It Was My Fat Elvis Period. I

When I Was About Twelve I Used To Think I Must Be A Genius, But Nobody's Noticed. If There Is Such A Thing As A Genius, I Am One, And If There Isn't I Don't Care.

Yoko [ono] Was Well Into Liberation Before I Met Her. She'd Had To Fight Her Way Through A Man's World - The Art World Is Completely Dominated By Men - So She Was Full Of Revolutionary Zeal When We Met.

[polythene Pam] Was Me, Remembering A Little Event With A Woman In Jersey, And A Man Who Was England's Answer To Allen Ginsberg, Who Gave Us Our First Exposure - This Is So Long - You Can't Deal With All This. You See, Everything Triggers Amazing Memories. I Met Him When We Were On Tour And He Took Me Back To His Apartment And I Had A Girl And He Had One He Wanted Me To Meet. He Said She Dressed Up In Polythene, Which She Did. She Didn't Wear Jackboots And Kilts, I Just Sort Of Elaborated. Perverted Sex In A Polythene Bag. Just Looking For Something To Write About.

I Still Don't Know How To Express The Really Delicate Personal Stuff. People Think That Plastic Ono Is Very Personal, But There Are Some Subtleties Of Emotions Which I Cannot Seem To Express In Pop Music, And It Frustrates Me. Maybe That's Why I Still Search For Other Ways Of Expressing Myself. Song Writing Is A Limiting Experience In Some Ways - Writing Down Words That Have To Rhyme.

I Wouldn't Say I Was A Born Writer; I'm A Born Thinker.