RIP Theresa Duncan
Possible news of Theresa Duncan
Is this true? The deeply disturbing and shocking news of Theresa Duncan’s suicide report came from Tyler Green this morning.
Theresa and I have exchanged emails in the past and her blog (The Wit of the Staircase) has been parked on my sidebar menu for more than a few years.
A Damn Song 
Listening to each other’s hearts - Sept. 27, 2005
Hearing Jeremy’s heart like this was amazing, like staring through a telescope at a vast and previously undiscovered world. The beats sounded so powerful, and yet so temporary. We are just another damn song….
Theresa had a unique visual sensitivity, and would frequently point out stunning juxtapositions of images. (via)
Did she imagine the harrassment from these individuals?
While this ongoing illegal harassment of Wit using Federal employees (or their “cut-out” counterparts) and Federal funding (your Homeland Security tax dollars at work!) is meant to deprive us of work and our livelihoods and even sanity, the harassment also has a curious sexual focus on Wit that mirrors this J. Edgar Hoover campaign against Black Panther organizer and actress Jean Seberg. From a post by Theresa on May 13,2007
Nothing in the Times would even suggest, naturally, that Theresa Duncan had been, or felt she had been, and testified to having been, testified that she had been harassed and intimidated by a dangerous and very powerful man who was conscienceless. There’s nothing to suggest anything other than the superficial story as delivered in the news available - she left a note, he left a note, they’re gone.
But in loyalty to what she was and did here, in this big after-school hang-out where we knew each other as similar creatures, it needs to be brought forward.
She was funny and cute and harsh and intimidating in a big-city way. Now she’s gone. Two Artists Missing - Dirty Beloved.
Wit Talks Art, War and Religion With Activist Father Frank Morales on May 31, 2007
From a post:The Ultimate Trip: Where Will You Go When You Die? Sunday Feb 11, 2007
Wit’s dissolving mind will no doubt invent a library, or a scenteur’s organ–the vast collection of reference scents used in the perfumer’s craft, arranged upward in tiers like an orchestra.