Artifact by Richard Hell

Author:Richard Hell [Hell, Richard]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-11-23T16:00:00+00:00

Dec 30

I’m back in NY. To continue the fucking tragedy of R & L—so when she called a day or so after incident of Dec. 16 I tell her that I meant what I’d written in the summer and that I didn’t want to see her unless she was her own (my) person for at least 24 hours and not to call me until she was at least that available, bye. Two days later she calls pleading to talk so I take her to dinner the night before I’m splitting for VA. She says she must be with me on whatever terms I demand.

So I toid her call me up when I returned Xmas and we’ll go spend a perfect night in a nice (color TV) hotel. She thot that was fine and she couldn’t wait till I got back. Now I’m just back and that’s where we stand for whatever it’s worth.

I remember the night we met. She was here with Michel checking out the famous new New York scene for his magazine “Rock News.” She was 17, I was 24. It was instantaneous, across the dark, loud, smoky, neon-lit court of CBGB’s. Like the sound clicked out and pin-spots lit us. She came home with me that night, and though she resisted in a modest graceful way as we lay in bed, it was one of those times when the understanding ran so deep, when the unknown and unspeakable things in us corresponded in a way that made conscious resistance the most trivial formality, so that the entire evening took place on another plane, like wc were mythical archetypes (she the moody ravishing willful vagabond sex-kitten outlaw and me the brooding prodigal young junky poet pop-star alien), moved purely by destiny. She couldn’t really speak (the white doe with antlers she inspired) English. She had on skin-tight shiny black leather trousers, this voluminous, cufflinked, starched and sparkling-clean men’s white dress-shirt, and the lushest extravagant pouring fountain of mane in which I’ve ever placed my face. (I remember I lost a few of them in there somewhere). 1 knew from the beginning it was permanent. I hoped I deserved it but I knew it was meant for me. I remember that transcendent feeling of mild but boundless sadness accompanied by a precision of action, elation within a resigned strictness, that came from knowing how delicate and dangerous such a feeling is, but savoring it. She’d walked out of my own imagination, and I’d done the same for her. It was actually like being visited by an angel—that feeling you get every once in a while that mysteries are revealed—that this is what it was all leading up to. But we were real and knew what was happening. From the very beginning, nothing was held back.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.