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	<title>Comments on: Cemetery of the rich and famous</title>
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	<pubDate>Thu, 20 Nov 2008 18:10:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: projektleiterin</title>
		<link>http://dangerousintersection.org/2008/05/10/cemetery-of-the-rich-and-famous/#comment-18412</link>
		<dc:creator>projektleiterin</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 12 May 2008 21:41:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This post reminded me of this Jewish cemetery that I visited with my class in Worms (I'm like 99% sure that it was in Worms and given that this is Europe's oldest preserved Jewish cemetery it makes sense. I would have to look at my pictures which I unfortunately do not have here, but the pictures here http://flickr.com/photos/johannjm/sets/72157603214611436/ or here http://www.flickr.com/photos/typeoff/sets/72157594349598159/ match the ones I have in my memory.). I usually don't find cemeteries to be very thrilling, but that one was different. It looked like a scene from a fairytale, very peaceful and well, &lt;em&gt;romantic&lt;/em&gt;. The tombstones were not ordered into rows, but distributed randomly (to my eyes at least, maybe there was some system that I hadn't been aware of) and with all the moss covering and giving them a weathered and ancient look they were forming natural embellishing parts of the landscape.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This post reminded me of this Jewish cemetery that I visited with my class in Worms (I&#8217;m like 99% sure that it was in Worms and given that this is Europe&#8217;s oldest preserved Jewish cemetery it makes sense. I would have to look at my pictures which I unfortunately do not have here, but the pictures here <a href="http://flickr.com/photos/johannjm/sets/72157603214611436/" rel="nofollow">http://flickr.com/photos/johannjm/sets/72157603214611436/</a> or here <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/typeoff/sets/72157594349598159/" rel="nofollow">http://www.flickr.com/photos/typeoff/sets/72157594349598159/</a> match the ones I have in my memory.). I usually don&#8217;t find cemeteries to be very thrilling, but that one was different. It looked like a scene from a fairytale, very peaceful and well, <em>romantic</em>. The tombstones were not ordered into rows, but distributed randomly (to my eyes at least, maybe there was some system that I hadn&#8217;t been aware of) and with all the moss covering and giving them a weathered and ancient look they were forming natural embellishing parts of the landscape.</p>
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		<title>By: Ozymandias</title>
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		<dc:creator>Ozymandias</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 11 May 2008 15:08:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Ozymandias
I met a traveller from an antique land, 
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone 
Stand in the desert. 
Near them, on the sand, 
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown 
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command, 
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read, 
Which yet survive stamped on these lifeless things, 
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed; 
And on the pedestal these words appear: 
'My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings; 
Look on my works. Ye Mighty, and despair!' 
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay 
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare 
The lone and level sands stretch far away.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ozymandias<br />
I met a traveller from an antique land,<br />
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone<br />
Stand in the desert.<br />
Near them, on the sand,<br />
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown<br />
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command,<br />
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read,<br />
Which yet survive stamped on these lifeless things,<br />
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;<br />
And on the pedestal these words appear:<br />
&#8216;My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;<br />
Look on my works. Ye Mighty, and despair!&#8217;<br />
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay<br />
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare<br />
The lone and level sands stretch far away.</p>
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