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by Gray Jacobik

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A Nearness to Tremendousness, by Gray Jacobik

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Now I see my November nature derives from loving what I cannot keep, what will not stay, what lives and dies or changes when I would have constancy stave off my darkest midnight thoughts; misanthropic creature I am becoming, who would live far away from her kind's encroachments and silliness. No ancient Chinese proverb's needed: I am moving upcountry, beyond my temperate zone.

from Bittersweet by Gray Jacobik

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Yesterday was William Meredith Day in New London, commemorating the Connecticut College professor and winner of the Pulitzer Prize and National Book Award for poetry. News of the proclamation seems to have made its way to Smolyan, Bulgaria, whose mayor forwarded this letter of congratulations to the mayor of New London. Meredith was a champion and translator of the Bulgarian poet Lyubomir Levchev, and as such has long had a following in Bulgaria. 

Connecticut College will do its small part to celebrate Meredith’s memory by hosting a poetry reading by Gray Jacobik, poet and professor emerita from Eastern Connecticut State University. The reading will take place in the Charles Chu Room at 4:30 p.m., Friday, April 22. 

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Ramshackle Rain, Gray Jacobik. Encaustic on birch panel. 

"I am an experimental studio artist, influenced by Diebenkorn, Frankenthaler, Mitchell, Mason, Rutenberg, and Bowling. Because I work in encaustic, which uses thermal energy and air currents, and is constantly changing from a liquid to a solid state, I use the same forces that shape the planet and the cosmos. Consequently, my paintings are acts of co-creation, rather than of representation or non-objective work.

Educated at Goddard and Brandeis (BA, MA, PhD), I taught in the MFA program at the University of Southern Maine. My art has been exhibited in the Museum of American Art in New Britain, the Slate in Norwich, CT, and the National Arts Club, as well as in numerous juried exhibitions." 

Video Interview with Gray Jacobik

Click here for Part 1 | Click here for Part 2

You can see more of Gray's work at http://www.grayjacobikartist.com/

[comics-and-comics]

Can anything be said to those we betrayed and abandoned? Neither of us knew ourselves; each feared we’d be destroyed by the other’s needs. That fear seems exorbitant from here, and pointless, yet I remember staggering about for weeks feeling as though a beast were daily ripping the sternum out of my chest. We shred our nerves against the grate of one another’s youthful insecurities

Gray Jacobik (my grandmother!)

Full text:

The Ex

In the placable air of long dissolved discord, we wait

with our daughter, days overdue, our single shared

goodness. She carries our first grandchild.

  In thirty years, not a word has tiptoed across

the continent between us. We've led vastly different

lives. He's not unkind, only holds a dizzying number

  of opinions. Like bombarding mosquitoes they fly in

and out of range. Across my face I draw a tight mask

of passive acquiescence. The skeleton underneath

  threatens to grin, but he's the one who's dying--

of AIDS and its complications--the effeminate,

virginal boy I married when I was twenty-two.

  Can anything be said to those we betrayed and

abandoned? Neither of us knew ourselves; each

feared we'd be destroyed by the other's needs.

  That fear seems exorbitant from here, and pointless,

yet I remember staggering about for weeks feeling

as though a beast were daily ripping the sternum

  out of my chest. We shred our nerves against the grate

of one another's youthful insecurities. Weak, slight,

vulnerable, only his voice is unchanged—

  I must have loved its sound once! Maybe, strangely,

in the unreckonable realm of human life—our daughter's

and her child's--whoever we marry is ours forever.

  And in some sense he is mine, and I almost want him,

but only out of pity, or forgotten guilt. All the dross

that had to go was long since skimmed off. Here

  we are, his once-wife, my once-husband, the child

we made who is with child, this summer evening's

sterling light and the mystery of how each moment

  goes on and on and holds us present until the last.

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Come See the Roses on the Moony Night Acrylic Painting by Gray Jacobik Deep River, CT, United States Original: $995.00 Print: $40.00