Lawrence Ferlinghetti
who lived in some manner of living
in San Francisco for a while,
Mentions
a Dante Billiard Parlor
in his Autobiography:

Ferlinghetti’s “oral messages” are not the productions of a hidden observer—someone in roughly the same anonymous position as the audience of a movie. They are the utterances of a public man, someone with an “I” that can be recognized by others. At the same time, however, the public stance taken by that man is that of the rebel—“the true rebel hero, drag that he is,” as the poet writes in Her. Ferlinghetti deliberately inhabits a public space in his work, but within that space he insists that he is an outsider—a public outsider:

I am leading a quiet life

in Mike’s place every day

watching the champs

of the Dante Billiard Parlor

and the French pinball addicts.

I am leading a quiet life

on lower East Broadway.

I am an American.

I was an American boy.

(“Autobiography”)

Lawrence got famous.
J. Eric is mostly ignored.
You supply the Moral.