Jeremy Blake missing

Two Artists, One Suicide, the Other Missing

According to the NYPD Jeremy Blake, 35, swam out from Rockaway Beach into the Atlantic on Tuesday evening, after his partner Theresa Duncan committed suicide last week.

There’s danger signs everywhere. The Rockaways continue to be a site of disproportionate tragedy. The waters off New York and Long Island continue to call on our city’s artists. This summer’s play is Sarah Ruhl’s Eurydice, which (for the first time) takes the woman’s point of view on the familiar tale of the distraught Orpheus’s journey to the underworld to rescue his lost beloved.

Later today, a big enough group will gather for the Siren Festival at Coney Island, a couple of miles from the Rockaways in the direction of the tide. Among the performers this afternoon is Elvis Perkins, who may be, calling Orpheus, today’s most threnodic musician. I know it’s four days too late, but if the mythic pull of lost love was powerful enough to lure Blake into the sea, there may still be a chance the mythic power of the sirens can call him back to shore.

Jeremy Blake
Theresa Duncan
Elvis Perkins
Elvis Perkins While You Were Sleeping mp3
Romantic young dead, all boys

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One Comment

  1. Posted July 21, 2007 at 11:49 pm | Permalink | Reply

    Quick update. I’ve noticed that some other web sites are pondering whether Theresa Duncan’s blog posts (most relevantly
    http://theresalduncan.typepad.com/witostaircase/2007/05/the_trouble_wit.html) reveal a conspiracy against her involving the FBI, Dick Cheney, the Church of Scientology, and Anna Gaskell’s handlers. In short, maybe it wasn’t suicide. Now, I agree that the vast Anna Gaskell robot-power structure is over a decade in the building (see eg http://www.observer.com/node/40202) and poses a threat we may not yet be capable of comprehending, but seriously, Dick Cheney is following everybody. That’s not a joke–NSA has the data crunching ability, and they’ve all but admitted doing so many times over. We just have to live with it and move on. They’re like Google.

    I think if the clues to Duncan’s fate are to be found on her blog we have a better chance of finding them in a post from three weeks ago, “Poets Do The Darnedest Things: Shelley Was A Total Asshole.”
    http://theresalduncan.typepad.com/witostaircase/2007/07/poets-do-the-da.html
    It quotes a review on Percy Shelley’s callous attitude toward his young lovers, destroying them, even driving them to suicide. One mentioned in this blog post was Harriet Westbrook, who it seems drowned herself while pregnant with Shelley’s child. Shelley, as we all know, drowned too.

    I know the connection’s a stretch. You just gotta think outside the fourth dimension.

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