Jackie Juno
Jackie Juno is a writer and creatrix of multi-media shows which combine her comedic, singing, dancing and artistic talents to full effect. Although Birmingham-born, she has now made a full recovery, having moved to Devon in 1983, and spent years living close to the earth in a travelling community.
Rebelling at school paved the way for Art College, with its intensive curriculum of drug-taking and music appreciation, with a spot of painting thrown in. Her first stand-up comedy gig was on her 30th birthday, assisted by the supportive setting of Totnes Carnival and more than a few dry sherries.
She has since appeared at Glastonbury Festival, WOMAD, Hammersmith Palais, Hackney Empire, Melkweg Amsterdam and Gidleigh Village Hall. (Twice).
She currently lives on the edge of Dartmoor, and insanity, with her husband, young daughter and My Little Bloody Pony collection.
History: Singer with Witch, Vamp, Unlimited Dream Company, Invisible Opera Company of Tibet, and currently Heretix.
Dancer with various bands including Kangaroo Moon, Global.
Currently solo performer with multi-media shows Osmosis, Big Bang, One Big Mutha. Purveyor of fine hand-made poetry book DARE (2007) and budget ACME Book of Poetry (2007); is working on a new collection of poetry for 2008.
Also numerous cds, dvds, and bespoke poetry services for all occasions….[go to www.myspace.com/jackiejuno or www.brianabbott.info for tons of info and clips of cds, dvd, etc etc. paypal service or ye olde fashioned cheque in poste thinge.]
Jackie can be heard on Traydio performing at the Wondermentalist Cabaret, just click here…
[ooh, and here is an added poem if there is room…..]
TRIP.
AROUSAL.
Bonfire Night, full moon. We three - Maiden, Mother, Crone
call in first
to the party at the squat in Market Street.
The guy in the Thatcher mask is given to the flames. Our inadvertent consumption of hash cookies goes
unnoticed for some considerable time.
The truth slowly dawns; we are accidentally stoned.
Still,
we continue with our plans.
We three in Spar, Buckfastleigh
to buy matches, a monumental undertaking
in our unplanned and unaccustomed mental state. Giggles erupt as ‘Special Occasion’ Biscuit Assortment is spotted.
FOREPLAY.
We three home, to prepare the magical brew. I am Guide
having walked this way many times. “I’ll be Mother”. Trepidation,
excitement builds, the leap of faith - sips.
Earthy, watery, warm, the taste of ancient wisdom sits
upon our searching lips.
The spell is cast.
INTERCOURSE.
Pilgrimage; to
sacred realm of mushroom deities; to
Hembury Woods to
night. We three
commune with our living earth; find familiar friends
in trees; trunks breathe with leviathon awareness,
the texture of bark becomes especially important.
Treeskin speaks
of knowledge, of sanctity; the poetic web of branches offers us
interconnectedness. Interlaced,
we are perfect in our gratitude. We three souls share space -
souls laid bare on this holy night, athame, pentacle, chalice
contours explored, caressed - sweet body of our mother planet.
Consciousness is transferred, between
woman and woman and woman and earth. The territory
is new. A beauty realised
through freshly opened eyes.
ECSTASY.
O my Divine Moon Goddess, I worship you! Heavenly body
haloes, wind, cloud play, the ecstatic dance of veils
each movement a meaning
imbued with beauty. The code is broken - I understand! With heart
unbound, I am Virgin
yours forever, devoted; honoured
by seeing the mystery
you unveil to me. I am in ecstasy!
(I moan appropriately).
[The other two wish to fly.
They try.
Patiently they wait
for my cosmic climax to abate.]
POST-COITAL DESCENT.
I am Explorer reporting from innerscapes.
I love to thus communicate! I embody city gent
(raincoat, trilby, newspaper rolled). A particularly incongruous
image, given my behaviour tonight -
that of euphoric neophyte.
EXPERIENCE.
The Unsuccessful Firelighting Episode segues
into The Cathartic Scream of Crone, inducing
The Emotional Crumpling of Maiden.
I am Wise, All-Knowing Mother, briefly.
I am Interpreter.
We move on.
VW Beetle, orange
beautiful light, blue
pulsating, enchanting, approaching
out of the blue.
Behind us, around us, ahead of us.
Another slow dawning; its function, its raison d’etre.
The policeman subconsciously receives love
then amicably excuses the Maiden
of her Erratic Driving.
He helpfully gives possible reasons
for her Errant Conduct.
Four smiles goodbye.
We are born into the night.