I say to my woman, "Jeffers was a great poet. think of a title like Be Angry At The Sun. don't you realize how great that is?
"you like that negative stuff." she says
"positively," I agree, finishing my drink and pouring another. "in one of Jeffers' poems, not the sun poem, this woman fucks a stallion because her husband is such a gross spirit. and it's believable. then the husband goes out to kill the stallion and the stallion kills him."
"I never heard of Jeffers," she says.
"you never heard of Big Sur? Jeffers made Big Sur famous just like D. H. Lawrence made Taos famous. when a great writer writes about where he lives the mob comes in and takes over."
"well you write about San Pedro," she says.
"yeah," I say, "and have you read the papers lately? they are going to construct a marina here, one of the largest in the world, millions and billions of dollars, there is going to be a huge shopping center, yachts and condominiums every- where!"
"and to think," my woman says smiling, "that you've only lived here for three years!"
"I still think," I say, changing the subject, "you ought to read Jeffers."