Yes, Max, enjoyed them. But I find it difficult to feel the nature of
dreams in the poems - and I can't create such a tone in my own dream
writings either!~ Is it a surreal element that permeates dreams?? Too
dangerous to attempt in mere words? Any techniques any p'etcers practise?
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On 3 June 2016 at 08:16, Max Richards <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> You say sleepy, Bill, but sleep for me is neither creative nor recreative,
>
> and dreams are mostly dumb fragments.
>
> Yes, that phrase about race gender & class came to me years ago, for
> another poem,
>
> and in general I concede my dream poems are burdened with waking stuff.
>
> A friend not on the list tells me my pieces are too discursive and have
> not enough of image,
>
> and he is right.
>
> Thanks for saying ‘jaunty’ and noting dialogue.
>
> Max
>
> On Jun 1, 2016, at 20:08, Bill Wootton <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>
> > What a sleepy fellow you are these days, Max. I wonder whether the airy
> > dismissal of the 'tiresome threesome' came to the narrator mid-dream or
> was
> > an after-construction. Mind you, as Doug says, we all I think still have
> > dreams of incompletion of tasks begun with commitment. What is most
> > convincing for me with this one and the metalworking Chris Wallace-Crabbe
> > in the last is the jaunty tone and frustrations expressed in dialogue.
> >
> > Bill
> >
> > On Thursday, 2 June 2016, Max Richards <[log in to unmask]>
> wrote:
> >
> >> A Poet’s Advice
> >>
> >> Walter de la Mare
> >> is in Melbourne - as
> >> sports commentator.
> >>
> >> Many dislike his voice,
> >> ‘posh’, long sentences,
> >> but this is cricket
> >>
> >> with the Poms on tour.
> >> Half the team speak that way.
> >> He glides toward me,
> >>
> >> limp handshake. ‘Pleased
> >> to meet…’ Yes, he will read
> >> my manuscript, ‘but -
> >>
> >> never expect fame
> >> or money from poems!’
> >> Do I look so young
> >>
> >> and hopelessly hopeful?
> >> He says he’ll post my packet
> >> back, but never does.
> >> The Test victory is theirs.
> >>
> >> A Last Late Lecture
> >>
> >> The professor who hired me
> >> when I was thirty appears
> >> forty-five years on, saying:
> >> 'Have you kept up?’ Well,
> >> I'm lecturing right now -
> >> come see, I say, and listen.
> >>
> >> What bravado!
> >> He sits at the back.
> >> The half-filled room see
> >> I’ve come without notes
> >> or textbook. I bend over
> >> one in the front row,
> >>
> >> and what’s this? - stuff
> >> I’ve never read, though
> >> much mentioned for years
> >> for being power-packed:
> >> race, gender, class!
> >> the tiresome threesome
> >>
> >> I’ve skirted all this time
> >> while others ‘work on them’.
> >> Today I can’t just say:
> >> here are some poems
> >> I’ve enjoyed, let’s share.
> >> My mouth is dry. I wake.
> >>
> >> The Thesis Dream
> >>
> >> My mid-life opus has dragged me
> >> slowly into near-retirement
> >> unfinished, untidy, what the heck.
> >> Fed up with the long haul,
> >>
> >> I parcel it off roughly along
> >> the guidelines for submission,
> >> settling back to wait.
> >> Soon the assessors’ reports
> >>
> >> come my way, restrained
> >> but clearly scandalized.
> >> No university accepts such
> >> stuff. Am I downhearted?
> >>
> >> Recurring dreams diverge.
> >> There’s the turn to dismay,
> >> or the blessed relief,
> >> resurgence of self-belief.
> >>
>
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