I like the pictures from the dead photo thread, I’ve seen plenty of these before. I like it because they have an artistic value, I mean obviously someone took the time to set em up like that and all, and I guess the fact that these are all old kind of adds to the charm. (As opposed to photographic work for crime scenes or medical study and all that, a lot of that is depressing, but that’s still an emotion, and so it works..)
I like things that tell a story, and something that evokes emotion, and obviously, a dead person does. I also love images of ruin, because even though they’re destroyed, the fact that it affects people proves that it has an impact still. I dunno how to explain it, really.
I get fascinated by things that might generally be shunned or avoided, especially if it’s tragic, sad or dark in some way or another. As I said to me it’s like art. Let’s say I watch The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. My favourite scenes in these kinda movies are the ones where the people are ’‘visiting’’ the house, and seeing all this fucked up shit everywhere. I find it beautiful in a way, as it seems to want to tell something, just like real life things; funerals, dead bodies, ruined or abandoned places, things like that.
I can’t quite pinpoint what about it that attracts me the most, the visual aspects, or what it tells, or what it evokes. But I do seem to have an affinity for tragic tales of woe, ruin and sorrow. But I much prefer for it to have an artistic side, and that’s how I, personally, see the word macabre, that is, a human touch on something that, essentially, not many people want to touch.
On the other hand, while I’m a huge horror movie buff, things like real life violence, murder and all that shocking stuff I’ve searched results for online for years frightens and disturbs me. It’s not a very good feeling. I laugh at people who say shit like, I’d love to see someone’s head get blown off, just to see what it’s like. I’m sure that if they saw that for real, they’d change their minds right after.
As for being macabre or morbid through the experience of a loss, well whatever. I’ve been this way ever since I can remember, long before my dad died.
If my plans go accordingly, I’ll be making a living as a pathologist soon; things like corpses don’t bother me. But how they came to be that way is a different story. I have no idea if it makes me morbid or not, or if in my future, paying my rent by determining the cause of death will affect me, but sometimes I have a hard time defining morbid, macabre and all that…I love creepy graveyards and haunted Victorian houses, but then, a lot of people do, too. It’s not really anything unique. Enjoying photos of the dead, studying death itself or being a Goth really isn’t that unique, since someone’s done it and been it before, and will do so again.
There’s also the fact that death fascinates many because, for reasons I’m pretty sure I don’t have to explain, it’s an important part of everyone’s lives, and humanity itself. irony
Yes it can be frightening, but it’s also good to delve into the subject sometimes. Death doesn’t always have to be this big bad thing. Some people just like it more than others, I guess.
I’m not talking about things like fashion, Hot Topic or just saying weird shit to impress everyone, but when you’re exploring these subjects on your own, whether it’s doing your homework on Anthrax or reading the broken words of long dead Victorian alcoholic authors.
If these things evoke some emotion for me, then it’s like art, and sometimes it’s almost like escaping to another world altogether. Of course, we’ll all die some day, so those trips to the netherworld should be few and short…
’‘Creepy laugh interrupted by a cough LAWLZ’’
