Yoko Ono / Photographed by Craig McDean / For Interview Magazine December/January 2013/2014
Video reblogged from with 11 notes
Yoko Ono - Hell in Paradise
This is hell in paradise.
We’re all asleep or paralyzed.
Why are we scared to verbalize,
Our multicolour dreams?
When will we come to realize,
We’re all stoned or pacified?
While the boogie men organize,
Their multilevel schemes.
Underqualified for love.
Overqualified for life.
Sticking our heads in slime,
Thinking we’re in our prime.
Mesmerized by mythology.
Hypnotized by ideology.
Antagonized by reality.
Vandalized by insanity.
Desensitized by fraternity.
Sanitized by policy.
Jeopardized by lunacy.
This is hell.
Penalized by apathy,
And living in the world of fantasy.
Dancing on hot coal, waiting for the last call,
It’s Adam’s ball, Eve’s call,
Wake up, shake up,
Check out, work out, speak out,
Reach out, it’s time to, time to, time to,
To, to, to, to, to, to, to, to, to, to, to.
This is hell in paradise.
None of us wish to recognize.
But do we want them to materialize,
An endangered species?
With inspiration for life.
Always worth a reblog.
"There’s No Goodbye Between Us" - Yoko Ono & The Plastic Ono Band
On this day
October 11, 2003
Yoko Ono at her exhibit at Deitch Projects, Soho, NYC
Odyssey of a Cockroach
LIFE PIECE V:
Imagine yourself being
in your mother’s womb
as an embryo.
Stay in the position for awhile.
Ask yourself if you still wish to come out
into the world with all the knowledge
you have of what happened to you
and how you affected others.
PSA: Ira Glass, Questlove, Ad Rock, Mike D and Roberta Flack are dancers in Yoko Ono’s music video for “Bad Dancer.” How much awesome can be crammed into a single video? Here’s a link to video, so find out for yourself. Enjoy!
"Okay, this is the most random thing that’s happened to me in a long time. I was asked to dance in Yoko Ono’s new music video. Who says no to that? Here’s what it’s like: a car service picks you up and takes you to a nondescript building that’s set up for a video shoot. Lots of youngish people plus Yoko Ono. Oh hello there most famous person I’ve ever met! She’s gracious, has to be reminded by a handler who in the world I am. Then totally acts nice, says something along the lines of “I appreciate the work you do” which either means she’s heard my work or she hasn’t. Who cares! She’s Yoko Ono! And it’s inherently weird, right? For her too. She’s a lovely, not-terribly tall older woman in really beautiful clothes.
Each performer is called up, one at a time. First they play the song and you dance to it alone. The song is called “bad dancer” so I’m the perfect participant because - though I love to dance, I have no illusions. I’m a spaz. I stand in front of the camera and 20 handlers and hipsters and publicists and crew and Yoko Ono and I think a reporter from Rolling Stone and I tell myself to pretend I can do this and I dance. Then we do a take where I dance with Yoko which they use none of in the video. When the camera starts rolling, Yoko reminds me of other performance artists I’ve known: she’s assured, she’s game to try stuff, she’s a good improviser. We do a slow motion sidestep towards each other and then circle each other. We do a thing where she dances while I gesture towards her like ‘you are the bomb.’ If I knew how to dance I’m sure I could’ve come up with better stuff. The song seems to last a very long time, as we circle each other and improv this and that. I wonder if it’s okay to take her hand or touch her in any way. Somehow, I’m not up to that. I don’t try. I’m a guest here in her world. If handholding or touching is supposed to happen between you and Yoko Ono or you and the Queen of England, they are the ones who initiate it. ”
Fuck yea! Turn it up and piss people off!
Yoko Ono Plastic Ono Band, Featuring Iggy Pop - Waiting for the D Train (2010)
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