why does most of Max Richardsemails arrive in my junk mail? is this some internet conspiracy against a major poet?? -----Original Message----- From: Max Richards Sent: Wednesday, May 25, 2016 4:05 PM To: [log in to unmask] Subject: 'In the Country' & 'My Chihuly' To last week’s set of dream poems I now add two more… 4. My Chihuly Also on the monorail I recognize from his eyepatch Dale Chihuly virtuoso of glass sculpture returning downtown from his Glass Art and Garden hard by the Seattle Space Needle. I don’t accost him, just snap him as we glide through the garish Gehry music museum and onward. Next thing we’re having his houseboat pointed out on Lake Union as our cruise passes close by. 'Watch out,' says our guide, 'great artist that he is, he likes to lean on his rail in the altogether, except for his pirate eyepatch.' When I’m great, that I shan’t match. If this were a dream I’d step over and fraternize as his equal. His big bright conglomerations shimmer and tinkle in the mind. 5. In the Country I’m a guest at two Bloomsbury parties. The first is at the Woolfs’ place in the country. Virginia this summer afternoon has no servants - she manages the kitchen expertly. Leonard pours us all liberal drinks. Tentative at first, I chat with Morgan; his early novels; he’s charming. Soon we’ll chat about India - but something separates us - ‘not here, not now.' Next day we meet again - in the country outside Melbourne. Now I’m the local, encouraging them to look unjudgingly. Impossible, says Lytton. Be generous, says Morgan. Says Virginia, their voices!