I just think it's lovely though. The idea that even your tombstone goes with you in the end.
I once sat with the dead in the graveyard and spoke to those graves that hadn't been visited in decades. My boyfriend at the time said that was so 'me' to do that...but I thought it was the most natural thing in the world. We forget too quickly.
The snowstorm that soon settles. The confetti of life. The Rosebud sleigh.
There are no systems in death. The ceaseless labour of our lives is to reach there and build the wall of it around ourselves.
Beautiful chalk and a signature tomb. I like these images very much. Stones on Proust - pebbles.
Rosebud ... Rosebud ... It would have been something Genet would have delighted in - a tombstone designed to wash away with the first rainstorm. He also, though, fully expected his gravesite to become a place of pilgrimage.
Proust's grave - the pebbles and all ... so much more moving than the desecrations carried out on Wilde's and Morrison's. Have ticked off Proust from my little checklist - Joyces's, of course, remains - in Zurich, Celine's in Medoun, Genet's in Larache and Burroughs' (St Louis, is it?) ... call me a ghoul.
As I was leaving Pere Lachaise, an American gentleman (he was wearing a cowboy hat) asked me, in excruciating French, where Jim Morrison's grave was. After I pointed him in roughly the right direction, he congratulated me on my excellent English.
9 Comments:
A chalk tombstone?
There's something about transience in that, but I can't be arsed to play with it.
Transience...yes....we all end in dust don't we?
I just think it's lovely though. The idea that even your tombstone goes with you in the end.
I once sat with the dead in the graveyard and spoke to those graves that hadn't been visited in decades. My boyfriend at the time said that was so 'me' to do that...but I thought it was the most natural thing in the world. We forget too quickly.
The snowstorm that soon settles. The confetti of life.
The Rosebud sleigh.
There are no systems in death. The ceaseless labour of our lives is to reach there and build the wall of it around ourselves.
Beautiful chalk and a signature tomb. I like these images very much. Stones on Proust - pebbles.
Rosebud ... Rosebud ...
It would have been something Genet would have delighted in - a tombstone designed to wash away with the first rainstorm.
He also, though, fully expected his gravesite to become a place of pilgrimage.
Proust's grave - the pebbles and all ... so much more moving than the desecrations carried out on Wilde's and Morrison's.
Have ticked off Proust from my little checklist - Joyces's, of course, remains - in Zurich, Celine's in Medoun, Genet's in Larache and Burroughs' (St Louis, is it?) ... call me a ghoul.
As I was leaving Pere Lachaise, an American gentleman (he was wearing a cowboy hat) asked me, in excruciating French, where Jim Morrison's grave was. After I pointed him in roughly the right direction, he congratulated me on my excellent English.
Have you closed down for the summer, btw?
yeah.... i wonder where St Anthony goes for his holidays?
This year I be mostly holidaying at home in smelly ol' South East London. The glamorous life, eh?
for another phot of the grave, and a mao, go to http://www.panoramio.com/photo/7000395
for another photo of the grave of jean genet, and a map, go to http://www.panoramio.com/photo/7000395
hi, malignfiesta.blogspot.com!
[url=http://viagradef.fora.pl/] viagra [/url] [url=http://viagradee.fora.pl/] viagra kaufen online[/url] [url=http://cialisdea.fora.pl/] cialis kaufen [/url] [url=http://cialisdeb.fora.pl/] cialis bestellen online[/url] [url=http://cialisdec.fora.pl/] cialis kaufen online[/url] [url=http://cialisded.fora.pl/] cialis kaufen online[/url]
Post a Comment
<< Home