Stolec, Scott Norman Rosenthal, Wayne F Burke, Dustin King, Eileen Murphy, Yash Seyedbagheri, John Grey, Daniel G. Snethen, and S.M. Moore!
"inject that butt with another order of pills - I can’t even tell which lies are true - I must throw a blanket on you, you're so cold in bed - ventilated lungs gasp for air - I take walks in the cemetery where it is quiet - until humans become mass murderers or don’t make it home for a month - I still think they have mad cow disease - You must force yourself into a mailbox and write - my deliciously despicable lair - detached from the moral and cultural climate - Gritty, disturbing, covered in mold - between tattered drapes - She receives and emits her desires to the world around her - on the anniversary of her slaughter - An ink blot, a small country with rivers for borders on my mattress - lead down to a deeper darkness - make footsteps like ghost children - searching for roadkill"
3/10/21
The Rabbits With Red Eyes is one year old!
A year ago this poetry chapbook by Juliet Cook was coming soon - and now this poetry chapbook by Juliet Cook is still alive and available, thanks to the wonderful Ethel Zine & Micro-Press!
The Rabbits With Red Eyes by Juliet Cook!
Still available via Ethel HERE - https://www.ethelzine.com/shop/the-rabbits-with-red-eyes-by-juliet-cook
Also still available via the Blood Pudding Press shop HERE - https://www.etsy.com/listing/792299569/new-the-rabbits-with-red-eyes-by-juliet?ref=shop_home_feat_4
2/25/21
NEW! the Lunch Bucket Brigade #4!
Delighted to receive copies of the Lunch Bucket Brigade #4 in the mail today! Here's an image of the cover AND one of Juliet Cook's three FLESH WORLD poems that appear inside it.
Thank you very much to poet/editor Dan Denton!
I look forward to reading all the other poems in this issue!
You can acquire your own copy (or other issues of the Lunch Bucket Brigade or chapbooks) for only $5 HERE - https://noduckstudios.com/store
2/16/21
NEW! The Lunch Bucket Brigade Zine #4 (with three of Juliet Cook's new FLESH WORLD poems inside it)!
Delighted to have 3 of my new FLESH WORLD poems inside The Lunch Bucket Brigade Zine #4, alongside poems by Sara Sarna, Sophia Ashley, Nnadi Samuel, Michael Grover, and John Dorsey.
Thank you very much to poet/editor Dan Denton.
You can get a copy for only $5 via the link below (and you can also get other Lunch Bucket Brigade Zines 1-3 and other chapbooks).
Thank you very much to poet/editor Dan Denton.
You can get a copy for only $5 via the link below (and you can also get other Lunch Bucket Brigade Zines 1-3 and other chapbooks).
2/15/21
NEW! A collaborative poem by Juliet Cook and Martin Willitts Jr appears in Pinky Thinker Press Issue No. 2
Martin Willitts Jr. and Juliet Cook have a collaborative poem, "My Computer is Plotting Against Me", surrounded by all sorts of other interesting art and writing in Pinky Thinker Press, Issue No. 2!
(Our poem appears on page 6. )"...I get ads for machines
that mass produce kittens on conveyor belts. I get spam,
literally that fake meat, pouring out of the motherboard."
read more HERE - https://www.mignolo.art/ptp
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that mass produce kittens on conveyor belts. I get spam,
literally that fake meat, pouring out of the motherboard."
read more HERE - https://www.mignolo.art/ptp
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P.S. For anyone who hasn't looked at Pinky Thinker yet, one thing that really makes this new magazine stand out uniquely is that it includes all kinds of artsy dance choreography and Screendances. It offers dance art alongside visual art, collage art, and word art (poetry, stories, screenplays). A big part of the reason I sent poetry to this publication was because I don't think I've ever been in a magazine that has poetry appearing right next to contemporary dance performance art and I thought that was really cool. I'm not a great dancer, but I love artsy dance choreography and see/feel it as another form of creative/poetic expression that can go hand in hand with poetry and so I am delighted that Pinky Thinker is exploring this!
1/20/21
NEW! the Lunch Bucket Brigade #3!
Juliet Cook was very happy to receive copies of the Lunch Bucket Brigade #3 in the mail Tuesday - and Wednesday seems like a good day to share the cover and her Museum of Impending Death poem inside it. You can acquire your own copy for only $5 HERE - https://noduckstudios.com/store/the-lunch-bucket-brigade-zine-3?fbclid=IwAR0jobKRp6b1vdF6EOgHOYF6aFpFG517LRL89ZJL4IUWVm97Y9V04Jxw0iY
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