Message from the President ~ December 2024

Robinson Jeffers, Spirituality and the Universe

Fall to Winter, 2024

Greetings Members of the RJA,

Soon we will come to the arbitrary end of 2024. When the clock strikes midnight a certain change will be perceived, or hoped for, and we will move forward into the next year full of promise or fear; hope or desperation; new diets and exercise regimes; or, perhaps the chaos-invoking confusion of the relentless quest for growth, the divisive digital detritus of too much information, and the uncertainty of political and social change. I recall Jeffers’s verse, The day is a poem, “crusted with blood and barbaric omens/Painful to excess, inhuman as a hawk’s cry.”

An alternative, however, might be to acknowledge such a poem (day), observe its potential and dynamic charge, and then put it aside. Looking outward, we might be able “to kiss the earth again… let the leaves rain from the skies,” and “the rich life run to the roots again,” as Jeffers wrote in Return:

I will find my accounting where the alder leaf quivers
In the ocean wind over the river boulders.
I will touch things and things and no more thoughts,
That breed like mouthless May-flies darkening the sky,
The insect clouds that blind our passionate hawks
So that they cannot strike, hardly can fly.
Things are the hawk’s food and noble is the mountain, Oh noble
Pico Blanco, steep sea-wave of marble. 

None of these things is arbitrary to our senses whether tactile or emotional; we sense them with deliberation and intention. To sense, rather than think, might be another way forward. In such times as the future will provide it is not denial to quiet thinking and focus on feeling. Instead, it is a way to stay in the present and absorb the magnificent: tall grasses swaying in the southwest wind; orange and yellow oak leaves in spiraling descent to the ground; gulls squawking as pelicans awkwardly reach for flight; or the universal hum of the distant boulevard in the deepest night, perceived on a sleepless night’s walk.

One of the elements of Robinson Jeffers’s poetry that is sometimes overlooked is his prevalent non-dual spirituality. By this I mean the simple sense of oneness with the universe. “…the rocks/ And the earth and the other planets, and the stars and galaxies… They make one being, one consciousness, one life, one God,” (CP v. 3, p. 432). This perspective shares in both pantheism (god is the universe), a theme that has been ascribed to Jeffers by scholars, as well as panentheism (the universe as a manifestation of God). I do not wish to enter the debate of how divinity might manifest in Jeffers’s verse. The poet has been sufficiently clear in his belief that the current universe is divine. I thus inquire about the hypothesis that humans are the sense organs of the universe, and therefore, of God, as Jeffers later states in the above quoted poem.

If this hypothesis is true, then our very bodily functions, our contradictory perceptions of politics or redemption, our feelings, fates and futile hopes are all divine. The consciousness that apparently only humans maintain (although even this is now being questioned) affords the luminous opportunity to witness and engage with divinity. (Yes, there is a problematic issue of ethics in this line of thinking; let us save that for another day.)

Scientific methodologies ask us to test our hypotheses and verify or refute. Lately I have been contemplating the lyrics of Robinson Jeffers as aphorisms. In my work as a geologist, I often share particular lyrics with friends and colleagues, and especially with students. I offer the poems not as “poetry” but as a cogent statement of observation or philosophy – an aphorism. This mechanism of introducing Jeffers to the uninitiated has a tangible effect of integration on the recipient. Analytical thinkers such as the scientists I too often interact with seem to be somewhat disarmed when they read “Hooded Night” or “Evening Ebb”. If you will permit me: These extended aphorisms quiet the thinking and open the sensing in even the hardened scientist or Gen Z student.

In other words, reading these extended aphorisms seems to take the uninitiated (to Jeffers) into a realm of sensing or even feeling, but not thinking, thus supporting the hypothesis that humans are, in fact, sense organs. If this is accepted, then it is not a far stretch to say that in observing and contemplating a speck of dust or the whole of the universe we are sensing the divine – whether one is inclined toward the analytical thought of divinity, or not.

What strikes me is the split-second response of temporary expansiveness that crosses the eyes of the reader if, and when they sense the austere beauty in a Jeffers verse. In its most profound expression, I am witnessing a person unsheathed from the human-created reality and engaged in a felt sense of the universal

To return to the arbitrarily change of the year at 12 AM, 1 January; well, I am indifferent. When I have the opportunity to watch another soul be challenged by a Jeffers verse, or observe the wind blow through the quaking limbs of a desert cottonwood, I know that the moment is a poem, and I have spent it well.

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This is my last official correspondence with you all as President. Thank you for allowing me your time to read the electrons and ideas I spill on to the screen. Tim Hunt will take over in January. In fact, Tim has already been instrumental in the effort to move the RJA and Jeffers Studies into a reimagined, more widely engaging literary association and digital presence over the past few years as Executive Director. A number of new initiatives and publications soon will be unveiled that are tremendously exciting. The 100th anniversary edition of Roan Stallion, Tamar and other Poems will be published by Tor House Press. This will coincide with a new-look, on-line RJA conference focusing on the impact of 1925 on the legacy of Robinson Jeffers in terms of the Roan Stallion volume as well as the completion of Hawk Tower. Also, the open source, digital Jeffers Studies will be presented. Stay tuned!

2025 RJA Dues:
The notice to renew your RJA membership will be arriving in the coming weeks. Even better: protect that precious space in your inbox and renew now at: https://robinsonjeffersassociation.org/about-rja/join/

RJA Annual Business Meeting (Save the Date):
Our annual RJA Business Meeting will be in mid-February (on Zoom), and is tentatively scheduled for Saturday, February 22 at 1:00 PM Pacific/4:00 PM Eastern. Agenda items will include RJA setting programming priorities and amending the bylaws to formalize the role of the  Jeffers Studies editor (how appointed, term of appointment, etc.)

Sincerely,

Aaron Yoshinobu
Out-going President, Robinson Jeffers Association

Tamar & Other Poems: A Centennial Celebration, October 7, 2024 [video]

Robinson Jeffers’ Tamar & Other Poems: A Centennial Celebration (YouTube link)
Tim Hunt, The Book Club of California, October 7, 2024:

When the California poet Robinson Jeffers published, Tamar & Other Poems, his first major collection, in 1924, it struck reviewers as both timeless and powerfully of its moment. James Rorty declared that the poems “exhibit the maturity of a remarkable talent,” and the poet Babette Deutsch confessed to feeling as “Keats professed to feel, on looking into Chapman’s Homer.” The centennial of the publication of this landmark of California literature by California’s most significant modern poet offers an occasion to revisit Tamar’s unlikely discovery (aided by, as it happens, The Book Club of California) and to explore how the making of this collection and the story of its publication can help us recover and better understand its importance in its own era, while clarifying and deepening our understanding of its relevance for our own. No figure looms larger in the history of California poetry than Jeffers, and Tamar is the collection that shows why this is so and why it matters.

Message from the President ~ September 2023

Robinson Jeffers, U2, & Popular Culture

End of Summer, 2023

Greetings Members of the RJA,

As summer 2023 draws to a close, I’d like to revisit the summer of 2017. That summer, more than half a century after Jeffers’s death, an iconic rock band was on a worldwide tour that reached three million fans on five continents. The band, U2, prefaced their sold-out stadium performances with a selection of poetry for the audience prior to the start of the concert, and Jeffers’ “Juan Higera Creek” was one of several chosen by the band (bottom right). It’s important to note that U2 are counted among the most successful bands of the late twentieth century and, like Jeffers, have graced the cover of Time magazine.

Juan Higera Creek

Neither your face, Higera, nor your deeds
Are known to me; and death these many years
Retains you, under grass or forest-mould.
Only a rivulet bears your name: it runs
Deep-hidden in undeciduous redwood shade
And trunks by age made holy, streaming down                    
A valley of the Santa Lucian hills.
There have I stopped, and though the unclouded sun
Flew high in loftiest heaven, no dapple of light
Flecked the large trunks below the leaves intense,
Nor flickered on your creek: murmuring it sought
The River of the South, which oceanward
Would sweep it down. I drank sweet water there,
And blessed your immortality. Not bronze,
Higera, nor yet marble cool the thirst;
Let bronze and marble of the rich and proud
Secure the names; your monument will last
Longer, of living water forest-pure. (CP, v. 4).

In the context of such global rock stardom, the choice of “Juan Higera Creek” might seem discordant in a milieu where immortality is measured in the modern currency of sell-out crowds and monuments of gold records and Grammy awards. But U2’s choice of a Jeffers poem, I argue, reflects a growing cultural movement toward simplicity and simplified lifestyles. In the current vernacular it’s called “minimalism” or “voluntary simplicity.” Who better to demonstrate an austere lifestyle of art, science, intellectualism, religion, passivity, and reflection than the constellation of Jeffers, Una, the twins, and Tor House and Hawk.

U2’s choice of Jeffers’s poem speaks to this movement and demonstrates the synergy between our current moment in popular culture and Jeffers’s oeuvre. Indeed, as a member of the generation born immediately following Jeffers’s death, a person on the surface perhaps more firmly rooted in the cultural landscape of 1980’s rock than 1920’s poetry, I think the U2 story I’ve just recounted illustrates one of several possible synergies between Robinson Jeffers and our popular culture, synergies which give us opportunities to begin the conversation of popularizing the poetry and life of Robinson Jeffers.

The environmental movement is clearly another point of confluence between Jeffers’s poetry and popular culture. Since 1965 and the publication of the Sierra Club’s Not Man Apart, his poetry has been used as prophecy and solution for the environmental changes that are becoming increasingly apparent. Few authors evoke the terrible grandeur of nature and the miniscule scale, yet existential necessity, of humans to fully comprehend the universe like Jeffers. As Carl Sagan wrote, “we [humans] are the sense organ of the universe”, and few artists better articulated the beauty, pain, and suffering of the human-lived world than Jeffers.

From a letter Jeffers wrote to Sister Mary James Power, 1 October, 1934, CL, v. 2):

I believe that the universe is one being, all its parts are different expressions of the same energy, and they are all in communication with each other, influencing each other, therefore parts of one organic whole (This is physics, I believe, as well as religion.) The parts change and pass, or die, people and races and rocks and stars; none of them seems to me important in itself, but only the whole. This whole is in all its parts so beautiful, and is felt by me to be so intensely in earnest, that I am compelled to love it, and to think of it as divine. It seems to me that this whole alone is worthy of the deeper sort of love; and that there is peace, freedom, I might say a kind of salvation, in turning one’s affections outward toward this one God, rather than inward on one’s self, or on humanity, or on human imaginations, and abstractions – the world of spirits. …I think that one may contribute (ever so slightly) to the beauty of things by making one’s own life and environment beautiful, so far as one’s power reaches.

Isn’t this a good time for humanity to be re-introduced to a little bit of humility through the careful curation and presentation of Jeffers’ best works so to contribute to “the beauty of things”?

And finally, every time I introduce a student, colleague, friend, or stranger to Jeffers, they become absorbed and flabbergasted, and exclaim: “How did I never read him?!” “His poems are so timeless!”, “He is truly an environmental prophet!”. My canvasing of people across the country and continents, when mentioning Jeffers and his achievement, indicates that they are hungry for his art and lifestyle. Shouldn’t his books be more available, more read? Shouldn’t Tor House be mentioned in the same breath as the Mark Twain House or Fallingwater, recognized as quickly as Dostoevsky’s desk or Yeats tower?

So, I ask you to ponder the following: If a hugely successful rock band projects Jeffers’ verse onto the screen every night during a global tour, thus demonstrating the possibility for the continued relevance of poetry in our popular culture, how might we, as a community dedicated to Jeffers, translate this action in terms of deepening the general populations’ knowledge and appreciation of Jeffers’ prophetic verse and aesthetic life?

Over the past year the RJA has begun to re-evaluate its role in the promotion and maintenance of Jeffers’ literary achievement in the academy. Thanks to Executive Director Tim Hunt’s initiative, we have expanded the programming of the Association to reach beyond the traditional halls of academic scholars and to begin curating resources to promote the literary achievement of Robinson Jeffers to a wider population. Such programming includes regular “book group meetings” where members may discuss various poems; webinars that feature new study or presentation from the Jeffers canon, and the creation of a newly designed open-source and on-line version of Jeffers Studies, as well as a new mode of Annual RJA conferences. Look for future announcements regarding these initiatives.

But this is simply not enough. In the 21st century a vast array of multi-media outlets play the dominant role in shaping public perceptions. It is in our best interests to promulgate the lifestyle and poems of Robinson Jeffers, “ever so slightly”, to make sure that he remains relevant to the modern movements of artistry and to earnestly improve the world around us. What if each of us donated a copy of The Wild God of the World to a local high school or library or random, but possibly interested, stranger? What if we regularly posted images and poems of beauty in our social media? A lovely Instagram account “Poetry is Not a Luxury,” (@poetryisnotaluxury; right), a title that refers to Audre Lord’s seminal 1977 essay, has over 750,000 followers. The account simply posts a stanza or a whole poem every day, including the work of Rainer Maria Rilke, Jane Hirshfield, Emily Dickinson, and many others; a sure sign of the continued relevance of the role of poetry in sustaining our popular culture. How else might we imagine and innovate new ways to bring Robinson Jeffers to the forefront of the public dialog on art, politics, culture and science? Certainly, we may begin by saturating our local worlds with images, verses, and actions that are Jeffersian. Let’s follow on the example of rockstars and social media influencers as far as our powers may reach to demonstrate that this is the moment for America to become reacquainted with Robinson Jeffers.

Sincerely,

Aaron Yoshinobu
President, Robinson Jeffers Association

P.S. Special thanks to Dr. Laura diZerega for the photograph from U2’s show at the Olympia Stadion, Berlin, on 12 July, 2017, depicting Zabriskie Point above the stage, and poet Clarissa Aykroyd’s blog, The Stone and the Star, for the image of Juan Higera Creek projected next to the stage.