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