Of The Raving Fortune, David Shapiro "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 paint―and didn't he? This all-overness in Kocot's poetry is overwhelming, full of doors after doors after doors, caprices, gardens and motives--and her unwavering voice."