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01 October 2013

"Illuminated, feral, Kocot's creativity engenders an excitement comparable to being twelve years old, exposed to good poetry or music or art for the first time. . . . One can't help but to be unsteady, but believe in that instability. . . . She leaves us hanging in the best way: always about to fall, always about to be saved."Nick Sturm, Coldfront
"Characterized by an utter irreducibility, Noelle Kocot's poetry displays an elemental movement of thinking and suggests a poetics of vision."Jean-Paul Pecqueur, Rain Taxi
Noelle Kocot's poetry resets hierarchies in favor of a world outside of time or telescope. Soul in Space is a masterful combination of Kocot's intimacy and authority over poetic form, and leaves a brighter and weirder world in its wake.
But now, back to our story,
It has coffee in it, a naked river.
Blessed are we who rapture
An electric wire, blessed be
The falling things about our faces,
Blessed is the socket of an eye
That lights the body, because
In the end, in the very end, it's
Just you. You and you. And you.
Noelle Kocot is the author of six collections of poetry. Her work has been featured in The Best American Poetry (2012 and 2013) and in Postmodern American Poetry: A Norton Anthology (edited by Paul Hoover). She is the recipient of awards from the National Endowment for the Arts, the Academy of American Poets, the Fund for Poetry, and the American Poetry Review. She lives in New Jersey.
I
Talk
The Storm
April in New Jersey
Spirit
Abode
Wake Up
New Moon Eclipse
Night Arboreal
Mortotropism
The 4th Day After Quitting Cigarettes
-Ied
Notice
Ligeti
On the Debut of Oliver Messiaen’s Quartet for the End of Time
E.S.T.
Here There is Peace
Poem for New Jersey
3/11/10
Joy Addict
To NY, 3/8/10
How I Know I Am Not Really Living
You Know Who You Are
New Jersey Song
Walking by Hope Street
Dealing with the Incandescent
Nude Ants
Mosquito
To Go Home
S.A.D.
Dream of NYC
After the Feeding
Seagulls
Poets are Feral Beasts
Home
Poem
II
There it stood, naked and ashamed
Whether it says, you’re sick, go to the doctor
It doesn’t laugh enough
It liked looking at pictures of cats
It liked reality almost as much as it liked the imagination
It filed away its disasters and threw away the key
It drove to a far away place where there was no water
It is going on a long journey without socks
It found itself in a cloud of gnats
III
Present
The Super-Meadow
Pool Sonnet
Ballerinas
The Warning
The Duck
Uncircumscribed
Housewarming
Reverence is Ours
As Blossoms Fall
Circular
The Earth
Without Ourselves
Some Time
Formalism on A Sunday Afternoon
Ontology Kissed
Oeuvre
The Genesis
Bonehouse
IV
Those Nights Walking Home Alone
I Was a Child Once
Letters
I Love You
Honey, I’m Home
The Rest is Assured in the Brightness
March Scene
Map of Metuchen, NJ
Anniversary
Quartet for Humanity
Arrow
You Are a Vessel in This Poem, I Am a Vessel, Too
On Self-Centerdness
Three Afflictions
Poem for My Stepfather
9.10.08
Written on Our 18th Wedding Anniversary
There Will Be No Sign
The Poem
For My Parents on Their Wedding Anniversary
At The Museum of Life Sciences
Corazon
To a Critic
This is Your Life
The Machine
Trees
The Middle of March
6 1/2 Years Trying to Understand Love Ends Here
The Hungry Ghosts of Flatbush Avenue
Chaos is Infinite
Beyond Wires
The Blue
The Process
For Soren
This is The Day