Thursday 30 April 2020

Destruction of country houses in 20th-century Britain (draft)

From memory the modern physiognomy of 
the best picnic is on Agars Plough,
how can you forget massive gazebos 
overflowing with fresh salmon
and Moet out the proverbial bucket!
O' dancing in the moonlight
we're dancing in the moonlight 
when that moon is big and bright 
it's a supernatural delight, 
when everybody is dancing in the moonlight!
o' we're dancing in the moonlight 
pin locked and the clashing oars are
needle grown out of HM Government
children are the bilge for best water
just like rabid class equipment 
declines in 'returns' of each cohort reneged 
sorry is the hardest word but you learn 
from your mistakes remember 
you just like walking around its intrepid fantasy 
with elbows in the topiary garden dancing to
the architecture of moonlit colonnades, 
the custodial moonlit amphiteatres, the moonlit
night-club interiors as designed by Edwin Lutyens 
on old drugs and re-thought as a underground bungalow 
and exit into anti-ligature moonlit prisons 
with calico print on the walls that keep you
in a second nature bind
like the new poor law. 

By day devoted exclusively to treadmill prayer,
and by night the very cradle of blessed liberty!
a palliative of others in the good collective bed
endogenous to mobility regime
upping flowers in a new
version of dirt if they do not exist 
from their own subsistence then 
remember biting the monarch bestowing
largess horsepower is reinventing the 
wheel to 70 poor boys of custos closed
by the brocas as informal water 
pageant splitting custom made faux-stone toys 
blocking up amenities all the way down 
Dorney lake like shit doesn't sink!
well I'll let you know to each his own
keep on a pierced throne for 
imperial measure to watch
the poor niche alcoves