By Robinson Jeffers/Read by Marian Seldes
Editor's note: I know how a lot of people feel about poetry: it's for pussies. Well, for the most part that is true. But mixed in with the self-aggrandizing, flowery, sensitive bards are a few masculine beasts such as Robinson Jeffers. A poet of no-standing in the first half of his life, Jeffers became the Stephen King of poets in the 1920 and 30s (Popularity-wise, not so much commercially viable though; this is after all poetry we're talking about.). But his vitriolic opposition to WWII struck down both his critical and public reputation. All the better I say! His narrative poetry--with "Roan Stallion" and "Tamar" being the watermarks--was filled with grisly violence, mass murder and suicide, beastiality, caustic anti-political language and most of all iron wrought images and symbolism that spoke inhumanly to this over-humanized world. Besides my baby daughter, Robinson Jeffers is my truest guru.