Come on in...
Walk the marble malls
The monuments to those who fall
And it's a pocket less than narco shell-bit
Stiff the crypt and the others are rough
And the hood's so rad
And i'm fucking glad
Glad to see that, know what it means
The Pine Hill Cemetery at Night: I'm from Pine Hill NY, and something about this town has always given off this "Goosebumps Book" vibe. Including this cemetery which....
A. Has a tendency to stay pitch black even in broad daylight...
B. Has these strange, slow moving red orbs that a friend and I saw one night while we were walking his Dog.
18x24 Acrylics and Water, no Absinthe.
🤍 #Snowdrops & Cemetries
I have always had a fascination with graveyards, which has been a difficult interest to share with other people in my life. I’ve never looked at them in the way that most my friends have. I remember one day, my friend Hannah on her way to pick me up, phoned saying ‘Where are you?’. I told her I was at the cemetery and the car full of people thought that was an odd place to be - or rather, a morbid place to be. But I find them peaceful. I find them beautiful; They are normally strewn with wild flowers, or meadows, and harbour an abundance of wildlife, especially in the countryside, by an old church. They are also full of centuries upon centuries of stories - more hidden history than we can even begin to imagine. Who are each individual person buried there? Who mourned them? Who loved them when they came into the world on that date, etched into stone and time? Who was the last person to tend that over grown place with the weathered, crumbling headstone? What does it read..? If you trace your fingers over the numbers, you might work out the date.. or the family name that has gone on for generations in the same town. Why did they die so young? How did that person there live so long? They were born the year of Victoria’s coronation, I wonder if that’s why she was called ‘Victoria’? And so on... for a writer - especially one who is in love with history - a cemetery can be almost overwhelming with questions, story inspiration and character ideas. A few weeks ago, when walking on my own and passing the local cemetery, I sat on a decaying bench beneath a tree beginning to bud, in company of birdsong... and come up with a poem within minutes. There’s so much more to a cemetery than a place where lots of skeletons are! I could go on and on and on.. but instead I’ll leave these pictures of The Holy Ghost cemetery in #Basingstoke , where one of its best [known] stories is about Mrs Blunden, who was allegedly buried alive.. not once, but twice.
Sculptor Agostino Allegro created this tomb for Vincenzo Gianello around 1883, when he was 37 years old; Allegro only lived another 7 years, to the age of 43; what works he could have left for us if he had lived longer!
Being an ex goth and a fan of pre-raphaelite art and poetry, I have always thought of graveyards as contemplation spots; I have never seen them as morbid places.
Let me be clear: I am not into death, I am now learning to live again and I couldn’t be more grateful for what I consider a gift; I nonetheless like reading epithaps, spotting tombstones, and discovering historical burial sites.
Scenic graveyards and memorials seem preserving the memory of common and uncommon lives, famous and not so famous people more #prettylittletrips