B

The new illustrated alphabet Part 2 : B is for BOY.

A boy is a male child, from birth up until adulthood. 

Homo Sapien. 

Humans are highly intelligent primates that have become dominant on Earth.

A

The new illustrated alphabet Part 1: A is for AMBIVALENCE.

Ambivalence is a state of having simultaneous conflicting reactions, beliefs, or feelings towards some object. Stated another way, ambivalence is the experience of having an attitude towards someone or something that contains both positively and negatively valenced components.

Trump Parade

I read the news today, oh boy ...

And I just had to laugh.

Bricked up

Walled up and sealed, looking into the bricked up window. Cemented through daylight and dusk. The ventilator is faulty. Smoke and fumes used to pass this way. Nothing to see now. Ceremony and conversation but the damp would always triumph as we tried to breathe the stale air. It was a social club, a venue, some usable space. There were a few good nights we all recalled. Busy on gala week too. 

The repairs were done, quick and dirty. Like the pies on a Friday evening. Warm beer, cigarettes and crisps. We played bingo some nights, the wives liked that. There was a serious side but I never really looked into it. Charity. We just grew old really, we died off, one by one. Nobody replaced us, it was sad really.

We were too dead even to go to the cemetery, it was full anyway. Full of the dead and no others we recognized. We were later, we came as a new generation, on the boats, in the distillery, down there with the Navy or up on the bridges and the railway. The old dignitaries are fossils now. Plenty of local work then, two good wars. We lived as friends and died too. That's the way it goes.

Mutant Algorithm

MUTANT ALGORITHM 

If only you all truly knew

What a simple mutant algorithm can do

You'd be very frightened too.

Weird Scenes at the Plantation

Is it all so long ago? Maybe they came from space, maybe from another time or dimension, maybe they were already here, always, and then just burst up through the earth when the time was right. The year was 1955. The memories were all mine but they might as well have been neanderthal for all the difference it could make. You could smell it in the air and I knew when the old man said that there was something very wrong with our lands that he was right. Now we suffer the consequences. The brown earth rises under what strange energy to pass on the message. Now we have historical perspective but little understanding. Under our feet, awake when asleep, never dead, never alive, simply eternal and it's not coming home because it never really left.

Scrap Collage

Industrial skies

Iron and rust

Industry cast offs

Reflected in the price

Of scrap metal.

Icy Blue Nowhere

Somewhere, beyond icy blue

A stream of thought awaits you

And all you have to do

Is clearly think it through

And all you'll have to show

Are the simple things you know.

Potato Sack

Don't worry about test and trace

Don't worry how to mask your face

Don't worry that the government tells tall tales

Don't worry our success is a list of fails

We're OK, we'll get back

We're beautiful

Here's Marilyn in a potato sack

See Marilyn in a potato sack

Don't stress at the daily brief

Don't fret don't suck your teeth

Don't cry when you get bad news

Don't listen if you get the blues

We're OK we're not slack
Rockin' the Corona snacks

Here's Marilyn in a potato sack

See Marilyn in a potato sack

Don't worry if we contradict

Don't worry if the facts don't fit

Don't worry you can't get a test

We'll beat the world and we'll be the best

We're OK soon in the black

We're makin' it

Here's Marilyn in a potato sack

Just like Marilyn in a potato sack

Marilyn in a chlorinated chicken shack

Marilyn's life is a life is a hack

Marilyn in the conga line at the back

Marilyn Monroe in a potato sack.

Birds

Birds building bird houses - for your soul of course.

Never really know

The driver promised her a car

Another backstreet cruise

Relax just like a movie star

There's nothing left to lose

Maybe there's a gun in her handbag

Or a tiny pack of coke

Cloned and poisoned credit cards

Stolen from some bloke

A mobile phone a side door key

Appointment card for surgery

A photograph of you and me

We'll never really know.

Still Short

Still from a film with a long commentary.

"I cleaned out the dishwasher filter, removed the gunge, fed the cats, 

(you know the chicken they are eating needs to be used up as it's past it's use by date).

MPs are not the same as experts. 

The shower should be unblocked.

Following a slow police van.

The laundry pretty much does itself itself. 

Black out Tuesday.

I've lost a sock.

Recycling by booking only.

I've three clean jiffy bags but nothing to put into them yet.

Black Lives Matter.

Sports laces on Amazon and an Arsenal birthday card.

Various types of fish.

Donald Trump doesn't know how to hold a bible.

I routinely check the temperature of the fridge, mostly it's making it.

There's a 61% chance of rain but only after 1700 this evening."

Some say some things happen.
Other's say that those things didn't happen.
Some know what is true.
Other's say that all depends.

Things of no consequence

And there they are, random and untitled, unlisted and unknown and without context, apart from being here.

Letter to Members

Parked Pictures

Some people park cars, some people walk their dogs in parks, some people take part in park runs. I'm just parking pictures here in this picture park. A parking area where pictures can be parked whilst their fate and future is decided. It may take some time, you can never tell. The parking here is free (at the moment).

Ear Head

"I'm an ear head baby, can't buy a thrill."

Jungle Connections

My jungle connections

Time spent under an unkind sun

Lost and pathless

Eyes through the trees.

It fights back

Somewhere in our DNA

A Neanderthal stands tall

And mocks

Our thirsty journey and our progress.

He's on a couch, watching 2001

Beer in hand

Having a laugh.

Better than expected

It's a howling gale outside, wind, rain the works. It is January and this is Scotland. Anyway this wee piece of shadowy distortion turned out better than I expected. God is the great programmer and we are the great programmes and I truly have no idea what I'm talking about.

Colours of January

For no particular reason the colours of January this year will be represented by colouring book colours of cats and dogs displayed in a slightly distorted fashion.

Going about their business

Some people might think

If you see some celebrity or public figure

By chance (?)

Three times or more

In odd places

Out in the real world

Outside of a screen

Just going about their business

That it means something

That it's a message

A call to action

A call to act

What would you do?

What would you do with that thought?