STRAWBERRY fIELDS

 STRAWBERRY FIELDS

I sometimes did an experiment

with my students because perspective

is everything, well, except for the

lies we tell ourselves. Because’ like

the song says, “Nothing is real.”

“Ladies and gents, take out a

piece of paper… cover it so

no one can see. Now, draw a 

table.”

And they would.

Pencil tops waving, looking around,

to draw tangled sticks and trapezoids,

or, from the ones who cared,  elegant 

Queen Annes. None of them alike. 

Every one a

definition

of the same word, the same

familiar, object, solid and real. 

Unless nothing is.

So it makes me wonder if this me

I am right now, made greater than 

the sum of my parts, the one who 

looks at you the way I do and 

breathes the words,

“You are the apple of my eye,

and your lips are strawberries,”

if you have any idea what I mean.

Reviews

[Lorry]

Am I mini me who peed his pants the first day of school because the teacher said no talking and I thought I'd been sent to kid prison by my parents because I never got the training of what school was by going to nursery (kindergarten)?
Or am I mini me who peed his pants the first time we had a class trip to Edinburgh zoo on a beautifully sunny day and as I was eating my lunch, a cloud descended over me and when I looked up, saw it wasn't a cloud but an adult giraffe staring right at me and all I could think was "uh oh! If that jigsaw skinned freak decides right now to fall asleep, it's gonna hammer me into the ground like a bloody tent peg!"
Or most importantly of all, why did I manage to escape school without having the name pissy pants?
It is hard to connect that wide eyed innocent mini me of youth, to the dinosaur that's ageing in dog years that I see in the mirror every morning, but I guess that's life... A magical mystery mindf**k of the highest order! 😊

[Vol]

Lorry,
You know who you should see about that? Not F***n ME! I just walked outside and pissed straight into the wind... Those damn dog-years are catching up, I tell ya! I was in eighth grade the last time I peed my pants in school. The Satanist attempting to torture me with math said NOBODY else goes to the loo today, ya hear me!? I wonder what he thought about the yellow puddle I left him in my desk? Fortunately, I was wearing dark brown, wool pants, and it didn't show. Still scarred me for life. As I said to Ken, numbers are of the Devil! And I am beginning to believe, so is reality. If EVERYTHING that ever happened, happened inside my head, I can guarantee It is a magical mystery mind f**k.
It's why I smoke weed. (or visa versa)
I still need to go lie down... Where are my meds?
Vol

[Lorry]

Can you imagine a teacher saying no more toilet today? They'd start a mass walk out and spend the rest of their life being hated for it too!
Online petitions would spread into millions and media would take over, saying they've gone too far and building up their viewers into a frenzy.... And what did we get? Belted by our parents because we dared to answer a teacher back!
No wonder you smoke weed!
And magical mystery mindf**k is now leading the betting as favourite, where once it felt like a non starter.
It would be nice to get an answer at the end, but that will be just another minf**k in itself. Maybe the screen just glitches and our last sight will be the credits failing to roll and the faint smell of burning coming from our nostrils... Well it makes as much sense as anything else I've heard! 😊

[Vol]

HOLY CRAP! You've actually heard things that make sense?!? In THIS universe? Man! I gotta go do something to help me relax... and some candy, so I can try to imagine your world...

[Lorry]

Just type into Google earth Inverness-shire and the closer you get, you'll see if its early enough, sparkles of morning mist and fog, looking like diamonds and you'll understand how going out in t shirt and jeans here is the first sign of danger and it won't be long before the guys with nets catch you and give you your own bouncy room with a wraparound coat too.
Ps... The reason I know it's a glitch is we've been promised a heatwave FOR EVER and we're still bloody waiting! 😊

[Vol]

I just did... reminds me of the January 18, 1970. It was 20 degrees below zero (F), with a wind chill of 68 below. As I drove out of Madison, I looked around and asked "What the hell do these people do that they could ot do in a warmer place? Then I thought, "EVERYTHING in Canada is further north than this!" And Scotland... holy crap! You could hit the arctic circle with a rock!" No this Florida boy is on I-40 and it is too cold!

[Lorry]

Billy Connolly used to tell a great story of his childhood, where just off Aberdeen Coast, you could here tannoy announcements on the offshore oil rigs "Now here this! Any staff found not wearing survival equipment, will be sacked immediately. You wouldn't last two minutes in that water!"
Less than a mile away, there'd be mothers on the beach stripping their kids, saying "in you go, ya big bloody Jessie!"
He'd go on, building up to the loss of language becoming a high pitched shriek, when the child, like every boy before him, feels that first icy wave kiss the underside of his scrotum! 😊
He used to say... "Aberdeen has a beach, and that's where the similarity to beaches end!
That's the North bloody Sea! Turn left in there and it becomes the North Pole! And we're being called Jessie's! (A derogatory term for anyone who can't play soccer, with connotations you're either gay or a girl) I know! The woke generation are just a memory here. They didn't get passed getting thrown in the sea! 😊 😊 😊

[Vol]

It's absolutely worth the cold and stormy weather, then

[Lorry]

No snowflake froo froo has ever started a comment with "Well I just think..." without being headbutted and told to eff off. Its just too cold to f**k around explaining yourself 😊

[Vol]

Hahahaha! Works here, too... But it's just too hot to argue, in Texas, we just shoot, turn to the baf, look around and take another shot of rot-gut whiskey.

[Lorry]

Yep! But answer me this... Why can I miss something we don't have here, as in guns? But then again, the judge there would probably acquit on the grounds the victim walked up to someone in a bar and disturbed their peace! 😊

[Vol]

He'd acquit on the grounds that the shooter was deprived of twinkies as a child which made him bitter, and scarred him for life

[Ken Simm.]

I do have a very good idea of what you mean because I would do the same with my students of art and ask myself the same questions. Actually in Liverpool.
Excellent piece.

[Vol]

Ken,
Thank you, sir... I have no math, numbers are of the Devil. Nevertheless, wouldn't it be nice if those who understand them, those worshipers of the dark side, would try to clarify things instead of muddy them up? Those quantum Satanists said recently that the past is as indeterminate as the future. And that is bad enough... added to my understanding that any touch with "reality" I might have, is ENTIRELY dependent on stimuli entering through what I call my senses and making use of the electrical chaos going on inside this assumed boney structure I refer to as my head and there you go. I'm just making ALL this s**t up as I go along. That guy on Magrathea might just nudge Plato aside as the most important thinker of all time. Time? don't get me started!