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Who is this irresistible creature who has an insatiable love for the dead?
amanuensis. A rapt
grandmothers. Elephants
I longed for Mum in the most primitive way
Haven't I heard of men more dried up than he is, being brought all the way from Egypt in cases covered with pictures?" "You idiot! - those were mummies; they had been dead for ages.
Death is a mystery, and burial is a secret.
Whence we see spiders, flies, or ants entombed and preserved forever in amber, a more than royal tomb.
He smelled of moon swamps and old Egyptian bandages. He was something found in museums, wrapped in nicotine linens, sealed in glass. But he was alive, puling like a babe, and shriveling unto death, fast, very fast, before their eyes.
Who is the monster now?
I've been buried alive!
I wanted to make a human monster. His name is Coffin Baby. The idea is based on a group of people from Pasadena whose names I can't mention. His mother died and during the funeral, this baby came out of her in the coffin.
You're going to the cemetery with your toothbrush. How Egyptian
I mean, it was a mummy movie. It was a good film independent of its source. It that looks like Lawrence of Arabia on steroids in a lot of ways.
Full circle from the tomb of the womb to the womb of the tomb we come, an ambiguous, enigmatical incursion into a world of solid matter that is soon to melt from us like the substance of a dream.
Alone and rejected, Mummy Boy wept,
then went to the cabinet
where the snack food was kept.
Something had been buried that was not yet dead.
Mummies unraveled
and put on new wraps.
Spiders found corners
and spun silky traps.
Count Dracula grinned
and slicked back his hair.
Frankenstein's bride cried,
"I've nothing to wear!
Mama, don't forget to put a little monument on my tomb when I'm dead
The mother who lay in the grave, was the mother of my infancy; the little creature in her arms, was myself, as I had once been, hushed for ever on her bosom.
Never touch a mummified body part if you don't know where it's been. That's my motto." [- Lockwood]
"Holds true with unmummified ones too," George said. "That's the motto I live by.
Who embalms the Undertaker when he dies?
British. My mother
Do you know where most skeletons come from?"
"When a mommy skeleton loves a daddy skeleton very much...
An element of the burial custom which today seems particularly macabre was the possibility of being buried with a companion, a male or female follower, presumably usually a slave, killed for the burial.
Oh, Mrs. Churchill, do come over, someone has killed father.
There is nothing more dignified than a corpse.
Private Zombie, did your mother have any children that lived?"
"Sir! Yes, sir!"
"I bet when you were born she took one look at you and tried to shove you back in!
Mummy always wanted the five children, and she knew she couldn't look after them all because she was this absolutely glorious woman who loved going to parties and going to the races, and she just didn't have time.
A Zombie. Okay. Whew. All right.
sunken to that of an old woman in the harsh disguise
The body is a museum for memories. I am the Smithsonian.
The tomb of ancient Egyptian Great Chief of the Oryx, Baqet III (2500 B.C.)
Egypt tasted as Eleanor remembered: gritty, dry, and full of a hundred thousand secrets. She licked her lips and peered down the long corridor before her. A shadow moved across the ancient tomb walls.
I just got done digging a hole shaped like a human body. But I have no idea what to bury. I'll probably hide all my love for you, like I would with any other treasure.
Mama's still alive today.
Even when I'm dead, I'll swim through the Earth,
like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones.
You must know that I am made of death, from head to foot, and it is a corpse who loves you and adores you and will never, never leave you!
Their parents buried empty coffins
Royalty is a fine burial shroud.
APOTHECARY, n. The physician's accomplice, undertaker's benefactor and grave worm's provider
Bloody Egyptian gods in their bloody revealing swimwear.
Gaunt immortality in black and gold,
Wreathed consoler hideous to behold.
The beautiful lie of a mother's womb,
The pious trick - for it is the tomb!
mother's Diana-like
Mother's tits, Rhys,
The sorrow that lay cold in her mother's heart ... converted it into a tomb.
There is no more foul or relentless enemy of man in the occult world than this dead-alive creature spewed up from the grave.
SARCOPHAGUS, n. Among the Greeks a coffin which being made of a certain kind of carnivorous stone, had the peculiar property of devouring the body placed in it.
What is man but a little soul holding up a corpse?
Why are they burying daddy? Mummy? Mummy! Make 'em stop! Daddy can't go to work like this!
Either an ancient cursed Egyptian mummy has come back to life and is trying to kill the people next door, or they're watching a movie.
There are skeletons in this earth.
The rich pearl of life, Soon moulders in its blackened urn, the tomb.
Mums the Word [10w]
Chrysanthemum died to atone for our sins in the garden.
The little corpse like a less lucky Moses all wrapped up in palm frond, in
Unless you've touched a corpse before, you can't comprehend the visceral wrongness of inert flesh wrapped around an inanimate object that wears your mother's face.
The Babies we were are buried, and their shadows are plodding on.
A weathered skeleton
in windy fields of memory,
piercing like a knife.
Madonna created a monster that sucks up souls.
Mummy always had French maids, and Daddy always chased them. It kept their marriage happy.
I abide in a goodly Museum, Frequented by sages profound: 'Tis a kind of strange mausoleum, Where the beasts that have vanished abound. There's a bird of the ages Triassic, With his antediluvian beak, And many a reptile Jurassic, And many a monster antique.
I found in one of the tombs an inscription saying, 'If you touch my tomb, you will be eaten by a crocodile and hippopotamus.' It doesn't mean the hippo will eat you, it means the person really wanted his tomb to be protected.
Because of some defect in my motor skill, I can never COMPLETELY wrap [gifts] ... If I had been an ancient Egyptian in the field of mummies, the lower half of the Pharaoh's body would be covered only by scotch tape.
I am nothing but a corpse now, a body at the bottom of a well.
She has a human face and as far as the groin she is a girl with lovely breasts, but below she is a monstrous sea creature, her womb 430 full of wolves,
The Mum has the temper of a demon with a diaper rash. (Shamus)
Somewhere in the land, a monster lurked.
As a boy I used to go to the Chamber of Horrors at the annual fair, to look at the wax figures of Emperors and Kings, of heroes and murderers of the day. The dead now had that same unreality, which shocks without arousing pity.
The cemetery of the victims of human cruelty in our century is extended to include yet another vast cemetery, that of the unborn.
You want to know how Egyptians pulled the brains out of mummies. or built the pyramids, or cursed King Tut's tomb? My dad's your man.
My body is not a tomb for animals.
We usually say of ancient persons, that they have already one foot in the grave, and the rest of their life is nothing else but the bringing of these feet together.
THE BOY WHO LIVED M
resplendent chambers of a true king's tomb.
Before me floats an image, man or shade,
Shade more than man, more image than a shade;
For Hades' bobbin bound in mummy-cloth
May unwind the winding path;
A mouth that has no moisture and no breath
Breathless mouths may summon;
("Byzantium")
Like rings in a large tree trunk that had been logged and exposed, every year of her life was visible in the wrinkles that lined her face, neck and arms. She was a living, breathing fossil.
Don't tell Mummy,' he said, giving me a slight shake. 'This is our secret, Antoinette, do you hear me?
I am a cemetery abhorred by the moon, In which long worms crawl like remorse.
My body is not a tomb for other creatures.
motherless mothers with their skinless mysteries.
MR. GEORGE MOTHER MARGARET
I wonder what goes on night and day beneath the surface of a cemetery.
tumbril on his way to the Guillotine.
Whoever this man was, he seemed to have less life than anyone in the cemetery. Above or below ground.
Who was that fatman buried in your place? Just another imitator, plastic surgeons did his face.
The Great and Terrible Humbug,
- all I can say of the matter, is - That he has either a pumkin for his head - or a pippin for his heart, - and whenever he is dissected 'twill be found so.
The gloaming that closed over us the cemetery had crawled inside his skin.
A wandering corpse, a bundle of mindless functions,
Your coffin reached the monstrous hole. And a part of me went down into the muddy earth with you and lay down next to you and died with you.
I'm back ... and you knew I was coming. On my way here I passed a cinema with the sign 'The Mummy Returns'.
I merely crawl still farther under the coffin, it shall protect me, though Death himself lies in it. Before
A mother's body remembers her babies-the folds of soft flesh, the softly furred scalp against her nose. Each child has it's own entreaties to body and soul.
Uncle Henry can call cremation pagan if he wants to, but this open-coffin shit is the real pagan rite. She doesn't look like my mother, she looks like a stuffed rabbit.
The ideal historian goes to the mouth of the tomb, cries: "Lazarus, come forth!" and sets him that was dead for ages, blinking and passionate, in the sun.
In becoming archaeologists of the world of our mothers, we are trying to retrieve the female past and to invent a future.
Analysis of soil, grave goods and skeletons has been key to our understanding of archaeology and the migration of peoples, as well as their daily lives. But in mainstream history, we tend to stick to documents.
Hey, Dad, can I borrow the severed head of Medusa tonight? I'm going out with my friends. Okay, honey, just bring it back by midnight, and don't petrify anyone.
Each man carries the vestiges of his birth; the slime and eggshells of his primeval past with him to the end of his days. Some never become human, remaining frog, lizard, ant. Some are human above the waist, fish below.
One thing I learned is that it's never OK to walk through a cemetery dressed as a mummy - even if that was a shortcut on the way to the costume party.
Womb? ... I mean ... does your lineage