of no fixed subtitle
August 28, 2004
Death Mask Gallery.
Death masks of the
and (eek!) own of our
19 years ago
Argh! Now I shall have nightmares about being chased by a two-headed Frederick the Great zombie. As it happens, the current issue of 'Philosophy Now' carries an
(my scan) for copies of the death mask of Nietzsche. Why anyone would want such a thing is unfathomable, but the point is - it looks sort of like Nietzsche, but
... What's going on?
Mary Queen of Scots was hot!
Spooky and fascinating.
Oh, great. Now I'm going to have nightmares about
is really interesting but, um, I guess
have trouble looking their best when dead.
Found I had to see them all. Wish there had been a bit of information about who and how the casts were made. Fine post,
This is very creepy, but
was quite attractive as well.
More information would definately be nice. Great find, Jerry Garcia. The
one was kind of creepy. And I don't think that
would be very happy about this.
And ditto what jb said about Robespierre.
I'm going to have nightmares.
Yes, I found the dearth of information frustrating. It was interesting to have to click on the thumbnail to see who it was, though. Many surprises. I'd never seen
. Gave me shivers and brought tears to my eyes.
And Plegmund - Yes, I wonder how much revisionist reshaping is done by sculptors. As spackle pointed out, Voltaire could have done with a post-mortem makeover!
...and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath...
Thanatos.net also has
, a death photography archive.
The death masks does not sadden me - most of old men who have lived full, often remarkable lives. But the photographs are mostly of children and babies, whose picture seems to have been taken because they died so soon or suddenly that there was no other photo of them. It has the sense of lives snuffed out before they have been lived.
Roman death mask explanation, and the
of Napoleon's deathmask.
Yes, bees... Peace, peace!
is not dead, he doth not sleep— He hath awakened from the dream of life— ’Tis we, who lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance, strike with our spirit’s knife Invulnerable nothings.—
decay Like corpses in a charnel; fear and grief Convulse us and consume us day by day, And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay.
, thanks for supplying information to go with those masks.
Bah! Had years of Latin and they never taught us anything about Roman death masks! /victim of deficient education
Best. Post. Ever.
, but oh! woe! poor Shelley is not here! Not even his scorched heart which was all his dear wife had to remember him by! *gropes blindly for handkerchief* >dogs begin howling, too<
All that was, seemed as if it had been not; And all the gazer’s mind was strewn beneath Her feet like embers; and she, thought by thought, Trampled its sparks into the dust of death.
*lifts glass of cock-punch*
Souls of poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern? Have ye tippled drink more fine Than mine host's canary wine?
sorry, didn't reflect that might sound odd to monkeys who've joined recently, I've grown so
debased by long use
used to it.
Cock-punch is a joke
, rather venerable joke by now.
Somehow I had missed the information that Keats was a mere 26 years old when he passed. Wow....what might have been? I refuse to go any further with the photo one, I cannot bear to look at dead babies/children. Banana's to Jerry Garcia on this one.
Great post. Instant bookmark.
*extends hand with handkerchief to
* A trifle damp, but still serviceable.
*thankfully accepts hanky/sniffles*
I saw Guiseppi Verdi's death mask at the La Scala Museum in Milan, but I'm really not fascinated by this sort of morbid artifact. All these death masks look like they are quite smelly.
Shrunken heads of the Amazon!