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)
A state of shock.
When a professor of literature wrote Flannery O'Connor for a master key for interpreting her story, "A Good Man is Hard to Find," he probably did not expect her particularly unimpressed reply: "Too much interpretation is certainly worse than too little, and where feeling for a story is absent, theory will not supply it." (Via the ever-excellent Letters of Note.)
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“you have not thought thru clearly”
Recommended Reading (Inauguration Day edition): "Haecceity" by Joshua Clover.
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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.