The Raving Fortune
by Noelle Kocot
paper, 65 pages, $14.95
Dark matter and dark energy disturb the physicists. Noelle Kocot is already at ease with a split universe. She orchestrates her good wild poetry with an old constancy. But the usual contiguities don't hold; and the usual figures are defiantly cut apart. It's as if Jackson Pollock had splashed objects not paintand didn't he? This all-overness in Kocot's poetry is overwhelming, full of doors after doors after doors, caprices, gardens and motivesand her unwavering voice.
Noelle Kocot's intimidating and inspiring presence perches on my shoulders every time I write a poem. I envy her energy and her absolute freedom. She has the ability to dive headlong into a powerful and dark emotional situation while remaining much too crafty to let the poem be merely melodramatic. She says I write very fast. There is something to this /I think. That something is a voracious, almost frantic appetite that finds poetry in everything. Even in The Jefferson's Weezie. Her power and her poems are an encouragement and a constant amazement.