I think John's flaws made him more human to me, Christine. And I
think he was the most spiritual and intelligent of them all. Which
made me enjoy him even more.
I like the part of the film where Cynthia says that they were running
to catch a train (I think it was a train...) and they were running
and all the screaming crowd and suddenly the craziness of it all hit
her...she couldn't do it anymore. Probably, with a young son to think
about, she had known it for a long time. But this was her moment of
realization. I think she never stopped loving him but it was the
craziness and the life style that came with it that she couldn't bear
any longer. So she stepped down.
Which in and of itself is an act one does for someone they truly love.
I've never been a Yoko fan. Never. Never understood what he saw in
her. However in this film, I must admit that I enjoyed the scenes of
them walking together in the woods. Then I realized that she gave him
an inner peace. Not that I like her anymore than I ever did. I don't.
But that comes from my conception of art and artist. I don't think she
was an artist and I don't think her work was art. She was good at
capturing media attention for crap that she called art, coming from
the counter-culture art that was up and coming at the time.
One piece that I truly believe is an ultimate work of art is a
watercolor a friend of mine did. It is a farm house porch and had
subtle shades ranging from pure white to soft dove-gray. Her control
and softness of color, hue, and tone was totally amazing. To me that
is the definition of art.
Another piece that won high honors was a bunch of black garbage bags
formed with silver duct tape and had some air blown into it so it
vibrated. My sister and daughter and I stood there looking at it. My
sister then looked at me and said, "Okay, you're the one with the art
degree....explain it to me." I shrugged my shoulders and said "study
of duct tape on black plastic? I dunno." Then my 1st cousin had a
piece in the same art show I had pieces in. She laid down on the
ground and took a picture facing up while some cowboy dude stepped
over her. It won high honors. So my sister, daughter, and Mom told me
the reason I can't win anything is because I don't take photos of
cowboy butt & crotch. BTW, my cousin left her husband, a well known
and respected dentist, and ran off to Colorado to live in cowboy
land. I hear that she had her own art studio and is doing well.
To finish that story, the next year I entered a photo I had taken at
the powwow of a young boy...just as I snapped the shutter, the sun
came out and illuminated the otter hair on his headdress. It was
stunning since the background (Lori, the trees around the grounds at
Tama) was blurred and was dark hunter green. It won honors over my
cousin's cowboy butt shots. It was one of those moments when you
instantly know you captured it...and smile to yourself even though
the film is undeveloped and still in the camera.
Lying naked and not moving for a couple of hours in public or putting
a step ladder up against a wall is not art...in my opinon. Nor does
screeching into a microphone and recording it make you a musician. I
can do that....my cat can do that. If she hadn't married John, no one
would know her name.
Cynthia had class. She still has class. I too have always thought a
lot of her and still do.
--- In email@example.com, "Christine" <india910@...> wrote:
> Hey Sharon,
> I remember you mentioning that you had watched the Imagine movie a
> few months back. I haven't seen it in YEARS -- a very long time --
> and it was on tonight. I missed the first 45 minutes (weekly
> appointment) and got home at 8:45; I came into the movie at
> approximately 1967, just after Brian Epstein died.
> This movie is so well done. It's a bit...disconcerting...now since
> the movie is 20 years old and certain people look so much younger
> (Sean is who I'm thinking of -- he's so young in this movie; he
> looks more like a little boy than I remembered him looking in this
> footage), but it's really so lovely. I just still find myself
> hoping -- though I realize that it's purely my emotions and not any
> sense of logic or reason -- that somehow, someway, the story will
> differently than it does, and it NEVER does. The ONE person in his
> inner circle, in his "world" who always makes me cry is Cynthia. I
> adore her and I think she is such a kind, gentle, decent soul.
> read both of her books (her second was published a couple of years
> ago; I got it for Christmas in 2006) and in everything I've read
> she's written, everything I've seen of her, one thing always cuts
> straight through: she never stopped loving him. They were my
> favorite Beatle couple, and she was always my favorite "Beatle
> because she was there BEFORE the Beatles were the Beatles. She was
> there through so much of the time that so fascinates me and draws
> in (Hamburg, the insanity of Beatlemania, et al.).
> I have always wondered what would have happened, how his life would
> have evolved, had he and Cyn remained married. There is such a sad
> division between Cyn and his English family and his "second"
> I know that it's pointless to think about this, but obviously the
> first thing that I think about is whether he would have ever had a
> reason to even come to New York and leave England. Yes, he was a
> Yorker. He loved it here. But if he had stayed in England, would
> his life have followed the path that it did? Would he still be
> here? That's not going to change anything, obviously, because it
> CAN'T, no matter how much so many people might want it to be, but
> it's inevitable that those thoughts find their way in.
> I missed meeting Cyn by one day in Liverpool. There is an exhibit
> (enclosd in its own enormous space) at the Albert Dock called "The
> Beatles Story" and when I was in Liverpool, Cyn had just set up a
> display of a lot of her drawings that illustrated her life with him
> (a lot of them are included in her first book). The exhibit was
> called "Inside Looking Out." It had opened at the Beatles Story
> day BEFORE we had arrived, and Cyn was there for the opening,
> spending time with the fans and visitors. I would have LOVED to
> met her. I DID meet John's half-sister, Julia, in Liverpool, which
> was absolutely amazing. She's a lovely lady and has spent a lot of
> time with fans over the years. I was so disappointed, though, when
> heard that Cyn had been there for a short while and had left the
> before we arrived.
> Anyway -- I'm just thinking aloud. The movie made me smile, but
> now, so many years later, no matter how many programs I've seen, no
> matter how accustomed to the truth, to reality, that I might be,
> there are times when I still feel the same way I did when I was
> fifteen and we lost him. Just watching the part of this movie that
> DID watch (and it made me want to drag out some of the other
> videos/documentaries that I have that I haven't seen in a long
> since there is footage from some included in this movie) reminds me
> over and over again why I've loved him for more than half my life
> always will. He was an amazing person, as incredible a talent as
> was a flawed, imperfect human being. And that's what I love so
> about him. He was so real. And he warms my heart like so few
> in my life have ever been able to do. I'm so glad that I found
> - and that I found him.
> Just wanted to share.