Tag Archives: Eliot Mintz

FIXING A HOLE: IN MEMORY OF WALLS AND BRIDGES

Posted on November 12, 2010 by Dave

Are trauma and memory walls and bridges to the truth?… “The premise for this … film comes from an Ono film score, published in 1968: The cameraman will chase a girl on a street with a camera persistently until he … Continue reading →

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REMEMBER: ECHOES and MEMORIES

Posted on October 14, 2010 by Dave

In his Rolling Stone interview,John Lennon said that it was pain which had made the great artists what they were. Memory, oh memory, what you do to me? /Today is all I really need to know. /Why do you have … Continue reading →

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REAL LOVE: A KARMA of MILK and HONEY

Posted on October 13, 2010 by Dave

All my little plans and schemes pass like some forgotten dream. Seems that all I really was doing was waiting for you. Just like little girls and boys playing with their little toys. Seems like all we really were doing … Continue reading →