From Kirkus Reviews
Winner of the Juniper Prize, this volume of Jacobiks impressionistic verse celebrates feeling over intellect (one can over- think a thing), which partly explains her lack of clarity in poems that awkwardly incorporate cultural allusions into an odd polysyllabic vocabulary. In The Election, Jacobik declares herself the true heir to Anne Sexton (not a great poet), but without Sextons fears and mad self-absorption. Instead, she embraces the everydayTheres too much of life to take inin her affirmations of her own sexuality, music, and nature. But her imprecision causes sentimentality and confused thinking: In The Breakfast Room, she speaks of ephemerality become tangible; in Lines, her distinction between how we read prose and poetry is simply odd; and in Figuration, about her poet friend who eschews metaphor, she reveals her own misunderstanding of poetics. Anecdotal poems find little justification beyond their peculiarity: A man in an elevator ejaculates against her skirt (Darkness); an afternoon sexual encounter takes places in the house where Clover Adams committed suicide (A Prelapsarian Mood Piece). Dead deer and a crow eating a small creature make Jacobik think, not surprisingly, of deathtypical of the tautological imagination displayed here. --
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Review
Read these poems silently first and feel as if you've entered a painting and had the opportunity to explore its areas of light and shadow. Then read them aloud to savor their rhythms and the author's mid-range voice, the most piercing and poignant, as she relates in her title poem, "The Double Task." Then give them to someone you love, who perhaps reads poetry, but also to the frail of heart, to those whose senses need cleansing and renewal, to those who need to make a space in their life for thinking, reflecting, and feeling. I like these poems: their first-reading accessibility, their unfolding upon rereading, their valuation of the feminine and daily, their way of making a cultural landscape intimate. I read them slowly over the course of days, usually in the morning when I take my coffee outdoors. Afterwards, I always noticed some new details during my return walk, heard the street music, felt the sun penetrating inward and seeming to reach even my bones. This sense of heightened awareness, recognition of the richness of life, and occasional transcendence are what poetry does better than any other art. Jacobik's poems add to that legacy. --
From Independent PublisherThe Banquet
The Bed Of Music
Bodies And Clothes
Brain Teasers
The Breakfast Room
The Buck In The Snow
The Chinese Chestnut Breeze
The Circle Theatre
The Composer
Darkness
A Delicate Harmonic
The Discovery
The Double Task
Dust Storm
Economies
The Election
Figuration
First Marriage
Flamingos
Funereal
The Last Of Our Embraces Transformed From The First
Lines
Lost Trains
The Movie Fan
November
Parrots
The Past
A Prelapsarian Mood Piece
The Quilt Show
The Reunion
Sandwoman
Sappho Views Her X-rays
Sappho's Voice
A Serious Sweetness
Skirts
Sounds Better Than Human Silence
The Spinning
Sylvia Plimack Mangold Paints
Three Full Seasons And One Cut Short
Turkeys In August
Under The Dome Of This Sky
Vines And Cathedral Lines
The Visitation
The Wooden Egg
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