Doing some multi-reading, because the Jeffers falls into some distinctly long-form narratives, which go some wild places with imagery and gut wrenching observation.
Having only really arrived at Robinson Jeffers reading very recently, and the visceral connection I have to his Big Sur settings... It feels momentous somehow as I go back to some of the longer poems in my cabinet of curiousities.
It took a lifetime of reading to get here. I'm reminded of how I had to travel to Serbia to have someone introduce me to the music of Charles Mingus.




