“Your picture ain’t enough I can’t wait to touch you” - a portrait of the ultimate punk goddess Debbie Harry
I sit transfixed by a hole in your T-shirt -
I’ve said much too much and they’re trying to sweep up.
Little Edie: I missed out on everything. I missed out on the reunion of my graduating class in Farmington because that was the ball where Jack Kennedy campaigned to get in - and I was stuck here with Mother, the cats, the house and T. Logan and I couldn’t go.
Edie: No you said…. You said you didn’t want them to know how old you were, you said. ‘I didn’t want them to know my age.’ says Edie.
LE: No - I would have enjoyed that, Mother, because Jack Kennedy campaigned to get in and won.
E: Get into Farmington School, that’d be good place for him.
LE: I don’t know, I think it would’ve been a lot of fun.
E: Yeah, everything’s good that you didn’t do! At the time, you didn’t want it.
LE: I couldn’t get away.
E: Well, you… That’s the choice. You can’t go back and say ‘Feel gorgeous right now’/
LE: /I couldn’t leave… I couldn’t leave…
E: …and say, ‘Oh, why didn’t I do this?’… because you didn’t feel then the way you do now. Everybody thinks and feels differently as the years go by. Don’t they?
E: Yeah. (PAUSE) What time is it chickens?
It’s all right if you love me,
It’s all right if you don’t,
I’m not afraid of you running away honey,
I get the feeling you won’t.
—-I didn’t know you here.
I want you to clean under the fridge.
—-I don’t feel well.
Is that because you swallowed too much of my husband’s semen?
And there they were, lying in wait.
Expectation in the dimness.
Something in there was doing a steady throb, pulsing like the inside of a body part - all crimson and purple
I felt pulled through those black lines into some mysterious place in the universe.