on 29 June 2014
I've only discovered Robert Bringhurst's writing for myself in the last year, but already I'm aghast at how many other readers of contemporary poetry don't appear to know his work. Firmly in the tradition of Ezra Pound, with the lucidity of language and the breadth of cultural reference that goes with that, though happily, without the occasional obscurantist craziness that marred that venimous master. Don't know Bringhurst? Buy!