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Jeremy Blake and Theresa Duncan

And So This is How it Ends…

by sashastone on August 2, 2007

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I swept all of the Theresa Duncan photos off of my desktop today after reading Kate Coe’s insightful, well-reported piece on Duncan and Jeremy Blake. Whatever is most fascinating about Duncan is probably long since buried in her family history and will never be uncovered. What kind of life would she have had in order to really fly off the rails like that. Only after reading Coe’s story does suicide fit. Before that, it was a mystery. Now we know just how messed up the poor girl was. Now the focus must be on Blake – how could he have been so wrapped up in her that he threw away everything else in his life.

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“Juliet Wills it So”

by sashastone on July 30, 2007

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For Theresa Duncan, in her style, gone too soon.

VANISHED
Emily Dickinson

She died, — this was the way she died;
And when her breath was done,
Took up her simple wardrobe
And started for the sun.

Her little figure at the gate
The angels must have spied,
Since I could never find her
Upon the mortal side.

What Happens when a Blogger Disappears?

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A Crazy Mind at Work

by sashastone July 28, 2007 Jeremy Blake and Theresa Duncan

In looking for further info on Theresa Duncan, I came upon this post, courtesy of LA Observed, that is indeed uncharacteristic and could be a clue as to what was going on in her mind in the months leading up to her death.

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Suicide Brings Traffic

by sashastone July 28, 2007 Jeremy Blake and Theresa Duncan

One more thing on the Wit of the Staircase, you can see by this traffic graph that things were slow on the blog but took a great forwards after news of her death.

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I Went to Leave a Comment but Comments are Moderated

by sashastone July 28, 2007 Jeremy Blake and Theresa Duncan

The recent double suicide of Theresa Duncan and Jeremy Blake has probably given them more fame on the web and in print than they otherwise would have had. I have no patience for suicide, I must say. Life is too short to begin with. Nonetheless, there is an urge, a tug inside that says if only I’d known sooner. I didn’t even know them, of course, but many did. This LA Times story tells the whole ugly tale. There was supposedly a paranoia about Scientology (which, on its face, smacks either of paranoid schizophrenia or drugs or both). There was a bond of love between them. He was more successful than she. But still, she killed herself and he walked into the water and never came back out. Why? WHY? So I went to her blog, which still exists as it did on the day she departed. The last post [...]

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