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𝕊𝕘𝕥. 𝕁𝕒𝕫𝕫 𝕍𝕒𝕟 𝕆𝕟𝕠'𝕤 ℙ𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕔 𝕄𝕠𝕡-ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕕 ℕ𝕠𝕙 𝔻𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕞𝕞𝕒 𝔸𝕣𝕥 𝔹𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕕 🍋

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One Woman/No Show, 1960-1971, MoMA, New York (2015) haiku No°575

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𝓈𝒽𝒶𝒹ℴ𝓌 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒾𝒶

𝒻𝒶𝓈𝒸𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝑀𝒸𝐿𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓃

ℯ𝓋𝒶𝓅ℴ𝓇𝒶𝓉ℯ 𝒶𝓇𝓉

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Outrospective, Everson Museum of Art, Syracuse (1971) dodoitsu No°7775

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𝒾𝒹ℯ𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝒷ℯ𝓈𝓉 𝓃ℴ 𝓃ℴ

𝒸ℴ𝓂𝒻ℴ𝓇𝓉 𝒸ℴ𝓃𝒻ℴ𝓇𝓂 𝓂𝓊𝓈ℯℴ

𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝒻𝓁𝒾ℯ𝓈 𝒸𝒽ℯℯ𝓀𝓎 𝒹ℴ𝒹ℴ

𝓅ℴ𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓉 𝓈𝓅ℯ𝓁𝓁𝓈 𝒴ℰ𝒮 𝓉𝒽ℴ𝓊ℊ𝒽

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The Riverbed Is Not Here, Vancouver Art Gallery (2021) gogyohka No°00005

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𝓈𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒹ℯ𝓅𝓉𝒽

𝒾𝓃𝓃ℴ𝓋𝒶𝓉ℯ𝓈 𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓉

𝓂𝒶𝓀ℯ𝓈 𝒾𝓂𝓅ℴ𝓈𝓈𝒾𝒷𝓁ℯ 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅ℯ𝓃

𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓈 𝒻𝓁𝒶𝓉 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓊𝓃𝓈ℯℯ𝓃

𝓈ℴ 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 ℊℴℴ𝒹

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Jazz Van Ono: Halve The Gallery, Lisson Gallery, London (1967) haibun No°X575

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1967 𝓈𝓌𝓊𝓃ℊ 𝒾𝓃𝓉ℴ ℒℴ𝓃𝒹ℴ𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝓇𝒶𝓈𝒽ℯ𝒹 𝒾𝓃𝓉ℴ 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒶𝓇𝓉 ℊ𝒶𝓁𝓁ℯ𝓇𝓎 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓈 𝒮𝒫ℒ𝒜𝒯 𝒫𝒪𝒲 ℬ𝒜𝒩𝒢! ℐ 𝓈𝓉ℴℴ𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝒶𝓁𝒻 ℴ𝒻 𝓉𝒽ℯ ℊ𝒶𝓁𝓁ℯ𝓇𝓎 𝓌ℯ𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓉ℯ 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝓌𝒾𝒹ℯ 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝓂𝓂ℯ𝒹 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓉ℯ 𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇ℯ𝒹 𝒾𝓃𝓉ℴ 𝓈𝓅𝒶𝒸ℯ 𝒶𝓈 𝒾𝒻 𝒾𝓃𝓋𝒾𝓈𝒾𝒷𝓁ℯ 𝓉ℴ 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒸𝓇ℴ𝓌𝒹, 𝓈𝒶𝓋ℯ 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝓂𝓎 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝒽𝒶𝒾𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓂𝓂ℯ𝓇𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓃𝒾 𝓁ℯ𝓋𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝒻𝓇ℴ𝓂 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓅𝒶𝓁𝓂 ℴ𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹. ℐ 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒯𝒽ℯ ℳℴℴ𝓃, 𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝒮𝓊𝓃 ℯ𝒸𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓃ℊ ℯ𝒶𝒸𝒽 ℴ𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓎 ℊ𝓇ℯℯ𝓃 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓃𝒾 ℴ𝓁𝒾𝓋ℯ 𝒻𝓁ℴ𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝒶𝓁ℴ𝓃ℊ 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓁𝒾𝓀ℯ 𝒯𝒽ℯ ℰ𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒽. 𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝒸𝓇ℴ𝓌𝒹 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓂𝓂ℯ𝓇ℯ𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝓁𝒾𝓆𝓊𝒾𝒹 𝓈𝓅𝒶𝒸ℯ. ℐ 𝒻ℯ𝓁𝓉 𝒶𝓉 𝓅ℯ𝒶𝒸ℯ 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓃 𝓁ℯ𝒻𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓈𝒽ℴ𝓌.

𝓋𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓈𝓉

𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓁𝓁ℯ𝒹 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓃𝒾 ℊ𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓈

𝓂𝒾𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓁ℯ ℴ𝓁𝒾𝓋ℯ

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Contract Piece, Yamaichi Concert Hall, Kyoto, Japan (1964) katauta No°577

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𝓈𝒾ℊ𝓃 ℴ𝓃 𝒹ℴ𝓉𝓉ℯ𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓃ℯ

𝓃ℴ𝓉 ℴ𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓈𝓅ℯ𝓇𝓈 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓈ℴ𝓃ℊ𝓈

𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ ℯ𝓃𝒹𝓊𝓇ℯ 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝒸𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓂𝓈 𝓉ℴℴ?

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𝒰𝓃𝓅𝓊𝒷𝓁𝒾𝓈𝒽ℯ𝒹 𝒥𝒶𝓏𝓏 𝒱𝒶𝓃 𝒪𝓃ℴ ℐ𝓃𝓉ℯ𝓇𝓋𝒾ℯ𝓌 ℬ𝓎 𝒜𝓁𝓁ℯ𝓃 ℳ𝒾𝒹ℊℯ𝓉𝓉ℯ ℱℴ𝓇 𝒫𝒶𝓃𝒾𝒸 𝒟ℯ𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓂ℯ𝓃𝓉 𝒜𝓇𝓉𝓂𝒶ℊ 𝒞ℴ𝓃𝒹𝓊𝒸𝓉ℯ𝒹 ℐ𝓃 𝒜 ℳ𝓊𝓈ℯ𝓊𝓂 𝒢𝒾𝒻𝓉 𝒮𝒽ℴ𝓅 𝒟𝒾𝓈𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎 𝒰𝓃𝒾𝓉 ℱℴ𝓇 𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝒞𝒶𝓃𝒸ℯ𝓁ℯ𝒹 2021 𝒲𝒽𝒾𝓉𝓃ℯ𝓎 ℬ𝒾ℯ𝓃𝓃𝒾𝒶𝓁

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Jazz Van Ono: Actually getting cold.

Panic Department: Um. Sorry?

Jazz Van Ono: Actually getting cold.

Panic Department: Ah. Jazz. Thank you for speaking with us today. Apparently, you are the only artist participating in this year’s Whitney Biennial.

Jazz Van Ono: Yes. Language is violence. Sound is a ladder. Please climb it sideways.

Panic Department: That’s um. Well, yes. Beautiful!

Jazz Van Ono: It is. Yes.

Panic Department: Well. Uh. Let’s begin with the Biennial. What are your thoughts on [muffled] who was going to drag a mile-long trail of foot woven fabric through the forest? They are no longer participating, but

Jazz Van Ono: That was me, actually. Allen. I have a dream. In this dream, I am outsourcing all my art to Chile. It is a performance really. But currently it is a dream. Perhaps you can find it on a shelf somewhere in this gift shop. Allen. Performance does not exist. Only behavior. Behavior and documentation. Both mutate and evaporate over time. Therefore they don’t exist either. So what is left, Allen? Time. Time is something you wish to forget so that others will remember it for you. So that is what I am offering here. Time. Really. That is all I have to offer. Please have some.

Panic Department: Well yes. Um. Thank you. Aaand you were advocating for another canceled artist who was going to present a project involving a jockstrap loom of some sort, uh. At the New York Stock Exchange?

Jazz Van Ono: Looms are metaphors, Allen. Jockstraps at the stock exchange are what they are. Jockstraps at the stock exchange. I do not advocate. I don’t have any stock for jocks to exchange. Not as of yet anyway. Allen.

Panic Department: So many artists are

Jazz Van Ono: Allen.

Panic Department: Are returning to ancestral rituals that

Jazz Van Ono: Allen.

Panic Department: Oh. Yes. I

Jazz Van Ono: Allen.

Panic Department: *

Jazz Van Ono: Please go on.

Panic Department: Ummm, whether Mapuche cosmology. Or Incan mythology. Maya Tz’utujil jockstrap weaving. Etc etc. Adonis having a moment again. At least in my neighborhood. Um. Is Nostalgia even sexy? Again?! Jazz?

Jazz Van Ono: Oh. No. Well. Yes. Trauma is a drag. And can certainly have drag appeal. Wigs have animal charm. Take yours for instance. Or even mine. If I wore one.

Panic Department: I’m not.

Jazz Van Ono: You are. And I could.

Panic Department: But you’re not.

Jazz Van Ono: Exactly! Allen.

Panic Department: I’m not either.

Jazz Van Ono: Allen. You and I are now in this display case. At least, I am. You? You are about half in. Maybe less. Which counts for something. Or half of something. You are wearing a wig, Allen. And this counts for something too. We are not here longing for the past. We are not chasing it down, attacking it with blow darts. Forcing it to be with us. Like in a brightly lit cave. No. It’s just you and I, Allen. In the cave.

Panic Department: Display case.

Jazz Van Ono: A brightly lit cave.

[long pause, staring at each other]

Jazz Van Ono: Allen.

Panic Department: Yes.

Jazz Van Ono: Ob-La-Di, Ob-la-da.

Panic Department: Uh

Jazz Van Ono: It is crampy in the cave. Crampy, campy and damp. Yes? Some wish for a return to the tradition of fighting against the forces of political and bodily tyranny. Or we can sit on top of a cloud beyond the door. Can you hand me that wig there?

Panic Department: Um, no. Uh. What wig?! Are you saying the art world is spiritually bankrupt?

Jazz Van Ono: No. What I am saying is

Panic Department: Yes?

Jazz Van Ono: What I’m saying is

Panic Department: *

Jazz Van Ono: I hug my cat.

Panic Department: What?

Jazz Van Ono: I hug my cat.

Panic Department: I. I don’t understand. You hug

Jazz Van Ono: In the cave, Allen. I hug my cat.

Panic Department: Is there a cat in here too?

Jazz Van Ono: My cat Frederico. Rico for short. Or Freddy. I hug your cat too.

Panic Department: I don’t have a cat.

Jazz Van Ono: Oh. Nevermind.

Panic Department: Um. Yes. Sure.

Jazz Van Ono: What I am saying is the Art world with a capital A, is spiritually overfunded. Everyone is dragging fabric through forests now. They are literally dragging in the forest now. The forest then becomes a drag. Everyone is filming themselves in the reeds, dragging what they can, being a drag or whatever when they could be enjoying 森林浴. Or the rain. They colonized the rain, Allen. Well. For the time being. You and I. We are in the cave. Um. It’s quite nice here. Don’t you agree?

Panic Department: Uh

Jazz Van Ono: Hand me that cheesecake there.

Panic Department: No. Uh. What?! So. What do you make of [redacted] erotic domestic scenes verging on violence. Critics say she [redacted] all over Picasso, plunging [redacted or muffled] pastels [redacted] nightmare [muffled] with eggs. And. Um. Your [muffled] is in my mouth. Can you

Jazz Van Ono: Please Excuse me. Yes. [muffled] Modernism [muffled] mummified. [muffled or redacted] it. Oh. And it’s there. At your elbow.

Panic Department: What is?

Jazz Van Ono: Cheesecake.

Panic Department: Oh. Um. I see. That’s a maybe. Jazz? The Art world with a capital A does seem to reward artists for engaging in. And uh no. There is no cheesecake here.

Jazz Van Ono: At your elbow, Allen.

Panic Department: Uh, engaging in traditions of their ancestors. Whether African mask-making, Ancestral Pueblo pottery. Faux Queer Cubist or Surrealist pastiche. Is this a good thing?

Jazz Van Ono: Everything is good, Allen. In this Flux box. Only a Goodness. Perhaps put your legs over here.

Panic Department: May do. Um. You mean display case.

Jazz Van Ono: No. Flux box.

Panic Department: We are in The Whitney’s gift shop, Jazz.

Jazz Van Ono: Yes. Display case. But only this. Rico, you and I. Some fresh New York cheesecake. Infinite. Finite. Yummy all. This is good, Allen. This can only be good.

Panic Department: The [unclear] artist [redacted] filming [unclear] dance, and [unclear] [redacted] [unclear] [muffled] chocolate [redacted] to [redacted] [muffled] [unclear] then

Jazz Van Ono: We do what we do, Allen. You wear or not wear a wig. The best of New York cheesecake on your elbow. When once there wasn’t! Viola! Now it’s gone. What a drag. Or is it? I become translucent. I am a cloud. In a brightly-lit cave. You are too. Or at least half of you. There is only Now. And right now I am only interested in you hugging your cat. He or she. It is here. In this Flux box. Yes? What is his or her name?

Panic Department: Grapefruit.

Jazz Van Ono: Oh yes. Mine too. Please. Here is something I wish to pass on to you. A note. Please read it out loud.

Panic Department (one line recital):

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ℐ𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓂ℴ𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃ℊ, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓃ℯ𝓌 𝓈𝓊𝓃 𝓈𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓀𝓁ℯ𝓈 ℊℴ𝓁𝒹 𝒶𝒸𝓇ℴ𝓈𝓈 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓇𝒾𝓅𝓅𝓁ℯ𝓈 ℴ𝒻 𝒶 ℊℯ𝓃𝓉𝓁ℯ 𝓈ℯ𝒶.

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Panic Department: Uh. I’m thinking that’s from Jonathan Livingston Seagull.

Jazz Van Ono: That’s a very nice name for your cat too, Allen. Each echo is original. Our realities too. Apparently, we dig Original Life. Original Life Forms, Allen. Seagulls. Clouds. Caves. Wigs. Action. Art. Even cheesecake. Everything original. And Good. And New. A Goodness, Allen. A Goodness that is You.

Panic Department: Thank you, Jazz. I feel illuminated.

Jazz Van Ono: Yes. It’s the lighting in here. Thank you. And Allen? Please hug Grapefruit for me.

Panic Department: I most certainly will.

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𝒾𝓃𝓈𝓉𝓇𝓊𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝒻𝓊𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓁 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶𝓇𝓉
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𝒸𝓊𝓉 𝒶 𝒽ℴ𝓁ℯ 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓈𝓀𝓎

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𝓅𝓊𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝒽ℯ𝒶𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝓇ℴ𝓊ℊ𝒽

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𝓈𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓁 𝒸𝓊𝓇𝒶𝓉ℴ𝓇𝓈 𝓋𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓈𝒽

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𝓉𝒾𝓉𝓁ℯ 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓅𝒾ℯ𝒸ℯ 𝒩ℴ𝓉 𝒰𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓉𝓁ℯ𝒹

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𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉ℯ 𝒾𝓃𝓈𝓉𝓇𝓊𝒸𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃𝓈 ℴ𝓃 𝒽ℴ𝓌 𝓉ℴ 𝒷𝓊𝒾𝓁𝒹 𝒶 𝓈𝓀𝓎

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ℯ𝓇𝒶𝓈ℯ 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓂

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ℯ𝓍𝒽𝒾𝒷𝒾𝓉 ℴ𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝒽ℯ ℯ𝓇𝒶𝓈ℯ𝓇

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𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇ℊℯ 𝓈ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓃 𝒹ℴ𝓁𝓁𝒶𝓇𝓈

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𝒹ℴ𝓃𝒶𝓉ℯ 𝒾𝓉 𝓉ℴ 𝒶𝓃 ℯ𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓃ℊℯ𝓇ℯ𝒹 ℯ𝓂ℴ𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃

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𝒸𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓉ℯ 𝒶 𝓂𝒾𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓁ℯ

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𝓈𝒾𝒻𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓈𝒶𝓃𝒹

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ℯ𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓅ℴ𝓁𝒾𝓉𝒾𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓃𝓈

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𝓉ℯ𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓂 𝓌ℯ’𝓇ℯ 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓂ℯ𝓇𝓂𝒶𝒾𝒹𝓈

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𝓈𝒸𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓂 𝓌𝒽ℯ𝓃 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓈ℯℯ ℋℯ𝓁𝓋ℯ𝓉𝒾𝒸𝒶 𝒩ℯ𝓊ℯ

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𝒾ℊ𝓃ℴ𝓇ℯ 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓈

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𝓁𝒾𝒷ℯ𝓇𝒶𝓉ℯ 𝓁ℴ𝒷𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓇𝓈 𝒻𝓇ℴ𝓂 𝒶 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓅

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𝓀𝓃ℴ𝓌 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝒷ℯ𝓈𝓉 𝓌ℴ𝓇𝓀 𝒾𝓈 ℴ𝓃 𝓃𝒶𝓅𝓀𝒾𝓃𝓈

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𝒹𝒾𝓈𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓉𝓁ℯ 𝒶 ℊ𝒾𝒻𝓉 𝓈𝒽ℴ𝓅

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ℯ𝒶𝓉 𝓈ℴ𝓂ℯ 𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓁ℯ𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝓂𝓊𝓈ℯ𝓊𝓂

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𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝓉: 𝒯𝓊ℯ𝓈𝒹𝒶𝓎

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SOMETIMES SILLY SUNSHINES

𝒷𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝒶 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝒽𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓈, ℊ𝓇𝒶𝓅ℯ𝒻𝓇𝓊𝒾𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 ℴ𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝓈𝓊𝓃𝓃𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃ℊ𝓈

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written by Jazz Van Ono in her half sleep as recited to the moon

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Act One | Sun Beds For Peace

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Jazz Van Ono: I know our travels are light inside of the Sun and this could be a mirror. But you, O Moon, are quite warm and bright and most certainly fabulous. How about I speak in thunderclaps or in silence so that you may hear me in your natural tongue. I will dutifully ignore all art and instructions, no matter how flux, no matter how chic. This will bring a certain poise and elegance to the, uh, situation. I will ignore the performance. There is no performance here. And barely behaviours. Just stillness. Which seems velvet. If you know what I mean. You, O Moon. Please listen. My heart does not skip a beat. Our hearts can be incredibly shy. But, well. Let’s just say all this is beyond glamour. Beyond the attention and care that I seek. I am a baby again. An infant in the light of the Moon. Moonglow brings infancy. O, this is not art. I am the child who is thrilled to be here.

Young man in the too-long-sleeves sweater: Jazz, may I stand here, side by side or at least across from you and catch those rays too. There is another audience here, besides the O Moon. And you, who may release the sky from your palm with an autograph offered hopefully to me. But we are all in awe of the moonglow and really, I prefer to feel quite lucky to be here. Audience plants and office plants are watered daily by me, with a large feeling of hope that they will grow. We’ll listen to you, Jazz, O Moon, and uh savor the silence of the Moon, while basking under moonglow. Hey, what can I say? We wanna grow. I wanna to grow. Seems luck is shining on me.

Hippie Curator: Dig. Try one enormous hat containing a very small man. We’ll hang out with you too. I mean. This is all off the menu. So dig it. We eat art. Plus the moonglow and this overall dynamic hold a certain charm, not yet identifiable by moi. Quite righteously. So. Let’s proceed.

Audience plants at random: I’m wearing paper shoes. Though. This is but a dream, so I say that and really, please just go with it. Dear Jazz, To Sir with Love, Lulu and believe me, this is a loo loo, cuz, well. I mean all this moonglow. Around us. My. We are lucky. We are radicalized. We have some Bacharach. So the glow is enormous. I’m just happy to be here. With you all. Uh, real audience members?

Jazz Van Ono:

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𝓁ℴℴ𝓀 𝒶𝓇ℴ𝓊𝓃𝒹

ℴ𝓅ℯ𝓃 𝓉ℴ 𝓉𝓇𝓊ℯ 𝒸ℴ𝓂𝓂ℯ𝓃𝓉𝓈

𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 ℴ𝓇 𝓇𝒶𝒹𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁 𝒾𝓃𝓉ℯ𝓇𝓋ℯ𝓃𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃

𝒶 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝒹𝓃ℯ𝓈𝓈

ℊℴℴ𝒹𝓃ℯ𝓈𝓈

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Grapefruit: Of a dream.

Jazz Van Ono: Good.

Audience plants at random: Yes. Of a dream. Astride this lovely moonglow. Grapefruit?

Grapefruit: Em, yes. Lovely. The Moon. Etcetera.

Young man in the too-long-sleeves sweater:

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𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓂 𝓁𝒾ℊ𝒽𝓉 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓈 ℴ𝓃 𝒶 𝒷𝒶𝓇ℯ 𝓈𝓉𝒶ℊℯ

𝒶 𝓉𝒶𝓅ℯ 𝓇ℯ𝒸ℴ𝓇𝒹ℯ𝓇 𝓈𝓁ℴ𝓌𝓁𝓎 𝓅𝓊𝓂𝓅𝓈 ℴ𝓊𝓉

ℯ𝓃𝒹𝓁ℯ𝓈𝓈 𝓇ℯ𝒸ℴ𝓇𝒹𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓉𝒶𝓅ℯ ℴ𝓃𝓉ℴ 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒻𝓁ℴℴ𝓇

𝒶 𝓈𝒾𝓃ℊ𝓁ℯ ℯ𝓃ℴ𝓇𝓂ℴ𝓊𝓈 𝓁𝒾ℊ𝒽𝓉𝒷𝓊𝓁𝒷 𝒻𝒾𝓁𝓁ℯ𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒻ℴℊ ℴ𝓋ℯ𝓇𝒽ℯ𝒶𝒹

𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒶𝓂𝒷𝒾𝒶𝓃𝒸ℯ

𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝓂ℴℴ𝓃 𝒸ℴℴ𝓁𝓃ℯ𝓈𝓈

𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝒻𝒶𝓉𝑒

𝓃𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒶𝓁

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Grapefruit: Naturally.‎

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REVOPOLLUTION 45 single sleeve art

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REVOPOLLUTION

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lyrics & music by McLemon Ono Brand

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production & engineering by Joe Meek

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eat your ketchup

don’t sign

squirted lines

toot sweet

you’re lovely, man

you’re lovely, woman

thwack on yer bloody blue dome

grapefruit is shining

flashing yourself in your home

your jeans are lonely, people

piggy wiggy

sickie twiggy

eight arms to squeeze you

you went pretty ape

hey spook by the door

shaved lemonade eyes

rude mod telly cats

two by four

skin tight crumpets

and weather vane sneeze

eggs polka dot toast

you’re the most

in lavender cream

can’t stop her

what a copper

the whispers protest

cloud peppermints pest

bully dregs

sun cigarettes

wings fall off a jet

I’m amazed

I am here

so why sneer

dear martha

in drag as king lear

someone laughs

mustard gas

disappears

in your ear

fold some silence

in your pocket

teen magazine sky

flies on thighs

it ain’t clear

disco glue blue guerilla

flower tape tits

to your nose

sniffles snuffles

butterfly toes

wanna beer

sign your band

hairy thong

imagine this is peace

raise your hands

shooting star

beatle ruts

guru kisses

flying nuns

alley mutts

swat cars

out of gas

I passed out

on your ass

grass lawns

kettle boils

tea is Life

hairy jokes

all you need is some cash

and some care

mop tops

savoir faire

silly dove

soft boiled brains

say yes to the stones

in your pants

and them stains

what a bore

I’m a punk

number 9

cooing fans

bootleg beatles on vinyl

69

dear double oh seven

orgasms for tea

summer bummer

air is air

tickle tilly cartoon tulip mania

have good taste

drooling clear

quite a bang

art is over

if you want it

lucky clover

viet conga line

kicking cans

trash all over this place

reel to reel

doctor feelgood

in bad taste

feels up in your sweater

blow the fuzz

with some mace

twist n shout

was a pretty droll jello

loves you yeah no

warhol wigs

eat your figs

crack a sneer

let’s get trippy

sing a song

drippy

bong

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all you need is

a smile

ginger tea

summer glee

paper bags

burn some rags

protest trousers

orange mandolin hairdos

celebrity yowzers

think biscuits

guru accents

all the rage

some do

some mothers don’t

climb into my limo

cherry pies ala mode

burnt custard in stereo

it’s so jejune today oh boy

I don’t dread

when kings are dead

rushing wheels

take a spin

go animal crackers

bottom flies

chubby checker toothpaste on wet seals

being in

on Revopollution

hey rude

hello mystery

goodbye queen

she’s bloody well dead

long live her prick

plucky cock n war bullet

concept tart

twin engine farts

eight days then we marry

streaking naked

museum made weddings

on Revopollution

mexican jumping bean

mertz in a can

zipless McLemon Van Ono Brand

do the froog

ain’t love grand

have some gin

no

have a grin

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[searing guitar solo]

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yes exit

be love

feel the wind

whisky dove

this piece is over

untitled

filthy clear

dream submarine

materialized

through your saturday

wet summer thighs

we are ever

so so loverly

some things are not so impossible

blow up salvador dali

atomic b-sides

with a twist

to the wind

fly cement paper planes

lsd

the state that you’re in

the bed-in

the be-in

the free-in

giving free

hippie cash

think spaghetti

don’t get cheeky with joe meek

glass confetti

mop top

bottoms and tops

pop art pop paparazzi

fiorucci gelato

bowie’s polaroid hustle

you sing like a nazi

McLemon

loves

Van Ono

fluxus

sucks us

paper bag

that’s a no no

laughs

your panty hose

runs

jumps

and faints

relax

just I’m so high now

in my life

in your eyes

freaky sighs

have a coke

pretty smile

double frozen martinis

yoga dog piles

rubber ring wingy dingy

pop a wheely

try some peace

spread our legs

free some love

flying strawberry glove

french kiss

apple made meanies n bonkers

le pepe le go-go

cum together in soho

you

me

with the band

naked or solo

man

woman

breast

all sweet living things

flowers bees

powder puffs

lemon sneeze

new now generation

hi kids

hey wow

you’re totally groovy

live your life

hi

let’s go

g-g-g-g-g

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on Revopollution

GO!

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[screaming guitar solo. Jazz Van Ono sings]

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