By Lisa Pasold Winter nights, one of my greatest pleasures is looking forward to summer travels—and my favourite companions on these cold nights are poets who have voyaged before me. One of my most enduring affairs is with the work of Japanese 17th-century poet-monk Bashō. My motto is his line: […]
I am sharing, with his permission, a thoughtful piece by friend, Larry French. Add your thoughts about whether or not nothin’s plenty for you. “Nothing,” in terms of poetic diction, lacks lustre. It is bereft of imagined content. A toneless first syllable, ending in the insipid fricative“th,” lifted slightly by the more […]