everything that lives moves . . .

everything that lives moves . . .

Sunday, February 9, 2020

Coronado Island, California

“The old ocean at the land’s foot, the vast gray extension beyond the long white violence . . . This place is the noblest thing I have ever seen.  No imaginable human presence here could do anything but dilute the lonely self-watchful passion.”

            -from the poem “The Place for No Story” by Robinson Jeffers

Hotel Del Coronado

“I like to sit and look up at the mythic history of Western Civilization, pinpricked and clued through the zodiac.  I’d like to be able to name them, say what’s what and how who got where, curry the physics of metamorphosis and its endgame, but I’ve spent my life knowing nothing."

            -from the poem, “Looking West from Laguna Beach at Night” by Charles Wright

Clayton's Diner
Coronado, California
“The sea going on and on forever around the earth.  Far and far as your lips are near.  Filled with the same light as your eyes.  Darling, darling, darling.  The future is long gone by and the past will never happen.  We have only this, our one forever.  So small.  So infinite.  So brief.  So vast.  Immortal as our hands that touch.  Almighty as this single kiss that has no beginning.  That will never, never end." 

            -from the poem “This Night Only” by Kenneth Rexroth



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