For my RSS readers, I am radically redesigning my entire site, so the blog root and RSS feeds are changing. Please visit me at www.jakeadamyork.com and let's go from there. It will probably be another 2-3 weeks before all the RSS feeds are in place, but maybe you can take a gander and let me know what you think of the new look and function until then.
Diode, a new electronic journal edited by Patty Paine and Jeff Logde of Virginia Commonwealth University and transmitting from the VCU-Qatar campus, is officially charged. I'm excited to see some collaborative work by Julie Doxsee and Mathias Svalina as well as from Allison Titus and Rob Schlegel, and poems by Suzanne Frischkorn and Susan Settlemyre Williams, two more of my favorite poets in this world.
There are also poems by Chris Abani, Laura McCullough, Rick Barot, Amy King, Bob Hicok, Frankie Drayus, Eve Rifkah, Peter Jay Shippy, Tara Moyle, Matthew Wills, Karen Schubert, Carmen Gimenez Smith, Joshua Ware, Rich Murphy, Didi Menendez, and me.
The VCU group does such a nice job, with Blackbird and they're continuing that work with Diode, which promises to be a fine addition to the reading list.
I've got two poems up at Memorious, one from the forthcoming book, A Murmuration of Starlings (due out in January/February from Southern Illinois University Press), and an orphan, from the long-running series of Civil Rights poems. I hope some of you will like these.

Will Wright has kindly interviewed me and selected some poems from Murder Ballads for the inaugural electronic issue of his Town Creek Poetry. I hope maybe one of you will dig it.
Yours Truly, over at RealPoetik. Check it.
This is for those of you who read my blog via RSS...
I am considering, very strongly, moving to WordPress in the very near future. I've already arranged a version of the Ladder at http://www.jakeadamyork.com/wp/, and I'm leaning heavily toward switching, in which case the feed addresses will certainly change. I will broadcast a warning before it happens however.
If you're reading via RSS, you probably aren't much concerned with the way the site looks, but if you're at all interested, please take a look and let me know what you think.
The new DIAGRAM presents a poem of mine, from the new book, which, it now looks, may be out in January (!).
I'm on the radio tonight here in Mississippi. See you then.
The wonderful Kate Greenstreet has interviewed me about Murder Ballads here. I hope someone enjoys it.
And if you haven't been reading Kate's first-book interviews, you really should, if you have any interest in publishing and poetry. This is the sort of thing that teaches you and then makes you think you should have a better website.
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And contratulations to Jeff Franklin, whose poem "Drucker's Mule Barn," containing a suspiciously named mule, appeared on Poetry Daily yesterday.
(By the way, isn't the Poetry Daily redesign looking nice?)
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Today is lovely in Denver. I'm going to go outside and sweat.
Poetry At Dikeou
Thursday april 12
Jake Adam York reading at 7pm. Jake Adam York is a professor of English at the University of Colorado at Denver where he edits Copper Nickel with his students. He will read selections from A Murmuration of Starlings which was recently accepted for publication at Southern Illinois University Press (forthcoming 2008) and from Murder Ballads (2005). York brings with him Mary McHugh, an editor of Copper Nickel and Roxanne Banks, an English teacher at Littleton High School and a contributor to Copper Nickel.
The Dikeou Collection is located in the Colorado Building at 1615 California St at 16th St, Suite 515, Denver, CO 80202. For information about the Dikeou poetry events, please contact Rachel Cole at rachel@dikeoucollection.org
The Dikeou Collection is open every Friday from 11am to 5pm, or by appointment. For more information please contact info@dikeoucollection.org or 303-623-3001.
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On another note, I'm bringing back the calendar I used to run under the denverpoetry.org banner. It will now be here: http://www.copper-nickel.org/litcal, with RSS and everything. Lemme know you got something going on.
Found on a blog that belongs to someone whose name I cannot uncover just yet:
... Jake Adam York (whose work made my palms sweat at GSU last week) ...
That's a good thing, I hope.
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Also, among the phrases given to search engines that were eventually recorded by my stats software:
jake adam york is an ass
There it is, whoever you are. The next time you're looking for it, you'll find it, and maybe some proof as well, I don't know.
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Both blips got me thinking about the residues of our selves, or of ideas of our selves, to which we have increasingly more access.
A few years back, a reporter told me a source claimed to have had an affair with me, and I'm still occasionally accused on the basis of that suggestion.
You never know who says it. And usually the trace is human, a change in the weather that is you in the minds of others.
But sometimes there are these electric residues.
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Reading Noah Eli Gordon's Inbox, another treatment of such residues. He calls it a "reverse memoir," a collection of all the things in his e-mail inbox on a certain day, what other people were saying to him, and so a reverse portrait as well, a kind of Hockney photo-collage, but in writing, where the pieces of observation imply the lens, the sesne.
Noah's reading tomorrow. You should go.
He's been described as "a handful of fire." He'll make more than your palms sweat.
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Thank you.
Joshua Poteat and Allison Titus are reading tomorrow (Tuesday) on campus (7pm King Center). Think what it would be like it Whitman and Dickinson were married and wrote poems in the same house.
Quit your job and be there.
A special surprise for those with loose bills: Copper Nickel will publish a limited-edition broadside of Allison Titus's poem "The Nineteenth Century" as part of this event. Only 57 copies. A free one to the first person who can tell me why only 57.
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Noah Eli Gordon reads from A Fiddle Pulled From the Throat of A Sparrow and a selection of his other 24 books this Saturday, 4pm, Cameron Church, corner of S. Pearl and Iowa. Reception to follow.
Renounce all other gods.
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Next week in Denver: Danielle Dutton + Stephanie Young on Monday; Daniel Alarcón on Wednesday.
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And I'm told I can say it now, Southern Illinois University Press will publish A Murmuration of Starlings next Spring as part of its Crab Orchard Series in Poetry. My manuscript was chosen for the second prize in this year's Open Competition. More details to come.
Friends,
I can't share the details right now, because everything hasn't been said, but my second collection, A Murmuration of Starlings, has a press now and will be out next Spring.
I hope we'll all be able to celebrate together, very soon.
Nate Slawson, of Dislocate, has very kindly posed some questions to me and posted an interview at the magazine's blog here. I hope some of you will enjoy it or, if not it, then some of the other interviews with some of my own favorite poets, including Davis McCombs, Alex Lemon, and Joshua Poteat.
The folks at Blackbird have once again spread the iridescent sheen of their literary feathers to fledge my work. Four poems from my new manuscript appear there. Well, here. It's wonderful to see them set there, and in such company!
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This weekend I fly. See you there.
... is very tired. Copper Nickel 6 is out, in the wild. Should be arriving on the usual newsstands soon, but we're also happy to export this fine metal to your neck of the body politic (won't you please put one of these around your neck, a little literary pendant for you, maybe?). I bartended like a crack-head monkey last Thursday for tips for the journal after the incomparable Anne Boyer read to get it all started. Anne's reading was one of the true pleasures of my last few years, and there's more to say about that, when this little piggie's let to lie in the slop a day or two.
But before the rest, this little piggie's got to go wee wee wee all the way to Tucson, Arizona, where, among other things (RMMLA, a little carne saca, sunburn, hotel html, cellphone sigh) I'll be reading at Casa Libre, this Friday, October 13th, at 8pm (Flier, anyone?). Come on by if you're in town. Or send someone over in your stead. And maybe then, in true American fashion, this little piggie will have some little piggie barbecue there. Then some downtime, I hope. I pray.
Dear reader, take care.
I'll be playing the part of John Kinsella in a reading with Elizabeth Robinson at the Haddon Gallery on the CSU Campus in Fort Collins, Colorado, beginning at 7:30pm. Come by if you have a chance.
Simmons Buntin's Terrain.org is fresh, with an issue dedicated to music, including an essay on Johnny Cash and record static by Yours Truly. Check it out. Now. Please.
Folks, just a few notes for the interested:
Hope to see some of you in the city...

Folks, this Sunday the Wave Books Poetry Bus Tour pulls into town for a reading at the Tivoli Student Union on our own Auraria Higher Education Campus. Come on down Sunday at 5pm to hear Matthea Harvey, Chelsey Minnis, Eleni Sikelianos, Kristen Prevallet, Matthew Zapruder, Anthony McCann, Joshua Beckman, Bhanu Kapil, Joshua Marie Wilkinson, Noah Eli Gordon, Erin Belieu, and yours truly.
This is one you don't want to miss.
H_NGM_N #5 is now up. Nate Pritts has done an amazing job of redisigning the site and collecting an enormous amount of work for this issue. I have a number of poems there, and Clay Matthews has written a very kind review of Murder Ballads. Poems poems poems by Brad Liening, Brett Price, Christopher Mulrooney, Clay Matthews, Corey Mesler, Daniel Becker, Daniel Nester, Dorothea Lasky, Erica Bernheim, Erin Martin, Evan Commander, Gina Myers, Jason Bredle, JD Schraffenberger, Joshua Beckman, Julia Cohen, Matt Hart, Monica Fambrough, Pablo Peschiera, Peter Jay Shippy, Richard Fein, Samuel Amadon, Sheila Murphy, Steve Orlen, Thomas Hummel, Twilight Greenaway, Adam Clay, Bob Marcacci, Fred Schmalz, Jon Woodward, Lance Phillips, Tyler Carter, Joyelle McSweeney, and Richard Meier. Go now. Read.

Last night's Mixed Taste was a success, I think. Certainly it was a lot of fun.
Again, I found myself mesmerized by Janie Geiser's images as Melinda Barlow showed them against some Joseph Cornell boxes as modern examples of wonder cabinets. Now I have to plot a trip to the Museum of Jurassic Technology.
My talk on American whiskey seemed to be well-received, though, sadly, not all the samples were consumed. I stayed on afterward to take some of it in. To my own surprise, I found that after some Knob Creek and Wild Turkey rye Jack Daniel's was actually enjoyable, almost peachy, though I suspect if I address it directly again I'll find it brutal, as I usual do. I had, too, some shine received through several hands from Tennessee/Mississippi borderlands, but not too many takers on that one.

It was good to see so many friends and students and colleagues there and to make some new acquaintances, including one Kentuckian whose appreciation for rye has fostered a salivating catalogue of favorites.
To those of you who missed it, we'll make up for it somewhere. Matt, I am looking forward to the bourbon bar. Come September, we'll all be happy folks.

Now it's back to work on my own murmuration. I've got about 40 solid pages, and I'm working steadily. The book's structure shifts slightly every day as I think about it, which I think is a good sign. I'm looking forward to the next month of writing and hope to have a MS completed by the middle of August.
Meanwhile, many good books are keeping me company, including Adam Clay's Canoe and Nate Pritts's Winter Constellations and (a tardy discovery for me) Nicole Cuddeback's The Saint of Burning Down.
And there's tons of Sun Ra on pod.
See you out there a minute.

Tomorrow night, Thursday, June 29th, I will be speaking on the history, form, and culture of American whiskey at The Lab's Mixed Taste: Tag-Team Lectures on Unrelated Topics, while Melinda Barlow will teach us about wonder cabinets.
The lecture begins at 6.30pm at 6999 W. Alaska Drive in Lakewood, with a reception at 6. Reservations (303-742-1520) are recommended.
And now, Yours Truly has been named Best Prose Pro in Westword's Best of Denver 2006 edition.
Some shots from the show at Ironton

Entering


A glance at my 32-linear-foot poem (over 90 cubic feet in all).

The actual beginning....
I don't know if you can see it clearly, but the poem rolls in three horizontal columns.




The rolling's interrupted by this collection of photos (which I'll post again later) and a second poem that acts as a kind of a legend.




Some close-ups on the panels.


Shots of Emily's arrangements later.
We had a good opening. Maybe 100 or so folks showed. Most stayed to read some of it. Which was nice, if unexpected. I'm accustomed to folks buzzing in and out of the galleries, maybe deciding to come back later.
And a lot of folks asked for text to take away.
I was planning to turn this into a book, but not for another year or so. I may, however, go ahead and work on it, so I can offer it when the exhibit closes.
Hope you all enjoy these few shots, which partially explain my recent silences, on which more later.
Coming soon:

Image. Word. Motion.
This show will open at Ironton Studios and Gallery on Friday, March 17th and will run through April 15th.
Is cold.
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Yesterday, Noah Eli Gordon and Joshua Marie Wilkinson and I left a frigid Denver and moved out over the progressively-more-frigid plains, northeast through the white-out quadrants of Colorado and into clearer and colder Nebraska.
We listened to Nathaniel Mackey while semis eased into the left lane to pass one another and snow lifted in their drafts, long gossamer wings that rode over us for minutes then disappeared.
We were listening to Ted Berrigan reading his Sonnets while thousands of geese collected in filaments across the sundown sky.
We were talking improvisational poetry when we discovered what Zach Schomburg calls the "Jake Adam York hot-air-balloon water tower" in York, Nebraska. Noah suggested we stop for a hero's welcome. We imagined cheerleaders and heavily confectioned cake.
And then there was Lincoln, which we passed in the night & had to circle back to find.
And then we were colder than we have ever ever been.
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Good eats and talk at Yiayia's, downtown Lincoln & then —

... to this.
From The Gadsden Times — my hometown newspaper.
Article published Dec 14, 2005'Murder Ballads' dark, entertaining
These days, most young people only know of poetry as the rhyming jingles in television commercials and the sappy poems in greeting cards.
Therefore, it's refreshing to find a young poet with great vision and knowledge of the structure of poetry.
That young man is Jake Adam York, an Etowah County native who went to Southside and Glencoe high schools and went on to Auburn. He is now an associate professor of english at the University of Colorado at Denver.
York has been writing poetry for some time but his first collection has just been released.
"Murder Ballads" (Elixir Books, $13), a book of 35 poems which are sometimes dark, as the title implies, but always entertaining.
Ballads has such diversified subjects as "Elegy for James Knox," whose death, in 1924, led to the abolishment of Alabama's convict-labor lease system and "Blood," a poem about the human lymphatic system.
York hasn't forgotten his Alabama roots, as Gadsden, Birmingham, George Wallace, Cane Creek Furnace, Ohatchee and Cornwall Furnace help form a few of the themes in Ballads.
To quote the introduction to his book, "A Southerner by birth and temperament, York is distinctly attuned to questions of inheritance: our relation to the land and to the law, to justice done and undone. Everywhere the poet looks, relics turn up, charged texts and grisly histories: photographs of lynchings, a Rebel cannon dredged up from a river where steelworkers swam, `the shaft so close/they could have kicked it': shot and arrowheads from the Creek village at Tallasseehatchee burned at Jackson's command. Jake Adam York's Alabama resists assimilation and simplication."
That paragraph describes Ballads as well as any one paragraph possibly could.
York says that he gained a lot of his ideas from the music of Northeast Alabama, from such groups as Henagar's Louvin Brothers.
To reinforce that, one of the poems that York placed in Ballads is the lyrics to "Knoxville Girl," a Louvin Brothers song written in 1956.
Perhaps the best poem in the book, in my opinion, is "Double Exposure," a poem about a picture of York's grandfather as a young man.
Anyone who has ever seen an old picture of his parents or grandparents and who wonders, even briefly, who the subject is, can relate to this poem.
And any Alabamian with a sense of history can relate to the entire book.
I'll be reading and signing at the Mary G. Hardin Center for the Cultural Arts on Friday, January 6th, at 4pm.
My value almost doubled in little more than a week...

My blog is worth $15,807.12.
How much is your blog worth?
If you're in Fort Collins, tune in tonight at 6pm to 89.9 KRFC. I will be interviewed by Dona Stein and will read from Murder Ballads.
If you're not around, I'll have a CD of the show — and last Tuesday's "The Poets Vs." on KVCU — if you want to listen. I'm going to look into podcasting these in low-bitrate format and will update you on that as it develops.
Still cogitating/agitating over storySouth business. Hope to be back to regular blogging by the end of this next week.
Meanwhile, I am writing.
Listening to Janet Feder.
Thanks to all who came out last Friday to greet Murder Ballads on its way into the world.
I was deeply moved by the expression of interest.
That is what I write for.
So, thank you. Thank you.
Thank you.
I hope to have a new book for you all soon.
I pissed off at least two people today, but at least my bog is worth $9,032.64. I'm pretty sure that ain't liquid, however.

My blog is worth $9,032.64.
How much is your blog worth?
Sorry to you faithful readers (according to my stat log, more than 1300 of you last month (!)) for being so lame the last weeks.
Tomorrow I'm preparing for my release reading and waiting for my parents and grandparents to arrive (yes they're coming all the way for Alabama for this).
Come Monday I'll have more perspective. And perhaps a bit more time as well.
And then the blogging again.
I could not be happier this day. Though I had, traumatically, to report to work this morning at 9am, even that didn't dampen the excitement of actually having the book in my hands. And to amplify my joy, Steve Mueske inducted me into the Digerati.
Sleeping well,
no bad dreams,
no paranoia,
careful to all animals...
I have it in my hands.
Am sleeping again, just like that.
And writing again.
Not a coincidence, I'm sure.
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Working now on a serial poem about the death of Jimmie Lee Jackson.
If this poem comes as the Emmitt Till poem came, I could be done with it by the end of November and then more than two-thirds of the way toward the completion of the next collection of poems. I'd like to have a full working MS by year's end. I don't think I'm that far off.
And then I'll get caught in an up cycle and won't sleep for a while or sleep much for several weeks while I work on the poem.
I do enjoy the rush — I can't get it any other way — I feel when I'm in the middle of working on a poem, such intense concentration it feeds itself, and I forget all manner of responsibility and action.
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And then I come down.
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For those who are interested, I have updated my Murder Ballads page. I'll continue to add material there over the next week or so.
I should have the book in hand by next Monday. Perhaps before.

Please come see us tonight if you are in town.
Anonymous asks, "What's it about?"
May I answer a question with a question?
Can poems console loss or horror? Can poems minister to murder? Bunk Richardson's? James Knox's? John Lee's? Virgil Ware's?
How does one write about murder, about crime, and about crimes that seem larger than themselves, that radiate outward, like earthquake waves? Can we answer such crimes? Can we answer for them?
Can a poem, like a murder ballad treat a terrible subject with a sweet melody?
Can I show you horror and compensation at once?
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That's a lot of questions to answer a single question, but I hope it suggests that in writing I ask questions and that my writing is a response to questions.
I'm working on a short piece about the history of murder ballads (the genre, not this book) and maybe once I get that one together it (the book) will make more sense.
Murder Ballads is available for pre-order on Amazon.
Later this week, Jason Sanford and I will launch a new issue of storySouth after a brief hiatus. I'm very happy to announce two features, one on the poetry of Charles Wright, edited by Daniel Cross Turner, and the other on the poetry of Tom Hunley, edited by Jeff Newberry. Also, poems by Nate Pritts, Angie DeCola, Shane Allison, and many others.
Some good news these days. It appears Nathan Pritts wants to feature my work in a Spring issue of H_NGM_N in which my work would provide one of the EPs.
And already lots of other potential opportunities to promote Murder Ballads are emerging, so though it may seem tautological, I'm creating a new "Self-promotion" category here to use for announcements of this sort.
The cover art for Murder Ballads

"The Murder," by Paul Cezanne (1867).