(from novel “Elinor Rigby”)
Why I love England?
Not for the Hide park,
and first class evergreen grasses and pastures,
Big Ben, Beatles music and other luxurious,
but for the awkward “puppet theatre”
right on the centre of London -
for that horrible and hellish sardonic
and vivid shapes and figures
of famous and respectful persons on Britain -
politics, majors, prime–ministers
queen members and other up-to-date authorities.
They are all the artists of excellence modern drama
and that is very profitable business
in Albion –creating and selling monstrous shapes of
on the such astonishing public exhibition
in open air,
as for our closed countries
and closed sculptors, painters, writers and other arts men
to create innumerous golden statures
of our “purest” top governors, “idyllic” leaders,
“angel like” thefts and cleptocraties.