Vew from a wandering eye …

… The Unconquered Flame: On Robert Duncan | The Nation. (Hat tip, Rus Bowden.)

Back in 1976, I drive across the country with a bright and beautiful young woman named Carla de Haas. She and her boyfriend at the time, who were neighbors of ours, were moving back to San Francisco. He had already left and was going drive there. She wanted a companion for the trip, I had just been fired and had nothing better to do. Carla was a friend of Robert Duncan, a poet I much admired (still do). Unfortunately, for reasons I now forget, we were unable to get in touch. One of the great missed opportunities of my life.