One summer, Jake York was the poet-in-residence, living in the house the University uses to house Grisham visiting writers, and, for the fourth of July, Joe, Jake, and I roasted a whole hog for a big party of family and friends. I have a lot of pictures of the process, but not any with people in it (other than one where Joe and Jake’s dad is visible at a distance).
It poured rain during the night and Jake’s shift was the worst of it, barely able to keep a fire alive. But we got it done and had a magnificent pig roast. I’m very glad I got to spend that time with him, and, over the years hear him more than once read his poetry.
The Kenyon Review has a memorial up for him with several recordings of Jake reading his poetry, well worth checking out.
Our grief is still too fresh for real thinking, but we weep with the entire literary community when we mourn the passing of Jake Adam York earlier this afternoon (12/16/12). In his great spirit, we want to share and give, as he would and did. Jake taught forThe Kenyon Review this past summer in our Writers Workshop and Young Writers programs.