Deeply saddened to hear news that Jake Adam York died today. York published three critically acclaimed poetry collections between 2005 and 2010: Murder Ballads, A Murmuration of Starlings, and Persons Unknown as well as an additional work of literary history The Architecture of Address. Much of his work is available online as well, such as his poems “Vigil” and “Self-Portrait as Superman.” Edit: The Kenyon Review has uploaded three recordings of York reading his poetry. These are highly recommended as well.
Jake Adam York (1972 – 2012)
Sleep Indulgence and Piñata Effigies
"BEST FEATURE: If you glance at the word it looks like it says 'tiny axe' which sounds very cute. It makes me picture a tiny lumberjack. WORST FEATURE: Anxiety can turn a pleasant afternoon into a sweat-drenched pair of slacks that are hard to explain." Ted Wilson reviews anxiety (spoiler alert: it only gets one star out of five) for Electric Literature.
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“Does it help writers to drink?”
Writing for The Guardian, Blake Morrison ponders the eternal question: “does it help writers to drink? Do they drink any more heavily than any other social group – doctors, lawyers, shop assistants or … advertising executives?”
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On the Limitations of Language
Over at The Point, Spencer McAvoy writes about the language and vision of Joy Williams, a writer who “instead of drawing boundaries between us and whatever Other, posits language as an experience of self-limitedness.” Williams’s new collection of short stories, The Visiting Privilege, is one of the most anticipated books of 2015.
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Hierarchy of Book Publishing: The Top 100
Knopf publicity bigwig Paul Bogaards kindly plunked us onto his Hierarchy of Book Publishing: The Top 100. We'd note that we're run out of basements throughout the NY-metro area (and not just NJ), but we're too busy telling the Stieg Larsson estate to eat our dust.
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A powerful artist, wonderful human being and teacher. As a co-editor of Copper Nickel, I knew his light to be bright, penetrating. We’ll miss him, and fear being lost without him. Much love and comfort to his dear wife. His words are not erased.