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Book Synopsis"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.
Table of ContentsCONTENTS 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
