Yoko Ono Grapefruit Quotes

A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality.

Hide until everybody goes home. Hide until everybody forgets about you. Hide until everybody dies.

Mirror becomes a razor when it's broken. A stick becomes a flute when it's loved.

Imagine the clouds dripping Dig a hole in your garden to put them in

Give death announcements each time you move instead of giving announcements of the change of address. Send the same when you die.

Think that snow is falling Think that snow is falling everywhere all the time When you talk with a person, think that snow is falling between you and on that person Stop conversing when you think the person is covered by snow

TIME PAINTING Make a painting in which the color comes out only under a certain light at a certain time of the day. Make it a very short time. 1961 summer

Listen to the sound of the earth turning.

Bandage any part of your body If people ask about it, make a story and tell If people do not ask about it, draw their attention to it and tell If people forget about it, remind them of it and keep telling. Do not talk about anything else

CLOSET PIECE II Put one memory into one half of your head. Shut it off and forget it. Let the other half of the brain long for it. 1964 spring

A cloud consists of the following substances: colour, music, smell, sleep and water. Sometimes it rains substances other than water, but very few people notice it.

SWIM SWIM IN YOUR DREAM AS FAR AS YOU CAN UNTIL YOU FIND AN ISLAND. TELL US RESULTS. 12th day dreamtime

TAPE PIECE II Room Piece Take the sound of the room breathing. 1) at dawn 2) in the morning 3) in the afternoon 4) in the evening 5) before dawn Bottle the smell of the room of that particular hour as well 1963 autumn

ECHO TELEPHONE PIECE Get a telephone that only echoes back your voice. Call every day and talk about many things. 1964 spring

CONCERT PIECE When the curtain rises, go hide and wait until everybody leaves you. Come out and play. 1963 autumn

CENTRAL PARK POND PIECE Go to the middle of the Central Park Pond and drop all your jewelries. 1956 autumn

MIRROR PIECE Instead of obtaining a mirror, obtain a person. Look into him. Use different people. Old, young, fat, small, etc. 1964 spring

Piano keys are flower-petals turned hard.

watch go to the nearest fountain and watch the water dance afternoon 5th day

Grapefruit is a hybrid of lemon and orange. Snow is a hybrid of wish and lament.

count count the clouds name them 8th day (afternoon)

PAINTING FOR THE BURIAL On the night of the full moon, place a canvas in the garden from 1 a.m. till dawn. When the canvas is dyed thoroughly in rose with the morning light, dismember or fold it and bury. The ways of burial: 1) Bury it in the garden and place a marker with a number on it. 2) Sell it to the rag man. 3) )Throw it in the garbage. 1961 summer

Dance Report in the old east there was a dance in which young girls at the age of 12 or 13 wore special intoxicating flowers inducing them to sleep while standing. the girls went on standing for hours while people watched and appreciated the delicate swaying of the bodies

One morning at breakfast he pointed out an article in the newspaper to me. It was about a Japanese artist, Yoko Ono, who had made a film that consisted of close-up shots of people’s bottoms. ‘Cyn, you’ve got to look at this. It must be a joke. Christ, what next? She can’t be serious!’ We laughed and shook our heads. ‘Mad,’ John said. ‘She must be off her rocker.’ I had to agree. We had no understanding at all of avant-garde art or conceptualism at that point and the newspaper went into the bin. We didn’t discuss Yoko Ono again until one night when we were lying in bed, reading, I asked John what his book was. It was called Grapefruit and looked very short. ‘Oh, something that weird artist woman sent me,’ he said.

A cross with a bent tip that's the Facebook logo New religion, clouds drip Grapefruit Yoko Ono A clown wears the crown for years and we celebrate Rule of law turned upside down, we tolerate I no longer know, where we headed on this path Pen my words, just forget it, waiting on the crash Documenting life, I am Mr Werner Herzog ’72 Aguirre, this is the wrath of God