In the company of vultures

So this is Robinson Jeffers. I admit that I didn't like this iconic poet of "inhumanism". War and famine are better than affluence, hawks and falcons are better than humans (Jeffers would rather kill a man than a raptor), being eaten by vultures is an honour...you get the drift. Rather than warn modern man to make him mend his ways, the poet wants to look at the dumb masses swarming down the dark mountain to their inevitable doom. He also begs to be cremated, and complains about the county tax taking all his money! This man's lyrical bravado made me reach for my lucky pills (or Jaffa soft cakes). Marcus Aurelius, come back, all is forgiven...

Some excerpts, for review purposes only, please don't copy-paste.

The Trap

>>>I am not well civilized, really alien here: trust me not. I can understand the guns and the airplanes, the other conveniences leave me cold. "We must adjust our economics to the new abundance..." Of what? Toys: motors, music-boxes, paper, fine clothes, leisure, diversion. I honestly believe (but really an alien here: trust me not) blind war, compared to this kind of life, has nobility, famine has dignity. Be happy, adjust your economics to the new abundance; one is neither saint nor devil, to wish the intolerable nobler alternative.

Vulture

>>>I could see the naked red head between the great wings bear downward staring. I said. "My dear bird, we are wasting time here. These old bones will still work, they are not for you." But how beautiful he looked, gliding down on those great sails; how beautiful he looked, veering away in the sea-light over the precipice. I tell you solemnly that I was sorry to have disappointed him. To be eaten by that beak and become part of him, to share those wings and those eyes - What a sublime end of one's body, what an enskyment; what a life after death.

And that's on a good day!

Geezus.

PS. This is a review of a different collection of Jeffers' poems, not available from Amazon at the present time. Like you give a damn.