Photo Journal/ A-Z Photo Challenge: C is for Cemetery



It is Tuesday in our part of the world once again. Time for Frizztext’s A-Z Photo Challenge. Letter this week is C and I am choosing a dark theme: Cemetery. I have quite a few photos that I wish to share with you from New Orleans and Singapore. I hope you like (or get spooked by) them.

Cemetery in New Orleans


“When you’re dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you’re dead? Nobody.” 
― J.D. SalingerThe Catcher in the Rye


“I am a cemetery by the moon unblessed.” 
― Charles BaudelaireParis Spleen


“Let’s talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs;
Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes
Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth,
Let’s choose executors and talk of wills” 
― William ShakespeareRichard II


“The first thing you notice about New Orleans are the burying grounds – the cemeteries – and they’re a cold proposition, one of the best things there are here. Going by, you try to be as quiet as possible, better to let them sleep. Greek, Roman, sepulchres- palatial mausoleums made to order, phantomesque, signs and symbols of hidden decay – ghosts of women and men who have sinned and who’ve died and are now living in tombs. The past doesn’t pass away so quickly here. 
You could be dead for a long time” 
― Bob Dylan

Cemetery in Singapore


“The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place.” 
― Percy Bysshe ShelleyAdonais


“One grave in every graveyard belongs to the ghouls. Wander any graveyard long enough and you will find it – water stained and bulging, with cracked or broken stone, scraggly grass or rank weeds about it, and a feeling, when you reach it, of abandonment. It may be colder than the other gravestones, too, and the name on the stone is all too often impossible to read. If there is a statue on the grave it will be headless or so scabbed with fungus and lichens as to look like fungus itself. If one grave in a graveyard looks like a target for petty vandals, that is the ghoul-gate. If the grave wants to make you be somewhere else, that is the ghoul-gate.” 
― Neil GaimanThe Graveyard Book


“Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave bereft
I am not there. I have not left.” 
― Mary Elizabeth Frye

Myra is a Teacher Educator and a registered clinical psychologist based in Al Ain, United Arab Emirates. Prior to moving to the Middle East, she lived for eleven years in Singapore serving as a teacher educator. She has edited five books on rediscovering children’s literature in Asia (with a focus on the Philippines, Malaysia, India, China, Japan) as part of the proceedings for the Asian Festival of Children’s Content where she served as the Chair of the Programme Committee for the Asian Children’s Writers and Illustrators Conference from 2011 until 2019. While she is an academic by day, she is a closet poet and a book hunter at heart. When she is not reading or writing about books or planning her next reads, she is hoping desperately to smash that shuttlecock to smithereens because Badminton Is Life (still looking for badminton courts here at UAE - suggestions are most welcome).

10 comments on “Photo Journal/ A-Z Photo Challenge: C is for Cemetery

  1. thank you, Myra,
    for the quotation of that wonderful poem:
    “Do not stand at my grave and weep,
    I am not there, I do not sleep.
    I am in a thousand winds that blow,
    I am the softly falling snow.
    I am the gentle showers of rain,…”


    • Hi Frizz, it is a good poem, isnt it? the last line “I have not left” is kind of comforting and eerie at the same time. 🙂 How is Berlin this time of the year?


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  3. Beautiful pictures…And beautiful words….


  4. i find those big tombs spooky, the feeling of lots of bodies in there … the simple ones int he ground are much more comfortable for me … the flesh decomposing into the soil … great photos myra, and an interesting response for C !!


    • Hi Dadirri, I shared these photos with my book club for young readers when we discussed The Graveyard Book. The kids found the pictures morbidly fascinating. Somehow, I found the ones from Singapore more creepy than the photographs from New Orleans.


  5. The Salinger quote really made me laugh, Myra. Loved all your photos, and I think that last poem is one of the most beautiful ever written.


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