Noelle Kocot - Böcker

"Kocot has found a language for her emotions that pulls an abundance of memories, post-punk urban metaphors and manic verbal twists into her simultaneously cerebral and energizing universe..."-Publishers Weekly A tragic narrative journey through a New York wasteland and a warning to a city and a world in danger, Noelle Kocot's third book has the prophetic immediacy of Ginsberg's "Howl" and the urgent clarity of Langston Hughes. As a poet who has achieved success in the realms of both grassroots popularity and national critical attention, Kocot is poised to claim her place as America's boldest new poetic voice.

Often 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

"Characterized by an utter irreducibility, Noelle Kocot's poetry displays an elemental movement of thinking and suggests a poetics of vision...one of loss and the impossible yet necessary compensations for loss--an awfully complex yet perfectly human vision."--Jean-Paul Pecqueur, Rain Taxi From "True Story": Ammonia was Millie's favorite scent. She'd sniff it for hours on end Until she was so high that She passed out. When she awoke, She'd ride her dog, a giant poodle, Horticulturally shaved, in circles Around the kitchen. One day, She looked down at the linoleum And saw small animals drawn in the crevices. "That Booty is Despicable!" she shouted at her Dog, who gazed off into the distance. Booty was her ex-husband who Ran off with a barmaid...In her fifth book of poetry, critically acclaimed Noelle Kocot turns her deft poetic eye to the private lives of others, exploring the quirks, foibles, and lifelong relationships of an array of characters--real and mythological. Funny, unpredictable, and deliciously dark, these poems celebrate the manifold possibilities of love and human experience.Noelle Kocot is the author of four previous collections of poetry, including Sunny Wednesday and Poem for the End of Time and Other Poems. She has received awards from the National Endowment for the Arts, the Academy of American Poets, the Fund for Poetry, and the American Poetry Review. She currently lives in New Jersey.

"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.

"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.

Noelle Kocot recalls a break with reality that occurred a decade and a half ago in vivid, raw language, one word per line. The resulting slender columns are sharply focused and intense. There's a cult following for her unique imagination, self-professed in a poem as "filled with pulchritude and peopleness," and her seventh collection does not disappoint. The Singing Language Around The Life Noelle Kocot is the author of six collections of poetry, most recently, Soul in Space (2013), The Bigger World (Wave Books, 2011), and a book of translations of poems by Tristan Corbiere, Poet by Default (Wave Books, 2011). Her previous works include the discography Damon's Room (Wave Books Pamphlet Series, 2010), Sunny Wednesday (Wave Books, 2009) and Poem for the End of Time and Other Poems (Wave Books, 2006). She is also the author of 4 and The Raving Fortune (both from Four Way Books). Her poems were included in the Best American Poetry anthologies for 2001, 2012, and 2013, as well as in the Norton Anthology of Postmodern American Poetry 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, as well as a residency fellowship from Lannan Foundation. She is the Poet Laureate of Pemberton Borough, New Jersey.

Noelle Kocot recalls a break with reality that occurred a decade and a half ago in vivid, raw language, one word per line. The resulting slender columns are sharply focused and intense. There's a cult following for her unique imagination, self-professed in a poem as "filled with pulchritude and peopleness," and her seventh collection does not disappoint. The Singing Language Around The Life Noelle Kocot is the author of six collections of poetry, most recently, Soul in Space (2013), The Bigger World (Wave Books, 2011), and a book of translations of poems by Tristan Corbiere, Poet by Default (Wave Books, 2011). Her previous works include the discography Damon's Room (Wave Books Pamphlet Series, 2010), Sunny Wednesday (Wave Books, 2009) and Poem for the End of Time and Other Poems (Wave Books, 2006). She is also the author of 4 and The Raving Fortune (both from Four Way Books). Her poems were included in the Best American Poetry anthologies for 2001, 2012, and 2013, as well as in the Norton Anthology of Postmodern American Poetry 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, as well as a residency fellowship from Lannan Foundation. She is the Poet Laureate of Pemberton Borough, New Jersey.

The poems of Noelle Kocot's latest collection are ones of acute astonishment, tracking the intense spiritual and ecstatic elements that pervade the everyday world, the "fine surges of torrential / Probabilities" amid the "flotsam strewn under this compromised / Heaven." Bleak yet full of glory, these poems are a quest that showcase a poet at her visionary and poetic heights, where every turn of line, every sudden appearance, is one to arrest our attention and thought.

The poems of Noelle Kocot's latest collection are ones of acute astonishment, tracking the intense spiritual and ecstatic elements that pervade the everyday world, the "fine surges of torrential / Probabilities" amid the "flotsam strewn under this compromised / Heaven." Bleak yet full of glory, these poems are a quest that showcase a poet at her visionary and poetic heights, where every turn of line, every sudden appearance, is one to arrest our attention and thought.

Noelle Kocot’s ninth collection, Ascent of the Mothers, is a sagacious testament to the ways in which poetry can shape personhood. “I am nothing” they write, “Or else I have made myself / Too big for words.” The scope of this book is marked by Kocot’s psychic journey punctuated by a near-fatal car crash, which elicited a new understanding of their spirituality and gender nonconforming identity. Generous, self-aware, and resilient, Ascent of the Mothers is a treasure to behold and be shared.