DIG IF YOU WILL THE PICTURE
Writers reflect on Prince in a super-star’s send-off, a backstage pass to our most private moments of praise, celebration and deep, indelible loss.
BY TAMEKA CAGE CONLEY
i remember. not wearing sexy panties. then wearing sexy panties. cuz i was grown.
BY ABBY REED MEYER
"What's this song about anyway?" I ask. I know I'm being a little naughty. But the question’s genuine; I don’t know.
BY NICHOLAS WARD
Dig, if you will, this picture: me, as a teenage boy standing in front of my suburban classmates, who wear glazed-over expressions of bewilderment and don’t know whether to laugh with me or at me.
BY HEATHER MCCLEAN
It’s my mother coming home with the Purple Rain album and learning exactly where to place the needle on the record to hear "When Doves Cry."
BY VINCENT GOMEZ, AGE 12
We rode in his little red Corvette,
while seeing the most beautiful girl in the world.
BY TONY MANCUS
“The Ballad of Dorothy Parker” comes on as I’m scrubbing and the lines “took another bubble bath | with my pants on | all the fighting stopped | next time I’ll do it sooner” ring through the tiny kitchen, erasing the image of my parents, their respective houses.
BY KHADIJAH QUEEN
Prince called me up onstage at the Pontiac Silverdome
BY WILLIAM BRADLEY
I had been told to expect about a month-long hospital stay for my autologous bone marrow transplant to treat my recurring Hodgkin’s Disease.
BY AMORAK HUEY
So we listen to Purple Rain and try to remember what it felt like to be 14 and plugging cassettes into our jam boxes to brace ourselves for a decade spent pretending to be a human being.
BY KATHY CURTO
“When Doves Cry” is on my new Walkman and I’m spooked because I’ve already played it seven times over and over and am now pressing Play for the eighth time which makes me think that I might be going crazy.
BY W. TODD KANEKO
Tonight the radio knows how it feels / to be turned on and tuned in to the right / frequencies.
BY ALLISON JOSEPH
What's this strange relationship / between your sugar walls and mine
BY BJ LOVE
Can we just go to a movie / and cry together? Can this be / how we finally see eye to eye?
BY JAMES TATE HILL
Once upon a time I wrote a novel about Prince.
BY MATTHEW LIPPMAN
I tried to imagine myself on the other side of Prince but couldn’t do it.
A PANEL DISCUSSION ABOUT PRINCE
"He is a legend. A true artist. And his death is so stunning because he seemed unearthly."
BY GABRIELLE FREEMAN
When you’re 13 & U wake up with a body like / that / your head don’t know / but your body does.
BY ALIA VOLZ
Being so small and powerless, not even knowing what it was I wanted, just wanting, wanting.
Then I heard him.
BY SHEILA SQUILLANTE
Apparently he was a vegetarian. Still, I feel like Prince would dig the picture of two young girls (or maybe middle-aged women) using their hands to grab hard and sure at something they wanted. Something hot and ready, delectable and sustaining.