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Gargatholil is right to say “Strawberry fields” is about a drug-induced state of uncertainty, but the writer goes too far when questioning whether it is an endorsement of the magic carpet that got the song’s narrator there.

Not to say Gargatholil is wrong to raise questions. Great art often comes to mean more than intended, and vitality suffers if art is closed to interpretation. Francis Scott Key would have been appalled by what Jimi did to his “Star Spangled Banner.” But tough, Franny. Jimi made your ditty immortal by using it to bring up the violence America brought to Vietnam. Our National Anthem, thanks to Hendrix, is not just about the battle over a Baltimore harbor fort. He raises it to the third power because it now speaks to the universe in all dimensions.

It went from one of the world’s most famous anthems to perhaps its most moving. (Think of what the movie “Casablanca” did for the French anthem.)

John Lennon wrote “Strawberry Fields” in 1966 as the U.S. commitment to Vietnam was expanding and soldiers were dying. Our boys weren’t losing; they were engaged in a tactical stalemate. Any betting fool will tell you a tie favors the home team, the Viet Cong.

The U.S. was also facing racial strife, class disputes and an illegal drug culture. Kids wanted to “turn on, tune in and drop out.” Who could blame them? Not John.

And here comes this Beatle — a serious poet, you can bet your Bob Dylan Nobel on that. He found himself stuck on a plane of pain with no exit until his absurd 1980 assassination. He had studied Eastern mysticism in India, and amidst the Western chaos and conflagration, he imagined a stoned narrator who finds a substantial and philosophical way out: “Reality” is not real. Nothing is. That goes two ways.

Lennon’s lyrics here are among his best. The poem is an example of organic writing because it not only talks about confusion, it creates it as the narrator contradicts himself, undoes statements of certainty with a qualifier or switches thought in mid phrase as if he can’t say anything definite about anything. WTF is real, anyway?

Thus the narrator’s dilemma: Do I accept a world of pain or seek escape? A heavy dose of Acapulco Gold and a touch of Eastern insight may do the trick. When one is high and enlightened, pain is unreal. It is the Eastern mystic’s answer to suffering: The reality we think is real is unreal. Mind altering drugs may well be the quick-and-dirty way to achieve the Buddhist/Zen/Vedantic ideal of non-attachment. Without attachment, there is no pain.

No army can withstand a message whose time has come. Everyone knows the song; it is part of the 20th century canon, like much of Lennon. It made sense in its day; there are times, too many times, when it feels like wisdom now.

Gargatholil would probably accept much of the above blather, but the writer goes on to raise questions I don’t think were on Lennon’s mind, but seem obvious now. Is escape via drugs valid? Does it lead to a sustainable non-attachment to the ever-changing, occasionally quixotic Veil of Maya, the insubstantial world most consider reality?

Probably not. So far as we know, Siddhartha Gautama did not use pot and/or psychedelics to gain enlightenment. And he wasn’t into craft beer.

A case can be made for Gargatholil’s interpretation in the first line after the opening chorus: It’s easier to live in a terrifying world with eyes wide shut. I first took that as a recommendation for the narrator’s escape. Looking back today, the line could also be a criticism of that escape or a barb at the average person, whose mind and eyes are closed to the surrounding terror. Maybe this lack of awareness creates the terror.

Is the narrator the poet’s heroic voice or that of the riffraff who are the problem?

Subsequent verses are also open to interpretation. This keeps “Strawberry Fields” relevant. As long as “What is real?” is asked, the song will remain so.

“Strawberry Fields” lives like Werner Heisenberg’s uncertainty principle. What can’t be known for sure endures forever.

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