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Book SynopsisOften breathtaking ...this latest collection from Kocot intersperses frantic images with hauntingly simple and loss-laden outcries. Throughout, there is the poet's thwarted longing for an understanding that cannot come: "all poets and poetry elude me,/ especially myself and my own"; Kocot's speaker--a voice simultaneously adorable, helpless and deeply brave--is both obsessed with and frustrated by process: "See, in a poem, things actually/ have to be doing things,/ not just floating around." ...Kocot's most lucid moments achieve a kind of visionary clarity ("The waters are very simple today./ Hospital blue, in error of twilight"), a beautiful refusal to accept the inevitable ("Listen, I said it before, die/ and come back as fire") and inklings of the kind of loss that could yield such a powerful, almost overflowing book: "I wait to go to you,/ smoking and breaking curses under/ the Jackson Pollock fuck you moon." --Publishers Weekly
Trade Review"Her subject matter is emotionally and chronologically close but she is the arbiter of distances, and an utterly contemporary product of the American culture she indicts. Poem for the End of Time and Other Poems devours any emotional connection to her subject and to the age, as if it is hers alone to devour." -The Gettysburg Review "by turns humorous, icy and overwhelmingly sad" -Publisher's Weekly "Kocot has thought and felt through the language, rhythms and images of the
