Thirteen Myna Birds-Fifty Third Flight Formation

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BONE-BODICED IS SOLD OUT, but…

Blood Pudding Press’s limited-edition print run of ‘BONE-BODICED’ by Rachel Kendall & Juliet Cook has sold out in less than a week. I will not be selling any more copies; however, if you were dying to get your creepy little phalanges on one and didn’t snatch fast enough, you still have a few options:

1. Email seinundwerden@gmail.com to find out if Rachel still has some available U.K. copies

and/or

2. Bribe me with an extra-delectable art trade ( as I said, I won’t be SELLING any more copies, but I could possibly be tempted to trade a copy for your chapbook or for one of your baby teeth painted blue). If you’re interested in extending such an offer, please feel free to email your notion to JulietX@Bust.com

and/or

3. Stay tuned for another new limited edition collaborative chapbook coming soon and in the meanwhile, feel free to lusciously bide your time with one (or more) of these other Blood Pudding Press offerings, listed here from most recent to least recent:

~ECTOPLASMIC NECROPOLIS, published April 2008 (an assortment of oozing, pulsing, biting, flaming poems from 30 different contributors)

~POORLY SPELLED MATING CALL, published March 2008 (Blood Pudding Press’s only non-poetry chapbook, an odd little pop cult document of sorts, a collection of weird and kinky and amusing personal ads culled by Justin Dauterman—only six copies left)

~w i n g’d, published February 2008 (a collection of animalistic, robotic, apocalyptic, tentacular poems by Kyle Simonsen)

~Planchette, published January 2008 (a collection of spooky, floaty, spidery, haunty poems by Juliet Cook)

~[GROWLING SOFTLY], published 2007 (an assortment of menacing, dancing, wailing, moaning poems from twenty-eight different contributors)

~Girl Gang, published 2007 (a collection of sassy, dangerous, sweet, violent, spiked poems by Juliet Cook)

~The Laura Poems, published 2006 (Blood Pudding Press’s very first offering, a collection of dark, strange poems about Lynch’s Laura Palmer by Juliet Cook)

All of the above are available for purchase, art trades, or as review copies.

For details and acquisitions, please visit http://www.bloodpuddingpress.etsy.com/.

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Speaking of art trades, Emma Phillipps, a poet and publisher from New Zealand with whom I just did a chapbook swap, has posted a lovely blog entry on the subject of such swaps--and it even includes images of the two books I sent her, as well as a few other yummy looking books from other small presses. Check it out:

http://asleeplessnight-standing.blogspot.com/2008/06/generosity-as-method.html

I am very much looking forward to receiving her books from Winterling Press.

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I received Emma's chapbooks. They are charmingly designed and the contents are evocative in a strangely sparse yet ever so resonant way.

An excerpt:

"... One can never be pieces of you exist in
elsewhere and I cannot exist in these pieces
of you elsewhere. I am, and am not
dissatisfied, burgeoning
no longer finished, we who love to be
astonished in the 21st century
where I am pushed forward to the beginning
to hold, a flower
both the real thing and memory, where you are
there but also I see you over there.

Your way through, up close, up to the picture
plane and I will hold you and there
It seems as if your movements as we, who, as we
are - and - always slowing
like the growth of a tree, a flower
both the real thing and memory,

breathes too quick

drawing, too near

and this

we all live in one bed."

‘high-quality bordello, stinking of sex and joie de vivre’

I am pleased and excited to announce that [GROWLING SOFTLY] has received a stupendous new review by Rachel Kendall in the latest issue of ‘Sein Und Werden’.

Here is the beginning of Ms. Kendall’s delectable commentary:


‘Sumptuous, sexy, glossy, dangerous, voluptuous… are some of the words that sprang immediately to mind when I first held in my hands the new poetry chapbook from Blood Pudding Press, edited by Juliet Cook. Never have I been so undecided whether to rip open the covers of the book in front of me, like tearing the rind off a plump fruit, or put it behind glass, its own coffin, free of sticky finger tips, cigarette smoke and babies breath. It's as glossy as freshly painted lips, shiny as cut glass and just as cruelly enticing. And the title, the title, growling softly. A threat, a warning, a guttural sigh. Each copy is one of a kind, with the editrix obviously spending a lot of time and delight putting each together with ribbon and lace. The paper is sepia, a little jagged at the edges. It is high-quality bordello, stinking of sex (almost) and joie de vivre.

But, the thing is to be read. It is not here simply for my visual enjoyment. So, to its 'sticky innards', what is the poetry inside actually like? Well I won't say I savoured every piece, but out of 41, most are spine-tinglingly excellent while the rest are good. I didn't dislike a single poem, only, the subject or rhythm of some appealed more than others.

There's a whole gamut of sordid little packages here, dirty bundles of stanzas, pert verses and rancid subjects oozing from every page.’


And there’s plenty more where that came from. To experience the review in its entirety, please click here:

http://www.kissthewitch.co.uk/seinundwerden/2_3/page4.html


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The entire new issue of ‘Sein Und Werden’—themed ‘What the Vulture Ate for Tea’—is worth looking into while you’re at it—steeped and teeming with twisted fairy tale poetry by the likes of Misti Rainwater-Lites (a steamy [GROWLING SOFTLY] contributor), Susan Slaviero (editor of the new ‘blossombones’, soon to publish its very first issue), Kristina Marie Darling, and many more.

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Plus, ‘Planchette’ is almost here.

A delightful little teaser image from 'Planchette' cover artist, Art and Ghosts: