Sowing The Seeds

We often hear about planting seeds and sowing ideas in our minds but I have one rather odd question to pose to you. What exactly are seeds?

Well, it is obvious isn’t it? They consist of an outer shell to protect embryonic plant seeds. And that is it, isn’t it?

I don’t think so. What must they be? If Darwin’s theory is correct, what must they be?

Studies have shown that plants actually react and adapt to their environment. Doesn’t this make them intelligent? After all isn’t how quickly someone or something adapts one of the greatest signs of intelligence?

A brilliant piece by PRI interviewing Michael Pollan (shame his surname isn’t pollen) states that when a certain plant was played the sound of a caterpillar munching on leaves the plant re-acted. For years if someone had said that plants are intelligent they would have been sneered at, and perhaps much worse, but now, scientific research is actually backing this up with facts. Michael mentions the book ‘secret life of plants’ from 1979 and it is rather fascinating.

Back then people were encouraged to talk to and play music to their plants and it all got very odd and weird and as he stated the sciences behind the book didn’t really stand up. As a result Michael says, scientist shied away from going into plant research because if they did they would be dismissed as a ‘wacko’.

As is usual I have a theory and I am not sure if it is best to say it or to try and prove it. Obviously the latter is better, and I’d like to know, has it been tried before?

The theory is fine; and just makes me seem odd which I am fine with, it is the trying to prove it could get a little gross and even odder.

Ok, brace yourself; this is the very odd idea. I would like to prove that seeds are in essence, or used to be, dried up brains. Not brains as we know them now to be but a primitive version, millions of years out of date. I think we must at some point wish to disprove or prove that our brains, and animal brains as we know them now can be nurtured. How interesting would that be?

Now, I know, this could all get a little gross. Initially we could start with a dead fish. Extract the brain and basically plant it. Just a pot with some compost and perhaps growth fertiliser. Nothing too extravagant and nothing that could compromise the integrity of the experiment. See what happens. Now if this doesn’t work, (wouldn’t be a surprise would it?) We could try it with a newly caught fish and try extracting the brain and planting it immediately after death. Obviously you would then be obliged to eat the fish and I would also ask that while the dissection is done, we, and by this I mean you, are gentle and treat it as though it was living even though it is in fact dead.

This is because I would like someone to tell me when does a brain actually die? Is it immediately at death? How are we sure? Just because as a whole how we see a living thing in its entirety has changed with death, does that mean all of the brain is dead?

I am guessing the fish would be easy to work on as it is most familiar to a non scientist and easy from an anatomical point of view too. No skull as such and no other heavy bones. If the fish is a no go, then to completely disprove the theory we would have to move onto something from the land.

Now from an evolutionary standpoint this could make sense. In terms of a ‘land brain’ being more adaptable and evolutionary connected with something from land could make the ‘take’ easier.

Again the gross part would be more gross because we would first have to extract a brain from a dead animal, and here I am thinking bird or squirrel and if that didn’t work then perhaps a newly dead bird or squirrel.

The idea of either of these sounds rather disgusting and disturbing to me. I wouldn’t fancy trying it at all and I would feel rather nauseous and crazy. So, who would try it? Will anyone ever?

Oh c’mon, yes, it sounds crackers but I bet some of you talk to your plants?
Imagine the concept – ‘Don’t bury your pet, plant them’

Imagine where this could lead? Surely not……

Mark Scotchford © 29/11/2014

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Mirror Mirror

Mirror mirror on the wall
Who will rise?
Who will fall?

Who will admire your symmetrical shape?
A super hero without a cape

Light reflects in all you are to be
Hold no grudges
The guilty and the free

We never look to the edges of the frame
The intricacy missed
Such a shame

We always seem so different
Is it a distorted view?
Just a mirage
Of metal and glue

Is it shiny and smooth one side?
Rough and dark the other?

Abandoned in dust
Who will discover?

Mark Scotchford © 21/11/2014

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Gang Stand

I’m a chameleon
Blend in
From background to foreground
Get under your skin

Don’t know what he did
Been told he has to be done
It’s an unnecessary battle
One never won

As he runs for his life
6 of us come around
As the first blow goes in
He falls to the ground

The blade snapped in two
The cold made it brittle
F**k this sh*t
I’ll swap a revel for a skittle

We’re too young
Don’t know what we are doing
That’s the thing round here
Always trouble brewing

Let’s change our fate
Pick this boy up and give him a hand
Or all sit down together
Or all stand

C’mon soldier
We’re all too young to die
And I know when you’re alone
You must cry

Put the knife down
We are akin
On our own it’s a struggle
Together we can win

Mark Scotchford © 06/11/2014

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It’s about feel, touch and what is real. It’s about a real world not a virtual one. It’s about not being fake with the choices we make. About interpretation of something, who decides that, how and why?

People get ‘forced’ to read a book because peer pressure dictates its good and they should.

They haven’t got ‘the time’ to try the unknown but would spend hours reading a book because ‘they heard’ it was good. They would read this book. But would they write one? Could they? They don’t think they have the imagination to write one but generally a film is never as good as the book. Why?

It is their imagination and interpretation that makes the book good. Everything is open to interpretation, even these words. Even what the artist paints is what the artist sees, and might not be what is there. This is dictated by their talent and their interpretation of what they see. That’s what makes an artist an artist. Their own individual interpretation.

It is what can make an artist become well known, or and famous but who or what determines this?

As an example a squiggle on a page by Damien Hurst is worth thousands but a squiggle by you or me isn’t. Is this right?

And symbolism is a curiosity too. The Black Square by Kazimir Malevich is apparently supposed to be ‘the face of the new art’. Declared this by the man himself. Here is a small part of an experts view on this work. The expert is Philip Shaw and it is used without permission.

‘as grand refusal, repudiating nature in favour of abstraction. As such, the painting may be read in terms of the Kantian theory of the sublime. Favouring flatness over depth, Black Square conveys, in the words of Kant’s ‘Analytic of the Sublime’ (1790), ‘the feeling of displeasure that arises from the imagination’s inadequacy’ in an estimation of ‘formlessness’ or ‘magnitude’.’

It is a black square. Yes? A black square. Shall I say it again? It’s a black square. Maybe in actual fact at the time, he was tired and bored and sad, and his hands were cold and that’s all he could manage. And then he thought, umm what shall I say about this one? If he had of painted it at the beginning of his career I wonder what would have happened to him.

Take our good friend Damien Hurst, he can do anything now and make thousands or millions but I do not consider him to be an artist. He is a businessman, a very clever man and a trend setter. Where he goes others follow and this is one of the points I am trying to make.

If I ever become ‘famous’ I will show, write and point out what I meant by each piece and why, and no one else should have the right to comment and neither should anyone listen.

It is the reader, or the viewer whose opinion is important, not an expert, or indeed neither the artist or author. It is what something means to you that is important, not what it is meant to anyone else or what you are ‘told’ it is meant to be or show for you. Am I right?

Mark Scotchford © 21/11/2014

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Penalty Charge….. Notice?

Are you happy?
Enjoy your line of work?
Fulfilled, contented?
Professional not a jerk

When you were at school
Is this what you had in mind?
Parked in the wrong place
Make sure they are fined

Tell yourself it’s the law
The ease of traffic flow
Bump up your score
As they tell you where to go

Just ‘doing your job’
We’ve all got to get by
Must know its rubbish
A convenient lie

Just a puppet
A council misguided missile
A waste of your time and mine
No guts and no guile

Bays not well painted
Read the deliberately illegible sign
Got to give a ticket
Parked over the faded line

110 pounds
How do you justify this cost?
Where does the money go?
Common sense is lost

Mark Scotchford © 18/10/2014

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All Change Please

You missed your train
What does that say?
Continues with the theme
A horrible day

So what now?
Half an hour to burn
A waste of your time
What’s there to learn?

Be introspective
Your soul within
Quiet place with a sofa
Relax and sink in

Grab a cup of coffee
Ignore your phone
Pen and paper like grain
New seeds are sown

Write anything at all
I really don’t care
Promise me if it’s good
You will share

Mark Scotchford © 14/10/2014

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Do you go with your instincts?
Or give him another chance?
Do you stay in and watch tv?
Or ask him to dance?

Do you watch the films he likes?
And watch yours on your own
Do you allow your wings to be clipped?
Or be glad that you have flown

Do you stay with the job you don’t like?
Because it pays the bills
Do you not follow your dreams?
But keep popping those pills?

Do you like these words?
Have they hit home or missed?
If life was a game of cards
Would you stick or twist?

Mark Scotchford © 12/10/2014

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