PRAISE
"I walk for hours through a meadow,/my pockets leaking bacon bits” – this is how Noah Falck sees Bill Clinton, and more importantly, how Noah Falck sees us seeing Bill Clinton. Celebrities are mirrors in which we watch ourselves watching them. These poems purify that experience, and in doing so, clarify the beauty and sadness of fame – how much we want to matter, and that mattering now is largely tied up in fame. God, I fear, needs a press agent. The book’s Berryman epigraph – Peoples bore me – seems a head fake here — people do not bore Noah Falck. What surprises me most is how much he makes me feel for these people I feel nothing for. I mean you, Lindsay Lohan, and you, Tom Cruise. Here, you are resurrected…as human.”
—Bob Hicok, author of Elegy Owed
“The juxtaposition of reading “Bill Clinton” after reading “Lindsay Lohan” is really what makes this chapbook for me. Falck levels the celebrity playing field and he disregards years of political service, Grammy nominations, immense athletic talent, etc. in the process.”
—American Micro Reviews, issue 7
Poor Claudia, 2013 (out of print)
Hand sewn, letter pressed, 4" x 5.5"
cover art, Jacob Heustis