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Where text meets image. Where the visual intersects the literary.

How We Listened

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Have you forgotten how we listened

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to what was not being said.

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The sun and the night both shining in Autumn.

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Shining upon what is concealed

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& beneath the crossroads,

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a deeply buried wind

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streaming through the empty house.

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Dedicated to my (late) brother Larry, whose birthday is 2/22, who cried over his black fish floating belly up, who slipped climbing the crabapple tree & gashed his belly open with a nail. We passed through the cage of black & white TV broadcasting one Friday late into the night and throughout the weekend until a funeral on Monday.

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My video poem concerning this event: https://vimeo.com/11304739

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I think I found the spiral Xray online a couple of years ago. Of course , neither am I claiming any copyright credit for the photographs of J.F.K.’s funeral. A detail from a still photo of a performer riding a horse in my video poem is also in the mix. I will take some credit for that.

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Mona Ono / Yoko Lisa

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Leonardo da Vinci
sits at the piano
composing
‘Imagine’

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