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MISSY JAMES
February 11th, 2014 by Clark Humphrey

Trying to find words is hard for me, a lot of the time. Today, it’s even harder.

Missy James was a longtime figure in Seattle’s underground literary, pottery, and music circles, and a mainstay of the tight-knit bohemian scene in Seattle’s remote South Park neighborhood. Her “artist’s product” business Fossil Fire, in which she made ceramics that looked just like fine chocolates, has been on the “Friends of MISCmedia” column on this page since ’09.

I’d first met her, bizarrely enough, through a national email list of fans of the author David Foster Wallace. I first met her in person at a local meetup of some of that group’s members. We quickly became good friends, as did most people who met her.

She was a major force in South Park’s art/music/party scene, a “world unto its own” the likes of which Seattle otherwise doesn’t have anymore. She was an occasional guest voice with drag-rocker Gnarlene Hall. She helped organize regular street and yard parties. She was a hockey fan, a cat lover, and a voice against injustice and stupidity.

But mostly she was a Presence. One of light and passion and sass.

So, when she finally learned she’d had a long undiagnosed cancer, she became furious. At the doctors who’d told her it was something else. At the world for thrusting this painful, brutal burden upon her.

But she fought back, for as long as she could (more than three years since her first surgeries), as fully as she could.

Then she went in to Overlake Hospital near Christmas. She went back in late January. She then spent several days at a hospice facility. Then her brother David, who’d flown down from Anchorage, picked her up and took her back to her home. She received visits from neighbors and friends until David announced on Facebook that she couldn’t take any more visitors for the time being.

That was last Saturday. She passed on early Tuesday morning, with a friend holding her hand all the time.

She did not go gentle into that good night. She raged, raged against the dying of the light.

May I be more like her.


3 Responses  
  • cyndi bryce writes:
    February 12th, 2014 at 12:31 pm

    i was a classmate of missy’s at vashon high school. i am sorry i didn’t stay in touch with her, but very happy to hear she had a great life albeit too short, after high school. it is easy to see she will be greatly missed. heartfelt condolences to all who loved her.
    cyndi

  • Barbara writes:
    February 14th, 2014 at 11:49 pm

    Clark, I hope you come Sunday to express these difficult sentiments. Memorials for such a complicated woman should contain more than unicorn farts.

    Even if you don’t make it over to the South Park Community Center on 2/16/14 at 3pm. I will still appreciate your affection to Missy, DFW and a well-crafted fedora.

  • NickBob writes:
    March 16th, 2014 at 12:38 pm

    Come back to us, Clark. Your readers await impatiently.


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