he’d ask a Greek myth or two ask Faust to come along Wagner too he’d empty the pool and fill it with ice all the waitresses will be dressed in skintight photos of themselves naked Newton will read his ‘ye star regulus obtained’ the grass will grow before our eyes dust will crumble into talc Sir Kenelm Digby with a crown of vipers will arrive with the ravishing Venetia Anastasia Stanley on his arm who was 200 years old just the other day and traveling well the blue wine will be unkegged fine weather booked Meister Eckhart will bring his well turned rocks ‘who weightlessness upon ye ground dost have’ the Berlioz Big Band fresh from a gig in Italy will orchestrate the guests their string vests’ll resonate Husserl may sit in whistling motionless accords