of no fixed subtitle
March 13, 2006
The Ossuary in Sedlec
Decide for yourself if the subtitle Where Human Bones Become Art is justified.
The Ossuary itself is in Czekoslavakia; more information about it is offered
16 years ago
OOOOoooooooh! The ultimate "Vanitas!"
Wow. I . . . Uh . . that's - those are . . . the bones . . ummm Wow. It . . . Okay, like the monks take the bones - and then, they . . they clean the bones (i guess) . . and . . glue err or cement . . wow.
I've been there, it's quite nice.
Banana-shaped femur for you, sir. I'd really like to see that in person.
Well, you're coming our way soon, hmmm?
That is so goth!
oh-my-goth Becky, look at her bones!
Well, you're coming our way soon, hmmm?
This autumn, one hopes. We're still torn between European luxury and third-world assistance. Wine, beer and really old stuff vs. building stuff in Latin America. Decadence vs. Conscience. Prosecco vs. bottled water. Wish to hell we had the money and time to do both. This is our last shot at a foreign vacation before we have kids, so we're really mulling it over. Our decision may well depend on missustool's physical condition at the time, so if you want a meetup, pray for neck pain. Nah, don't pray for neck pain. She's nice.
hey you didn't specify
still torn between European luxury and third-world assistance
Hmm. You are a very moral fellow, MCT, and it would be churlish of me to try to influence your decision merely because I (and other London Monkeys) want to meet you. However, let me just say that a young couple should see Paris before they die; and I believe that while you are there sending money to Burkina Faso is surprisingly easy. So come to Europe, and I promise I'll be the biggest pain in the neck your poor wife ever met ;)
I have forwarded your comments on to my lovely wife, and I will bribe her conscience further this evening by installing a shiny new toilet in our bathroom. Now, back to Stuff Made From Dead Guys.
Hang on, MCT - did you stop to think where they got all those bones? Consider that carefully before rushing off to there . . .
Heeeeeeeeeeee. I love quid. Here's a compromise idea. We go to Europe in the fall, then next spring maybe you can go on the church's Guatemala mission trip?
I, too, have been there. Nothing quite matches the feeling of walking down stairs into a room decorated with the remains of 10,000 human beings. I don't think they should have pictures though. There's no way that they could do it justice.
My neck hurts, can I go to Europe?
Does getting spanked count?
It'd be kewl.
You can always take the kids with you to build in Guatemala. Good for the little buggers, teaches character. But Europe would be wasted on the blighters.
missust made precisely that point.
Splendid link, bees! My inner Goth yearns for
one of these
to hang in the hallway... And mct, I assume you're passing through Florence on your European trip? Right? Right? *lures mct and missus hither with offers of guided tours and red wine*
Just don't look at the kitchen!
I like to think that my bones are already art, the way they're so cleverly jointed together and can dance and type and things. However, once I'm not using them any more, I'd be OK with other people using them for things like this. Though, not being a Christian, I might have to look into other sorts of bone art. Maybe I could will my skull to the RSC?
One word: Scrimshaws.
One of my favorite sites that I first encountered on The Site That Must Not Be Named. But I'm glad Bees shared it with the Monkeys. Absolutely EVERYONE should see this, and I'm now going to post the link to my friends* that don't read the Real Filter. *Hey! I do too gots friends!
Hmm. Red wine, you say? Hmm.
, you seem to assume I must have got this from Metafilter, which is not the case. I stumbled on it months ago when investigating railway schedules in Czechoslavakia. What has Metafilter done to provoke you? i.e. "The Filter That Must Not Be Named" and "the Real Filter". Are ye trying to start a fight with those folk or what's going on? /bee-fuddled and bee-wildered
Quoth missustool: Heeeeeeeeeeee. I love quid.
What a sensible lady wife you have, middleclass! Really, I must compliment you on your association with a woman of such good breeding, sharp intelligence and powerful javlin-throw.
Wait till you see her tits.
Oh, she keeps birds too? What a gal!
Sir bees, while some of us acknowledge and routinely pilfer from the blue, there are those uppity renegades amongst us who shun all association and routinely disavow bluish knowledge. I think GramMa was being tongue-in-cheek in reference to the latter. Of course, she may just have been high as a kite.
Quit trying to soften it, petebest, this is obviously an act of unmitigated and unprovoked agression on the part of MeFi. Who knew that GramMa would turn so readily to the other side? We must steel ourselves for battle, friends. The invasion begins at dawn.
I've already snuck my way in and
Dear Leader, General Nicky-D.
, confusing since it seemed to come out of the blue, as it were.
But I must be one of those uppity renegades, I guess, since the only forumy blog I go to is this one. I can't imagine how folk cope with more than one -- heck, I can't keep track of what gets posted here half the time.
Invasion? Dawn? Yikes! *puts colander on her head, grabs a garbage-can lid for a shield and a plunger to fight 'em off with* Ready for action!
P.S. Them bones is awesome!
NO NO NO NO NO! *enters wailing and tossing ashes over her head* My sweet and stinging Bees, I wasn't saying that you got it from the Other Filter, I was trying to say I personally saw it there first. I wasn't assuming anything about where you got it!! While I'm not a paid poster on that other filter, I lurk on a regular basis. I only refer to it as "The Filter That Must Not Be Named" because it seems to provoke Monkey screeches and poo flinging whenever the subject comes up. The only "Real Filter" is our MonkeyFilter!--because we share the MonkeyLove. I have friends that don't read MonkeyFilter*, and I posted your link to them. *I don't understand why, they love the links I share. Mr. P. Best nailed it--I was being tongue-in-cheek, high as a kite, and obviously fumble fingered. *exits with quivering lower lip, bee-reft and bee-draggled
*consoles GramMa, eyes room for stash location* But really though - what must it have been like to be in the room when the first monk said "Okay, we're going to build things out of Joey's bones" or something to that effect? I get the idea it maybe was a rockin frat party of sorts where they all agreed to be built into things. Whoooo! YeAH! Life, and like that there.
, I apologize if I was stinging, that was certainly not what I thought I was doing. I tried to go directly to the point with you, seeking clarity, because I found it difficult to believe you were attacking TFTMNBN, and because you always impress me as one who speaks very directly. I apologize for causing you unwarranted distress, and hope you will forgive me for being obtuse.
Conclusion: Another illustration of how damn confusing trying to communicate this way can bee.
Now kiss and make up! KISS!!!
I think it may have been more like: "Jeez, FAther Abbott. You know how many dead bodies we gots down in the catacombs? They're piled up like cordwood. And every time it follds the bones get all jumbled up. If we're gonna keep the basement full of rotting corpses, we might as well make 'em look pretty. Maybe build something useful out of 'em, like a bathtub or a drawbridges...disrespectful, yuu say? OK, OK, lemme think...maybe a nice coat of arms, a couple tasteful chandeliers? No, Brother Cletus, you cannot use them two skulls for fake boobies!"
So no invasion? *wipes purple paint from face and crawls out from behind a barricade made of purty old bones*
**accepts Bees' touching apology and gentlemanly explaination with a tremulous smile, dabs eyes, and honks into a lacy hankie in a lady-like fashion**
Repatriation must be a bitch.
BEWARE BEWARE ISEE YOUR BOWNES ISEE THEM BECOMING ART ISEE A HIVE OF HONEYBEES MAKING HOME IN SIDE YOU... /sybil
Film of the Ossuary by Svankmajer
When I look at the front page I see no comments for this thread, even when I click on the link for comments, see none. But if I click on the link in the sidebar for this this thread I see all your comments. Is anyone else seeing this or is it just me?
Nevermind it is just me. Losing my mind. Yeah thats it, am losing my mind.
No, it's my fault. This thread is an older one. After I posted my above comment/link I thought that the video deserved FPP consideration, being, as it is, masterful and strange in its own right. However, I blundered and made the title too similar to the older thread, and undoubtedly this confusion will continue for some time.
*hands petebest a tissue*
*hands petebest a whole bunch of tissues in a box made out of fingerbones*
Monkeyfilter: The only "Real Filter"
I ruined Monkeyfilter. Sorry everyone.
man, and i was just about to get some.