There are no Americans in Paris, Neither Brits nor rangey Australians, English is not spoken in Montmartre, Diplomats now forego diplomacy, Machinery of war economy Grinds relentlessly across China sea. We have stupidly signed up to Aukus An attempt to gain some sort of trade deal To be Trumpeted as Brexit success. How many people buy into these lies, Is totally unclear, but MSM Blow smoke up our arseholes morning and night. Meanwhile watch as a lava stream trickles Down the volcano into swimming pool.
Harry Rogers, in the Yellow Room, 22nd September 2021.
I watch as you fish for ghosts Try to keep the past alive Search for comfort in the wreckage Even though you know it’s not there, Ghost fishing Takes you nowhere Ghost fishing Leads you nowhere You cannot live in yesterday For yesterday’s already dead You’ll never change what you find there You’ll destroy what’s inside your head Ghost Fishing Leads you nowhere Ghost fishing Takes you nowhere You want to be happy? Live now, Plan for the future but live now, Accept all your own history, Take it from one who knows the score Ghost fishing Takes you nowhere Ghost fishing Won’t bring you care
Harry Rogers In The Red Bedroom, 20th September 2021
Monday afternoon feels like a Sunday, I scan postcards from the bigger picture, Recognise panic in minister’s voice, Confusion rules in his radio speech. So many roads lead back to fuckedupness, Energy costs rise like Elon’s rockets, Vegetable crops rot unpicked in Norfolk, Benefits cut as food bank queues lengthen, Covid death toll rises same as last year, Once more our nerd heads for immunity, Paranoia verges on lunacy, Mock Churchill reshuffles yes brigade pack As he spaffs untold dosh on submarines. Meanwhile one more Indian Summer ends.
Harry Rogers, In The Yellow Room, 16th September 2021.
In mid afternoon late summer sunlight Soft breeze blows dandelion seed snowstorm Across baked rain starved lawns and limpid hedgerows. Hot air arrives from Southern Spanish plains. Hottest September day for sixty years In Wales. Even Aberbanc sparrows hide In darkest corners deep inside bushes. Biggest tractor I’ve seen roars down main street In Newcastle Emlyn. Outside Y Cwtch I drink coffee, eat cake, read Laurie Lee, I remember in nineteen sixty three, Shoplifting some banned English language books. Johnny Angel and I read them beneath Shady Plane trees on the banks of the Seine. Warm air softly caressed us then as now, Tractors were smaller then, coffee cheaper, Emlyn ain’t Paris but way the air moved, Segued a Madeleine moment in me. Reverie broken by shiny blue beast, I’m jolted back to Ceredigion, Where it gets hotter as each hour goes by. Tomorrow thunderstorms are forecasted, Meanwhile I get mask ready for shopping.
Harry Rogers, on the pavement in Newcastle Emlyn, 7th September 2021.
Home on the range Texas Vigilantes Roam around hunting abortion bounties. New state laws give licence to extremists. Now begins end of civil liberty, In a country where all can tote a gun Visualise a new Pandemonium. It’s the end of order as women lose, Their hard fought for Roe v Wade right to choose. Supreme court washes hands of decision, Chaos deliberate, with precision Ignore rules, bury the constitution, Clog up the courts, deny restitution. Back door invasion,tattered old glory, White Christian men now control the story, Witness end of new world as we knew it, Rampant conservativism blew it.
Harry Rogers In The Red Bedroom, 6th September 2021.
Clever dick radio journos Push their political process. They ask elephant trap questions, Talk over the top of answers, Nick Robinson crows each morning, Bullies those he disagrees with, Slaps down the chances of progress, His haughtiness plain to be seen. Not that questions are not valid, Nor that they should never be asked, It’s his manner that I object to, Supercilious in extreme, Atop his mountain built of sneers, Irreverence assaults our ears, He tears them down then lashes out, Puts the boot in with acid tongue. Each day, dismissive of alt views, This ghoul manipulates the news, He’s got it down to perfection, Each piece shaped to his direction, Smiles kindly on those that agree With his version of history, But try to pose alternate view Then he will piss all over you, His viciousness flows beyond bounds, Listen again, BBC Sounds, Oh for that day when we can hear, Another viewpoint expressed clear, Not trampled by establishment Stooges who ape their government. We pay to maintain status quo, It’s how they shape the world we know.
Harry Rogers In The Red Bedroom, 3rd September 2021.