[Nether Stowey, UK]
In Nether Stowey
We sleep in Coleridge's library.
Not a single verse on awakening.
With all the hoopla surrounding the fact that our hotel room was once a library, used by Samuel Taylor Coleridge, sometimes to write poems, I had hoped to wake with something, anything, in my poor brain. As Coleridge woke from an opium induced sleep to pen the opening lines to 'Kubla Khan'. But my head is completely empty. Still, it is an exciting thought to be in the same room -- even if the buzz isn't anything like the genuine sense of awe I felt outside George Harrison's residence in Henley the previous day. And except for 'The Ancient Mariner' (a ripping good yarn that!), Coleridge's verses -- e.g. "In Xanadu did Kubla Khan a stately pleasure dome decree" -- don't rate against Harrison's material, like that quoted in the previous journal entry. I am in the end a child of my times it seems.