And did those feet in ancient time, walk upon England’s mountains green?
I did live in England one time, for a period of four months. It was 1989, I think. London. I never got to the mountains. Never even saw any. Not to the country at all. I was at school. Mostly it was bars for us, in our free time. One of the girls was dating a rower so a few times we went to watch him row. You had to drink then, it was so boring. Watery gin drinks. Scull, scull. Never knew who won or lost, couldn’t tell the difference, never cared. They were sorority girls I lived with, in a dingy apartment in Bayswater. Surprising me, they were nice girls. On the stovetop, sliver-thin cockroaches ran round and round when we cooked. In a cabinet in the living room we found a dead dove, its belly split open with rice spilling out. We never knew how the bird got there or if the rice had killed it.