Word: grapefruit
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...extension of the vin-and-yang imagery is easily made to the cover of Yoko Ono's Grapefruit published this winter. It is a sunny book, almost square in format, though a little wider than long (a la Peanuts). The jacket is chiefly a bright yellow, though at its base is black lettering which claims that the "works and drawings [are] by Yoko Ono," and that the "introduction [is] by John Lennon." A large disc is cut from the yellow, and there in its place is a portrait of Yoko Ono. Black-and-white photograph, it has Yoko's grey...
Within this interchange lies the problem of Grapefruit : is it good...
...ROOMMATE, who is crazy and has done no thinking for better than a year, said of Grapefruit : "It's nothing, so incredibly nothing." A person whom I respect even more said of the book that only someone famous could get away with writing it. In general. then, it squirts. And Grapefruit's problems can mostly be laid on its orientation, which is definitely (almost exclusively) to those of us who are often stoned. Being obviously the work of someone who "must have been stoned" (often). it invites the reader to do likewise and rather effectively excludes the reader who doesn...
...Grapefruit is, rather, the droppings of a group of freshmen sitting one night around an ash tray. They are stoned and each now and then utters things which are astounding in their insight. OH-WOW's abound; each is fascinated with each one's wit; life becomes a trip of insights. In Yoko's book, these insights are called pieces; they are grouped into sections ; and, small wonder, the sections together are termed Grapefruit . Moreover, each piece is of the type so common to stone sessions: the instruction . The instruction is the message one pens to oneself when stoned...
Surrounded by such specimens, you stand nude for the weigh-in ceremonies and realize what a wreck you are. Then out of the gymnasium waddles some titan of industry looking like a grapefruit in his gold stretch-nylon sweatsuit. "Hi, tiger!" says Spa Director Ward Hutton. "You've got a good sweat going!" Wearily looking up, the titan mutters, "Hello, muscles." Suddenly you don't feel embarrassed any more...