The Wasp

The Wasp

A wasp has made a home inside the rotten potato

I wasn’t happy about it to start with,

but now I think everything has the right to have a home,

so I donated it a tiny table. So it can have comfort when dining.

 

A wasp has made a home out of a common old spud

I’ve given it shelter, after

fleeing persecution from the genocidal pesticides

The headlines blare “British Jobs for British Wasps”

Government proposals want a cap on the number of “foreign” wasps entering our sovereign airspace

 

But who are we to judge another beings right to

survive and exist

So I offer asylum

and the wasp and I sit, sipping martinis

discussing the latest cabinet reshuffle

©John de Gruyther 2014

Please check out the Refugee Council to read about some of the excellent work they do.

 

Tales From The Edge Of My Living Room

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As some of you may know I am currently working on what will hopefully become the first novel I get published, The Paisley Soul of a Stricken Man. However this book is not the first novel I have attempted to write. I started my novel writing plans with a story called Van Buren and I intended this to be the first novel I finished but creative impetus took me in another direction.

This is a very small extract from Van Buren, and I plan to re-visit my dystopian detective story once I have finished with my Paisley Soul.

Van Buren

As he strode across the train station foyer a man in a trilby approached him and handed him a leaflet proclaiming “If only I’d Known”

Van Buren smiled as he knew already. They probably knew different things but knowledge was key and faith was a slightly different issue.

He nodded to the man and placed the pamphlet into his inside pocket. He noticed from a medal on the guy’s chest that he had served in Korea, just like his Opa.

He could never equate his dear Opa, a jolly fellow who played cricket with him in the back yard, with someone capable of firing a gun, let alone being someone capable of killing a man. He supposed that he knew better than most what people were really capable of, when left with no other choice.
A distant noise drifted in, was it the sound of a river or maybe a Sangha chant, the heat was powerful and the feeling of familiarity washed over him. It was a warm sensation, initially it felt like he had pins and needles.

It reminded him of dozing under a tree on a sunny day. His head swooned and his vision blurred, he couldn’t remember where he was or why he was here

©John de Gruyther 2013

Top 5 Comeback Singles

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Top five musical crimes perpetuated by Stevie Wonder in the ’80s and ’90s. Go. Sub-question: is it in fact unfair to criticize a formerly great artist for his latter day sins, is it better to burn out or fade away?  – High Fidelity

A quick and fun post today. These are my top 5 favourite comeback singles. I have broadly defined a comeback single as a significant hit for a band or artist that has been away from the limelight for a while, either through a hiatus from music or having fallen off the public’s radar. I love these records because they show that good music is good music whoever it is by and if you ignore what the mainstream radio stations and music magazines tell you, you can often come across some wonderful stuff.

If you would like to share your top 5 favourite singles why not share the above photograph on your blog, Facebook page or wherever and encourage others to share their favourite records as well. Perhaps when you have done this you can share the link to your post in the comments section below, I’d love to hear from you.

Anyway here are my top 5 for you to hopefully enjoy;

5 . Lovestruck by Madness

4. Patience by Take That

3. Maria by Blondie

Debbie Harry has still “got it” at almost 70 years of age. And the band Blondie could certainly teach up and coming bands a thing or two if their recent Glastonbury gig is anything to go by.

2. Whatever Gets You thru the Night by John Lennon

This song reaching number one in the US prompted Lennon to make a brief live comeback during an Elton John concert.

1. You Got It by Roy Orbison

What a voice and what a comeback. This was the Big O’s first hit for over 20 years and it was co-written by Jeff Lynne and Tom Petty, his fellow Traveling Wilburys. Orbison’s resurgence was sadly cut short by his death in 1988.

 

Honourable mentions go to George Harrison’s massive hit single Got My Mind Set on You from his 1989 comeback album Cloud 9 and Come Dancing by The Kinks. The Kinks didn’t make it on the list because although from the British public’s point of view this was a comeback single, for the rest of us Kinks fans they never went away, in fact they had a string of hit albums in the States and Come Dancing was a belated recognition by the UK that the Kinks still existed and as ever were still great. To find out more about The Kinks success in the US you can check out my Delayed Perspective posts covering their albums from this period.

 

©John de Gruyther 2014. All words and pictures on this blog are the copyright of John de Gruyther unless otherwise stated.

 

Bumble Bee

Photo by Aron Tanti

The honeysuckle is booby-trapped

a helpless bumble bee caught in a web

Why did you save it?

Does intervention disrupt the natural order,

or cause an effect of eco-diversity

They helped the bee recuperate

in a dish of wet sugar

Free to make honey and help the world breathe again

©John de Gruyther 2014

Fever with a twist of Lime

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The soaring temperature, is followed by the storm
It feels like some New Orleans swamp
not a suburb in the UK

Fevers persist, maybe due to sickness
But maybe due to climate change

The storm is raging at 3am in more places than on my roof

The sun is out again, baking all the pavements
voodoo in the air
Invisible protests in the capital,
the weather is coming in biblical measurements these days
My fever comes with a twist of lime and sacrificial atonement

The storm is raging at 3am in more place than on my roof

Dazzled and confused by talking heads preaching peace for Syria by closing all our doors.

The air is very close, muggy they sometimes say,
feeling the static on my skin before the lightning strikes

The electricity, like angry thrashing eels, wrapping its natural menace around a tree, scaring cats.

Birds and cattle
startled, seeking shelter

The raven carks its warning, could this be the end?

The storm is raging at 3am in more places than on my roof

Sweet lady of the mist, disappearing into illusion, dancing naked in the memories of youth

Booming, magnificent and frightening
the thunder erupts,
the white clouds, once glowing ethereal mountains
conquered by sprites and unicorns, now an angry black rock face
meant not for mining or scaling,
just a barrier of the ages

It’s getting a little stifling, chewing feverfew can sometimes lift the gloom

It’s getting clearer not nearer, listen to the tune

In the boathouse scary stories, don’t always ring the truth
Perhaps you were joking, or deceiving,
would you accept the call

The clouds are gathering, they’ve got a song to sing

3am, didn’t mean to wake you
The storm is crowding in

©John de Gruyther 2014

Saturday Again

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“Lance lives in the shed

With Frank and Henry

No one remembers why they are there”


Rakes

Spades

And Spiders


Lance used to be useful

But now he’s rusting

It’s not the only rust around here


Aches

Pains

And reminders


Why do I feel obsolete

When clearly I’m not

Sat at a round table

Not meant for Arthur

Hurtling down the lane

Man’s corruption to my left

Summer sweltering in my head


Cakes

Fakes

And piranhas


Fragments of nostalgia

Muddied knee victory walk

One nil to the orange, Cruyff on the turn


Headaches

Mistakes

And strangers


Must go and check on the shed

Travel lightly to the chapel

Ordinary things to be cherished


Rakes

Spades

And spiders

©John de Gruyther 2014

Fever

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The soaring temperature, is followed by the storm
It feels like some New Orleans swamp
not a suburb in the UK

Fevers persist, maybe due to sickness
But maybe due to climate change
The storm is raging at 3am in more places than on my roof
The sun is out again, baking all the pavements
voodoo in the air
Invisible protests in the capital,
the weather is coming in biblical measurements these days
The storm is raging at 3am in more place than on my roof
Dazzled and confused by talking heads, preaching peace for Syria by closing all our doors. The air is very close, muggy they sometimes say,
feeling the static on my skin before the lightning strikes
The electricity, like angry thrashing eels,
wrapping its natural menace around a tree, scaring cats. Birds and cattle
startled, seeking shelter
The raven carks its warning, could this be the end?
The storm is raging at 3am in more places than on my roof
Sweet lady of the mist, disappearing into illusion,
dancing naked in the memories of youth
Booming, magnificent and frightening
The thunder erupts,
the white clouds, once glowing ethereal mountains
conquered by sprites and unicorns, now an angry black rock face
meant not for mining or scaling,
just a barrier of the ages

It’s getting a little stifling, chewing feverfew can sometimes lift the gloom
It’s getting clearer not nearer, listen to the tune
In the boathouse scary stories, don’t always ring the truth
Perhaps you were joking, or deceiving,
would you accept the call
The clouds are gathering, they’ve got a song to sing

3am, didn’t mean to wake you
The storm is crowding in

©John de Gruyther 2014