Submitted by rosalie on Thu, 08/12/2010 - 11:25pm
Dominique said he would send his story in three separate emails...so far I have received two installments:
Tugging at the loose lino in the kitchen, seeing the roaches skitter. Riding the pony on springs in my great grandma's basement. She used the word 'davenport.' Little pieces. Started photostatic collage magazine with my friend Jn. In early '80's. Possibly the work saved his life on occasion. Still hear him in my head, that search for precision, cropping, ad copy, it's just a different thing. Like so many others I always wanted to please him. So young to die.
That uneasy flitter tummy of excitement and light fear of unknown, confoundingly attractive. A constant drive to do, to make use of carnal existence. Undetered by futility in most situations. Straightforward utility, pragmatic approach. Uncomfortable in social gatherings, quickly tire in general conversation. Comparing feelings of others to understand my own.