"Even if we’re married for 23 years,
I still want you to flirt with me."
A novel written by me. (via princessariel2323)
A silent protest in Love Park, downtown Philadelphia orchestrated by performance artists protesting the murder of Michael Brown in Ferguson. The onslaught of passerby’s wanting to take photos with the statue exemplifies the disconnect in American society. Simply frame out the dead body, and it doesn’t exist.
Here are some observations by one of the artists involved in the event:
I don’t know who any of these folks are.
They were tourists I presume.
But I heard most of what everything they said. A few lines in particular stood out. There’s one guy not featured in the photos. His friends were trying to get him to join the picture but he couldn’t take his eyes off the body.
"Something about this doesn’t feel right. I’m going to sit this one out, guys." "Com’on man… he’s already dead."
There were a billion little quips I heard today. Some broke my heart. Some restored my faith in humanity. There was an older white couple who wanted to take a picture under the statue.
The older gentleman: “Why do they have to always have to shove their politics down our throats.” Older woman: “They’re black kids, honey. They don’t have anything better to do.”
One woman even stepped over the body to get her picture. But as luck would have it the wind blew the caution tape and it got tangle around her foot. She had to stop and take the tape off. She still took her photo.
There was a guy who yelled at us… “We need more dead like them. Yay for the white man!”
"One young guy just cried and then gave me a hug and said ‘thank you. It’s nice to know SOMEBODY sees me.’
I’m just gonna keep reblogging this because this is truly how white America works. Like people have their weddings on plantations, Blackface was and still is a major source of entertainment and the biggest movie of all time was Gone With the Wind. White America will kill Black people and then smile and laugh and enjoy their day it sickens me that we’re treated this way.
THE TORAJO AND THEIR FUNERAL RITUAL
The Torajo are an indigenous group of people that live in Indonesia. For them a funeral is a celebration. There are no tears shed, rather it’s like a going away party. The Torajo work extremely hard to accumulate wealth during their lives. This money then goes to the funeral ceremony.
The funeral ceremony could be held weeks or even months after someone has died. A body is not buried until all the funds have been raised. Until the funeral ceremony is held, the deceased person is not considered dead but rather ill or asleep. They are embalmed and stored in the same house as their family until the ceremony.
The ceremony begins when pigs & buffalo’s are slaughtered because it’s believed the spirit of the dead will live peacefully after. The body is buried on the 11th day.
WALK OF THE DEAD
Every year in August, a ritual called Ma’Nene (The Ceremony of Cleaning Corpses) takes place in which the bodies of the deceased are exhumed to be washed, groomed and dressed in new clothes. The mummies are then walked around the village by following a path of straight lines.
Following these straight lines is maybe the most important part of the ceremony. According to the myth, these lines are connected with a spiritual entity with supernatural power. As this entity only move in straight lines, the soul of the deceased body must follow the same path.
A Single Thread Wrapped Around Thousands of Nails by Kumi Yamashita
Kumi Yamashita , whose mind-blowing shadow artworks have been featured before, uses a single, unbroken thread wrapped around thousands of nails to create stunning portraits of women and men.
In the ongoing series entitled Constellation (a nod to the Greek tradition of tracing mythical figures in the sky), the Japanese artist (living and working in New York) uses three simple materials to produce these otherworldly works of art.