DON’S BLOOD RED MASQUE.

Posted on Aug 27, 2020 by Harri Seeing Red Standard Reply

Citizens emerge from the woodwork and claim the right to bear arms against anyone they deem to be not on the same page as them.
These villainous vigilantes place their freedoms above all other rights and obligations.
Even above the ten commandments of Christianity that most of them claim to believe in.
The whiff of cordite is in the air, threatening to usurp the alcoholic odour of hand sanitiser.
Boogaloo boys and others wander the streets of US towns and cities dressed in paramilitary clothes and armed to the teeth with outlandish weaponry.
As tempers flare over racist atrocities, so the orchestrated insanity gains in intensity.
All of this plays to the crude theatre of the surreal that American politics has become.
I can hardly bring myself to tune into news bulletins for fear that the madness has been further ramped up.
I try to occupy myself with distractions, today I finally framed two Japanese ink paintings that I made in 1999.
Whilst I looked for pins to fix picture hooks to the wall with I came across a gold wedding ring in the bottom of a tin of assorted DIY bric-a-brac.
I have no idea how it came to be there, nor who it belonged to.
I’ve not opened this tin for a good twenty years, but this piece of 9 carat gold weighs in at seven grams.
Scrap 9ct gold currently fetches up to £18 per gram so that’s a cool £120 I never knew I had.
Luck it seems is unequally distributed around the globe.
I cannot stop the thoughts of bullets severing spinal chords that enter my fevered brain. Not even this joyous piece of serendipity can supplant the feelings of horror that overwhelm me as I watch Trump’s Red Death Masque unfold minute by minute, lie by lie.
The situation is grossly obscene, somebody or something, please take me out of this mindset, away from the pornography of ritual anti democracy and unconstitutionality as performed by four five and his perverse family on a daily basis.
Unfortunately I know that when I awake tomorrow it won’t be over.
Sure enough I wake to news that a seventeen year old boy has opened fire on unarmed protestors in Wisconsin.
I worry for all my good friends in America.
The fork tongued ghoul exhorts his followers to call for twelve more years. Twelve more years to wage war on his own people, sow division between wasps and everyone else.
The first lady glides onto my TV swathed in khaki and delivers the most egregious speech calling on people to pull together whilst her husband sends in the national guard.

Reason, democracy, trust,
These things lie trashed in the dust,
Bile poured by unbottled djins,
State fabric smashed like ninepins,
All the rednecks drink it up,
Yet they too lap hemlock cup.
Empire’s end, never pretty,
Nihilists bring mendacity,
One aim, protect privilege,
Rob, lie, burn, spurn tutelage,
Announce new normal, rain chaos,
Wave sweet reason adiós,
Dream’s over, now demons bask,
In light from Don’s blood red masque.

Harry Rogers, ranting in the Yellow Room, 27th August 2020.

PALE GYMKHANAE

Posted on Aug 27, 2020 by Harri Seeing Red Standard Reply

The pale rider saunters into the car park at Tesco’s.
She fiddles with her pearls as she observes the obedient socially distanced queue who, in turn, wait patiently to purchase their fuel for the future.
The rider hides her identity behind a cloak of invisibility, dismounts from her temporary steed, and slides microscopically along the line in search of a new carrier.
Most of the people deny her entrance because they have taken the precaution to bar the way with masks and bandanas, but there, almost at the front of the queue, stands a non-conformist.
Unmasked, proud of the T Shirt he wears with the slogan Masks Off, Let’s Be Real emblazoned across his chest.
The rider does not hesitate, she wraps her wispy tentacles around his head and pulls herself sinuously into his sinus cavity and awaits his next breath to carry her deep into his unsuspecting lungs.
He remains haughty and unaware that he’s been chosen.
Inside his lungs the rider leaves some seeds and then departs on the next exhalation from which she floats languorously back to her invisible charger.
She remounts and they slowly trot past the front of store security guard and amble by the table with the hand sanitiser dispenser and paper towels, on into the fruit and vegetable section.
She rides up and down the aisles, she deliberately follows the red arrows marked out on the floor, and, once, spurs her mount to leap over the shelves straight into the midst of a family group as they gently argue about ice cream flavours.
More seeds are sown and eventually the rider leaves for pastures new.
She spurs her invisible horse down to Aldi.
Another hotspot, more human receptacles, the breeding goes on.
Meanwhile other riders await starter’s orders in a variety of situations.
Waves lap gently, waiting for the inevitable rollers to break on winter shores.

Harry Rogers, in the Yellow Room, 27th August 2020.

HEAR SKYLARKS SING

Posted on Aug 24, 2020 by Harri Seeing Red Standard Reply

Harriboy’s Hut Demo

Soon your tower gonna fall
I heard your whippoorwill call
Shreiked in the middle of night
Now it’s time to put things right.
You tell lies the easy way
Like Jimmy McGill they say
Two hours on make up and hair
Spread snake oil everywhere.
Better take off your golf shoes
Listen to reckoning news
Go downtown and take a look
Put away Goebbels playbook.
Young folks are your nemesis
They can’t stand your wind and piss
Your shallow state is not free,
Hang you from Joshua tree
Pittsburgh rusts on in the rain
We won’t hear your voice again
Whimper beyond your last scream
As we end your bad daydream
People on the streets will jive
After the fall of four five.
Once more hope anew we’ll bring
Then we will hear skylarks sing.

Harry Rogers in the Red Bedroom, 24th August 2020.

INFLATABLE KAYAKS AND SUNSEEKERS

Posted on Aug 24, 2020 by Harri Seeing Red Standard Reply

Two young refugees paddle a kayak,
Watch as the flycatchers circle this craft
Not a high spec sea going pro kayak
Able to cross over English Channel
Only a cheap inflatable kayak
For recreation in pool or still lake.
Only a faux imitation kayak.
For two to try and paddle such a craft
From Calais to England is sheer folly
Embarked out of utter desperation
Resulting from unjust situation.
One boy drowned the other demoralised
Meanwhile millionaire British bankers
Circle the globe in super yacht Sunseekers
Fifty four metre luxury cruisers
Tell me, where’s the fucking justice?…..
Where?…..
Where?
Human Rights?
What are they?

Harry Rogers, in the Yellow Room, 24th August 2020.

CALEDONIA PIZZICATO

Posted on Aug 23, 2020 by Harri Seeing Red Standard Reply

This, the ultimate expression
Of complete social distancing
Is now open public knowledge.
The Sunday newspapers are full
Of column inches about yurts,
Staycations, fences and trespass.
Photographs of Prime Minister
In Knitted wooly bobble hat,
And hipster lumberjack checked shirt.
Just another ordinary
Geezer on summer holidays,
Cut off from civilisation,
Plucking strings so pizzicato,
In private Caledonia.
Have his grades gone up or down?
Are his algorithms working?
Kitchen spad cabinet smirking,
As we are played again for fools.

Harry Rogers in the Yellow Room, 23rd August 2020

THROUGH THE ISM PRISM

Posted on Aug 23, 2020 by Harri Seeing Red Standard Reply

Antimilitarism
Naturalism
Anticolonialism
Revolutionism
Communitarianism
Humanism
Objectivism

EAGLES FLY NO MORE

Posted on Aug 18, 2020 by Harri Seeing Red Standard Reply

A Welsh golden eagle dies in the hills,
Student high fliers well know how this feels,
Llywodraeth have failed to act fast enough,
No wonder young voters will cut up rough.
Demise of justice, first ministers fault,
Education system not worth its salt.
Meanwhile, on his jollys, Johnson’s away,
So nobody knows what he’s got to say.
The Brexiteer Reich grinds close to it’s end,
Cummings events? Dear god, heaven forfend.
Control slips away, they go round the bend,
It’s all got too much for this lot to mend.
Whilst bailed MP deletes his twitter feed
Pandemic chaos is too hard to read.

Harry Rogers in the Red Bedroom, 18th August 2020.

LAWYERS PARADISE

Posted on Aug 16, 2020 by Harri Seeing Red Standard Reply

NEW, NEW, NEW.

Posted on Aug 13, 2020 by Harri Seeing Red Standard Reply

New normal in
New New Labour,
Where new general secretary
Implements new instructions
From new leader
To newly depleted CLPs
On the new scenario
For new style meetings.
This is the brave new world
That new centrists have created.
New old ideas from
New old prognosticators
No new debates
On new reports,
Or new expulsions,
Lead to new lows in membership levels.
A new party may come soon,
This is nothing new.
Will a new day dawn?
I wish I knew.

Harry Rogers in the Red Bedroom, 13th August 2020

RANDIAN KLEPTOFAILURE

Posted on Aug 13, 2020 by Harri Seeing Red Standard Reply

The special relationship between kleptocratic assassins who cannot see beyond the maintenance of the corner that the ultra wealthy have painted themselves into, has created the condition of misery for millions. The turn of the millennium policies that wholeheartedly embraced globalisation jointly espoused by neo liberal politicians has dragged us into the maelstrom of rapid decline in manufacturing, public service provision, infrastructural repair, and the welfare of social structures. This is not some fictional ramble along a bramble choked coastal path that we can easily turn back from and go back home to the comfort of tea and cucumber sandwiches enjoyed in the rose tinted past we are encouraged to think we relished in the make believe idyll of the post second world war years. This is a full throttle roar along a Randian dragstrip, paved with the failure of individualism, exposed as a dystopian nightmare by the paucity of intellect, and will, now so clearly revealed by the effects of the Covid-19 pandemic.
It’s hard to pinpoint the exact moment when the major capitalist economies transmogrified from being democracies into kleptocracies, perhaps behind the scenes there has always been a certain amount of brown paper envelopes filled with public cash being transferred into the bank accounts of senior politicians and their families and friends but surely never has it been quite so blatantly obvious. The handing over of more than a hundred million pounds for the supply of faulty facemasks to a company with no previous experience in PPE is treated as a mild mistake by the media. Had this been a Labour administration the right wing monolith that passes for a free press in this country would have been howling from the rooftops. As it is parliament is in recess, the new normal is in full swing, confusion rules, panicked residents in coastal and rural areas are fearful of the much trumpeted second wave as people flood in for good old fashioned staycations. Denial by groups of anti vaxers who terrorise shop workers as they try to do their best to implement ever changing rules and guidelines demonstrates clearly that the New Normal is a place where the wafer thin veneer of civilisation has given way to barbarism overseen by leaders who wallow in decadence. Winter is coming and the kleptocracy shows no sign of slowing down, I try not to dream of a no deal Brexit. Unfortunately there is no where to run to. In these circumstances lock down is the only haven of safety.

Harry Rogers in the Red Bedroom, 13th August 2020

IS IT WHAT IT IS?

Posted on Aug 8, 2020 by Harri Seeing Red Standard Reply

I watch the Axios interview
Special with Four Five
Not seen American president
Tell so many Lies.
Shuffles papers, points to fake graphs,
Checks manuals and books,
Four five reads ghost stats, no one laughs,
Not even white house crooks.

“If you test more, you find more,
We test more than most
Fake media lie about the score.”
He believes his boast.
The one fifty K?
He shrugs his shoulders,
“It is what it is.”
It is what it is?
Is it what it is?
Is this what it is?
This is what it is,
So four five told us.

Now we know for sure
Know he does not care
About the people and the poor,
Neither the rule of law

Sociopaths play politics
Promise greener grass
Smash young people with riot sticks
Gas them on their ass.
This is what it is,
Naked Fascism.
It has come to this,
This is how it is,
It is time for change,
Four five got to go.

Harry Rogers, In my hut, Thursday, 6th August 2020

FOOL’S GOLD

Posted on Aug 4, 2020 by Harri Seeing Red Standard Reply

How are things in El Dorado,
Now that the curtain has drawn back?
Have you found all of the fool’s gold,
The meth, the cocaine and the crack?
There’s nobody left to score it,
Since Corona came down the track.

Fool’s gold
Fool’s gold
Y’all been chasing
Fool’s gold

There is no more Ambrosia
To feed your artificial gods.
All your rock stars and their shite words
Have been devoured by techno hogs,
Power brokers now rule nothing,
The people have let loose the dogs.

Fool’s gold
Fool’s gold
Y’all been chasing
Fool’s gold

Things now can change for evermore,
Behind the masks we all get real,
If we want to love each other
We tell the powers how we feel.
We stand together on the streets
Shout it loud, we will never kill

Fool’s gold
Fool’s gold
We will not chase
Fool’s gold

El Dorado
El Dorado
How are things in
El Dorado?

Harry Rogers in the Red Bedroom, midnight 3rd August 2020.