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Yoko Ono Art Exhibit NYC “Touch Me” As I arrived at Yoko Ono’s art exhibit, “Touch Me”… I was immediately delighted by all the people dressed in black…. (Both men and women) I suppose this was the attire for Gallery Lelong… (Located at 528 W26th St. NYC) Sleek.Classy. I liked it. It was a kool […]
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Yoko Ono Art Exhibit

NYC

“Touch Me”

As I arrived at Yoko Ono’s

art exhibit, “Touch Me”…

I was immediately delighted by all the people

dressed in black….

(Both men and women)

I suppose this was the attire for

Gallery Lelong…

(Located at 528 W26th St. NYC)

Sleek.Classy. I liked it.

It was a kool contrast to the bright white walls…

I walked in further and went over to the desk and signed

the guest book. It was quite full of signatures already.

I took some of the greeting postcards and flyers Yoko

had left out there for her guests which were simple

yet effective….

It read…

 

 

Touch me

Y.O. ’08

 

 

As I entered further, I saw was a long line of portraits…

as it say’s in her blog…

“Complementing this contemporary work will be Vertical Memory, in which a composite of a male face—combining Ono’s father, husband and son—is contrasted with the artist’s succinct and moving texts describing her passage from birth to death.”

 

 

Each picture had a short piece of narrative

about her life. From birth onward…

Some were incredibly deep and revealing.

Things I have never known about Yoko. Some of them were quite shocking…some were funny…some sad…

(She is so open and totally honest about herself!…and bold!)

I am not going to tell you everything that was under

each picture….you should go and experience that for yourself…

As I walked into the next room, there was a very large canvas

(Almost the width of the gallery!)

with holes which seemed to have been cut with a razor or

carpet knife….in x shapes…

People were there with polaroid cameras ready to take your picture

as you placed your arm or leg or other appendage through

one of the holes and they would snap a pic.

You were free to keep the picture or sign it and leave it

pinned to another wall Yoko had set up for people

to leave their pics. They were hilarious too…that was fun.

I signed mine and left it…-Peace Yoko!

Cazzy-The Alien Bluez Dude.

As I walked around further, there were these other pictures

taken of different people, each with a interesting look or shade or hue

or expression. I stared at each one for a time…trying to feel Yoko’s

mindset and thoughts…

Around the other wall….there was a meduim sized black marble bowl

filled with water….and a note from Yoko…

“Dip your fingers in the water….Touch me”

So I did and walked over to the next table which had several boxes,

each with a different part of the body, made in soft rubber…

(Molds of Yoko’s body?)

The first box was the lips, then the breasts, then the tummy, then the pelvis,

then the knees and then the legs, and then finally the feet.

I touched each part as Yoko requested, and it felt like real skin!

Amazing!

Around into the next room, there were four tv’s…

Each displaying a different video…of Yoko…

For instance…

One was done in Paris, France….

Yoko sitting in a chair onstage with a black dress on…

People came up from the audience and took a pair of scizzors,

and one by one, they cut pieces of Yoko’s dress!

She sat there totally oblivious and calm…

(Peaceful Yoko as always!)

One by one they cut, the audience…

Until finally, she was down to just underthings…It was amazing how each person came up and looked up at Yoko

before cutting another piece of her dress, and Yoko

would just stare straight ahead…totally calm and buddhist.

(You gotta love her!)

I think people were standing around trying to…wait and see

if Yoko would arrive. I didn’t want to bother her and bug her for

an autograph…or try and snap a picture of her…so I left.

(She probably is tired of signing those, and having pictures taken I’m sure!) I left a CD of my music for Yoko with one of the polaroid girls…and went outside into the beautiful NYC sunny day…

The weird thing was…it actually felt sunnier and brighter inside the gallery!

All in all it was exciting and awesome and kool…Sooooo glad I went!

Peace and Love to you,Yoko

You are real….real is love.

Cazzy

The Alien

Yoko Ono

John Lennon’s widow Yoko Ono poses at the Schirn Kunsthalle in Frankfurt, central Germany, Thursday, Feb. 13. 2013. Four days before her 80th birthday the artist opened her exhibition ‘Yoko Ono. Half-A-Wind Show’ with her own works. The exhibition is open until May 12. (AP Photo/dpa, Arne Dedert)

 

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Pazzion …and zo the pazzion burnz zo good delicouz zweet juzt like it zhould Take my heart, it’z yourz to have and zoothe you do like golden zalve   For when you melt into my armz and zizzle me with all your charmz I melt and zigh and even zwoon and make love under the […]
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Pazzion

…and zo the pazzion burnz zo good

delicouz zweet juzt like it zhould

Take my heart, it’z yourz to have

and zoothe you do like golden zalve

 

For when you melt into my armz

and zizzle me with all your charmz

I melt and zigh and even zwoon

and make love under the zparkling moon

 

You were alone and zo waz I

I looked for love under blue zky

I held you cloze and kizzed your brow

the zmoothezt lover, pleaze claim me now

 

Whilzt otherz play and even yearn

Ourz iz zuch…a yummy burn

We muzt have each other again

it muzt be zoon, I know not when

 

I look at you with ztarz in my eyez

you wrap me with your velvet thighz

Zuch iz fate we were meant to meet

You are my flower, my darling treat

 

Wow iz truly all I can zay

I am your poem, I am your play

Juzt write me zlow and take your time

I am your zong, you are my rhyme.

Cazzy

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Party I went to a party for a year one day My mind had left I was away There were many people drinking strong No one was really sober for long The haze in my mind iz almost clear I think I survived that crazy year Dancing on the ceiling they were so good They […]
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Party
I went to a party for a year one day
My mind had left I was away
There were many people drinking strong
No one was really sober for long
The haze in my mind iz almost clear
I think I survived that crazy year
Dancing on the ceiling they were so good
They were crunking the neighborhood
I looked at my hand, six fingers it had
I didn’t feel happy, I didn’t feel sad
There is a girl that’s kissing me
her hair changing colors so brilliantly
There were some girls stripping off clothes
Where they left them no one knows
But the music was what called to me
It’s seductive, haunting mystery
Some guys were twirling on the heads
another guy head banging purple dreds
They dropped some twilight on my tongue
A smoother tune I’d never sung
They asked me to c’mon and play guitar
So I floated to the car
and got my axe, always waiting
full of music, never hating
I slipped inside they handed me a wine
I was in a tunnel, but feeling fine
The DJ was kool but didn’t speak
just nodded at me and let me freak
I wailed it good and smooth, unfazing
My eyes were red but I was blazing
I don’t play fast, just try to play kool
No one preaching in my school
My soul bursts forth through the strings
I think it cries, I think it sings
No one told me to turn it down
No one in the club displayed a frown
The DJ didn’t mind if I wailed
Juzt played guitar as if I’d sailed
on an ocean that never ends
Where all the DJ’s were truly friends
No “Superstar” DJ’s, just loverz of song
It seemed that night we couldn’t do wrong
So outside, too they had much tents
Without pretention, without rents
It felt quite good to get away
forget about those who led me astray
thrust from my mind who’s done me wrong
They will answer to another song
No bad feelings, no sad vibes
Just crystalline music and splivvy times
A girl thought I was in love with her
but I think the shrooms made it a blur
They partied there all weekend long
I felt just like where I belong
As I usually do, I left alone
Just my guitar,my case, my home
Yet still I felt quite pleased and warm
Perhaps the wine simmered my song
I stared at the stars as they calmly laughed
My feet my wheels, my guitar my staff.

Cazzy

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