I read once that John Lennon first asked, demanded practically, to meet Yoko Ono at a gallery show after seeing a piece of her artwork on display there. To experience her piece, because it’s always an experience with Yoko Ono, you had to climb a ladder and peer through a hole or under a blanket or something and, once achieved, you saw the word and only the word “Yes.” That’s the word that awoke Lennon’s flatlined heart and balmed Lennon’s waning sanity because he was so surprised to find it there, like a needle in a haystack or a diamond in manure or an unshakeable woman’s soft smile in a war zone. Or at least that’s how I chose to remember it.
I also read once that “Toquerville is a town with: No bank, No movie house, No garage, No motel, No cafe. There is a post office and two small grocery stores. There is no neon sign.” Or at least that’s how we chose to remember it.
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