gone to seed (18/July/18)

the wallflower outside my patio door is dropping its flowers, red lippy affairs, bleeding their deep corpuscular red onto lifeless paving… gone to seed I suppose, or going, like the fennel the same although I have arrested some by beheading them before the flower heads can form, sounds cruel I know but it’s normal for herbs and allows them to keep leafing and temporary halts their going to seed, and as the leaves are the predominantly edible bits then all’s fair in love and gardening…. I let some go to seed, much to the hoverflies pleasure, producing stunning yellow parasols… going to seed is often seen as not a great thing and usually means “this is the end, beautiful friend” as the song goes… going to seed and then gone to seed yet still alive and kicking… just… so many grasses this year have gone prematurely so to seed, I’ve never seen them so yellow, in fact so much yellow, or more a straw-colour, pale, blanched, bleached almost having grown tall, tumbled, drawn by the weight of their seeds some of which already husks and weakening of stems, too big for their boots or heads maybe…… an old blue tractors been hay-cutting in the neighbouring field in a scene that could be from 70 years ago leaving piled rows in wobbly lines of what become the driest grass ever I think despite a slight cooling and a little rain, not enough to do much but give false hope to the armies of the gone-to-seed…… reading a recent university alumni magazine to find towards the back a page of obituaries, selected I imagine as surely many more previous students, all fellow alumnus though few of us know each other, must have died between issues, and made me wonder of all those others unmentioned, unremembered, un’anything who remain forever unwritten… how many who graduated the same year as me are now gone with the wind, dust to dust and all that malarkey, going, going gone to seed until they’ve just gone…… the wallflower’s leaves remains dark green and determined, even with roots in nothing more than a concrete crack… how on earth has it managed through near-drought without even wilting never mind giving up the ghost entirely but here it is having managed on nothing more than hand-out from a bit of dew here and fleeting shower there… how little it needs and how much it gives……

© 2018 robert greig

reasons to be fearful.. (13/July/18)

I don’t know what it is, I’ve been trying and trying and trying to write a piece for today which would reflect on the not-the-State-Visit of a certain ‘world leader’ from a certain home of the brave, land of the (so-called) free and I think I’ve been trying and trying and trying too hard and got buried in thought slurry… too many thoughts scrabbling to be rescued from the pit, save me! no save me! no me! pick me, pick, me, pick me!
and I’m like, what the f…, leave me out of it!
there too much, too much, but I have to write about it, no I don’t, yes I do, no I don’t, yes I do… see, see what I have to live with, I should wear am “I’m with this idiot” teeshirt with the arrow pointing upwards… every time I try I lose myself wandering in a mire of angst and panic and a certain so-called ‘special relationship’ which should come with a Buyer Beware label: special relationships can seriously damage your economy, reputation, health and patience …… oh so many, too many, far, far too many thoughts, fears, worries… be gone! I shout with my inside voice but to no avail… maybe it’s a Friday 13th thing…. I wouldn’t mind if they were a tad more orderly in their presentation instead of the raggle-taggle, rag-bag assemblage resembling a tree strewn in toilet rolls fired from an enormous party-popper the morning after a student graduation party……
surely it’s a BIG thing, Mister I-have-more-laughable-hair-than-you President’s (a lesser-known character of Roger Hargreaves ‘Mr Men’ surely) visit here and I should mention it, shouldn’t I?… but why, when all the world and his dog is already anyway, what use would my contribution be to the shambles, to the hypocrisy, only…. with our septic (sic) Isles already fragmented and eating itself alive over Brexit, financial crashes, stumbling infrastructures, rising right-wing nationalism, crumbling transport systems, homelessness, racial intolerance, religious intolerance, gender intolerance, intolerance, intolerance, intolerance is this just more reasons to be fearful… or business as usual?…….
it’s even got me using the term ‘like’ (re: earlier moment in this blog) in a sentence which is utterly meaningless and a waste of good letters… and anyway, it matters not a jot what I say, as I’ve said many-a time before, no one’s going to read it anyway … I’ve written, rewritten, re-rewritten, re-re-rewritten… I surrender!… I was once told put distance between you and what bothers you, I sat in a chair on the other side of the room… job done…. and it is a comfy chair…… I read about George the Dormouse…………

© 2018 robert greig

write all about it (12/July/18)

what should I write about
nobody knows
and nobody cares if I am merely counting toes,
what should I write about
world affairs?
world leaders with laughable hair
State visits I’d hoped would never occur,
soccer, tennis,
strawberries, beer
the winners, the losers, the grunts and cacophonous cheers?
what should I write about
the sky-scraping jackdaws
the un’cawking crows, rattling magpies, where the wind blows,
the end of the world
the rise of the Right wielding a left hand of darkness?
what should I write about
the weather again
whether Brexit’s a breakfast or yet more proverbial wind,
when it last rained
when it last didn’t or whether this still needs to rhyme?
what should I write about
the distance between
death of an innocent, death of a once upon dream
wings and prayers,
knock, knock, who’s there, it’s just me dressed as a bear
what should I write about
why I am dressed as a bear?
your guess is as good and probably better than mine;
what should I write about
a looming apocalypse,
poverty, terror, misogyny, bullies, bigotry, zombies?
something, old, something new,
something borrowed, something blue, something borderline taboo?
what should I write about
the more than meets the eye,
whatever floats your boat, whatever gets you through the night,
immigration, refugees,
oligarchs or aardvarks or sitting on a beach?
what should I write about
desperate measures, desperate times,
Desperate Dan or desperadoes, cones in hi-viz, yet more roadwork signs,
junk food, space debris,
epidemics, war and peace, climate change and rising seas?
what should I write about
the price of oil
fat-cats and homelessness, victors bringing home the spoils
how the West was won
or how to make a paper plane and fly into the sun?
what should I write about
that anyone would read
that time and tide will wash away before you even see?

© 2018 robert greig