Ideas and Arts blowing around Gambier Island

... on a windy day, May day. Robert Bringhurst and Jan Zwicky sailed and drove and sailed again to reach this island in Howe Sound. Quoting his wife Jan, Robert said: "Nothing can echo with being unless it is emptied of itself." He also said, poems are scaffolds for meaning to climb on. Sometimes, like in nature, meaning makes a nest in the scaffold and breeds.

On the way home, watching wings of white spray carry The Stormaway across, I thought of Robert's rhythmic way of speaking, the distinctive snap of tongue and lips that left time for each thoughtful phrase to sink in.