rasec-wizzlbang:

respectable-loonitic:

rasec-wizzlbang:

captain-crayon:

rasec-wizzlbang:

can I legally have my body divided into fifths upon my death and be buried in five separate cemeteries

That just made me think of something. If you have multiple personalities and they all wanted to be buried in seperate cemeteries wyd??? Would the body be split up or would ppl go against their wishes and bury them in one cemetery???

thats not why I’m doing this but thats an interesting question too

W h yĀ  Ā a r eĀ  Ā  y o uĀ  Ā  d o i n gĀ  Ā t h i sĀ  Ā t h e n?

loreleimorningstar:

witchesveins:

teawitch:

faeriegleam:

So I went to a cemetery today. It was really nice, I love walking around cemeteries. But when I got to the back I started to feel.. uncomfortable? I got a migraine. I didn’t feel right so I walked back towards the front of the cemetery and when I left that section it’s like my migraine instantly vanished.

When visiting a cemetery, it is considered polite witchcraft to ask permission and make an offering to the gatekeeper of the cemetery. The gatekeeper is considered to be the first person laid to rest in the cemetery, so you’d look for the oldest grave. But if that’s not possible, you can also look for the tallest monument. I’ve been told it’s traditional to knock three times and leave an offering of three silver coins (or dimes). Though I have left other offerings over the years and felt welcome in the cemetery.

For some cemeteries it’s acceptable to greet them instead. A bow and a brief acknowledgement of the passing of those around you may suffice, as some places don’t have gatekeepers. Still, if having the moment to do so, meander until you find yourself at a particular grave. That’s the one you should thank and pay homage to.

And if you only felt that kind of tension in one area of the cemetary, that could be those entities saying ā€œno, not now. Please leaveā€ and that headache was your direction to wander away towards a different cluster.

csykora:

sixpenceee:

The grave of Marie Taglioni, a ballerina who pioneered the en pointe style of dance. Young dancers often leave their dancing shoes on her grave.

to some of the comments I’ve seen on this—

Marie Taglioni had a different body from other dancers. Modern ballet dancers end up with ā€˜bad backs’ because we’reĀ trying to reshape ourselves like her but we don’t talk about it.

Looking at that photo, you can see her sloped shoulders and bent-backwards posture. Her head and upper body look pretty relaxed, but if you try to draw a line down to her feet, there would have to be a deep bend in her lower back. That’s something she’s doing intentionally.

It’s unclear at this point whether Taglioni had scoliosis or some other atypical bone structure. It’s clear from portraits that she always had those rounded shoulders and when she stood naturally, the curve of her spine made her lean forward quite a bit, suggesting kyphosis. Although she came from a major ballet family, as a young woman she was repeated rejected by ballet teachers, who referred to her (apparently to her face) as ā€œthat little hunchbackā€.

Training on her own with her father, she developed a way to tuck in her lower back, raising her arms above her head, which lifted up her ribcage so she looked…kind of more like a typically-bodied person.

But it didn’t really make her look like everybody else. Apparently, the posture (and the hours a day, every day, she spent building the strength to hold it with ease) made her look eerily weightless compared to other dancers at the time. To add to the effect, she built up her calf and ankle strength until she could dance for long periods en pointe, which had previously been a very occasional stunt (which involved a lot of arm-flapping, trying to balance. Her statuesque still arms and sheer strength made it look good for the first time).

Her father choreographed the first Romantic ballets, all about faeries and ghostly maidens, to showcase her floating look. She wore knee-length skirts to showcase her gnarly calves and awesome footwork.

Ā When La Sylphide debuted in the spring of 1832, Paris was boiling up toward the June Rebellion (you know, all that in Les Mis). Her scandalous skirts and the dark, haunting sentiment of her dances spoke to the wonder and grandeur and fear Parisians were feeling as they questioned the fundamental order of their world. (She made Parisian teens feel like you feel when you listen to Les Mis.) She was a big fuckin’ hit, performing in the same Paris OpĆ©ra that had refused to enroll her as a student.

You know that most basic image of what a ā€œballerinaā€Ā is? Arms up high in that pretty frame that starts to hurt real quick and your butt tucked in and your hips all weird? That position wasn’t part of the ballet canon before Taglioni.That’s us trying to make our bodies look like what Marie Taglioni made with her body because people were assholes to her.

Dancers started leaving shoes for her blessing, in a way asking how they can struggle to do what she made seem natural.Ā 

That’s us still telling most people they don’t have ā€œthe right body for balletā€ while we tell the few people who do that they still aren’t enough, because we want people to look perfectly aesthetically able-bodied while doing the thing thatĀ a non-normatively bodied woman created for herself.Ā 

I’m not saying able-bodied people can’t dance! But hey, maybe we should think about it before we tell anyone they have to dance or be shaped one way.

(In case you’re wondering, it’s not clear if she’s really buried at the be-shoed grave in Montmartre or if that’s her mama. So that’s one of a couple reasons we can’t figure out whether she had a particular condition.)

Sooo…about that grave in Montmartre… After some researches, I can now say that we are totally sure she is not buried here. We know this because she was primarily buried in Marseilles – and got her mother buried in Montmartre. There is still a gravestone for her in the Saint-Pierre cemetery in Marseilles – however, she is not there anymore!Ā 

So I wondered where she could be now, and, surprise, surprise, she’s in the PĆØre Lachaise! Apparently her grandson moved everyone there at some point… That’s so interesting, if I get time I’ll go take pictures of both the Montmartre memorial and the actual family grave in the PĆØre Lachaise… Meanwhile, you can have a look at them on this link, which also recaps about everything I said above but in French…

https://www.landrucimetieres.fr/spip/spip.php?article84

So if you got a little dancer in your family/friends/acquaintances, please show them the right grave! It would be so nice to see more ballet shoes on it…