Cleaning out my office the other day I found an article I’d set aside, about Yoko Ono. Among other things, it mentioned her 1964 book Grapefruit. While largely text, it’s an art book, a collection of provocatioins and directions — “instructions for imaginary acts,” as the article I’d set aside put it.
So I got a copy, and given how much I am obviously …
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