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Tuesday, June 23, 2015

The Call of Abandoned Souls: Guest Post and New Book by Ivan Cenzi of Bizzarro Bazar


Following is a guest post by Ivan Cenzi of the Bizzarro Bazar blog, who has just published a new, heavily illustrated book on the astounding Fontanelle Cemetery in Naples, which some readers might remember from this recent Morbid Anatomy post. You can find out more about the book--and order a copy of your own--here.You can also visit in the Morbid Anatomy Library where you will find a copy on our Death and Culture shelf!

THE CALL OF ABANDONED SOULS
The strange, unorthodox cult which developed in the Fontanelle Cemetery in Naples

by Ivan Cenzi,
Bizzarro Bazar

The Fontanelle Cemetery in Naples is not just exceptional in its location (the remains of 40.000 human beings are stacked inside an ancient tuff quarry), but mainly because in this evocative underground cathedral a popular cult has developed over the ages: it's the cult of abandoned souls (anime pezzentelle). Anonymous souls, poor and deprived of the prayers and comfort of their loved ones, souls in need of the compassion of the living to alleviate their suffering. 
There is an undoubted elective affinity between the suffering souls in Purgatory and they who struggle and suffer in this world. There has never been any doubt in the minds of the Neapolitans about the truth of suffering on Earth, where hope is weak, work is inevitable fatigue, and the hell of Vesuvius ready to explode at any moment makes every breath uncertain. Naples is in some senses a purgatorial city in itself. An afterlife where suffering continues is inevitably a familiar concept. 
So the Neapolitans found in this poverty – the dead leave behind all material goods, and are left forgotten in suffering, while the living are always in need of assistance and help – the trait d'union between this world and the next. The skulls piled in the great cavern became a bridge between the tribulations of both sides, a symbolic representation of all the “nameless souls” waiting for redemption. 
According to tradition, a person would choose a skull to adopt, dedicate his prayers to and light candles for. Sometimes on the other hand it was the departed who “called” and chose his supporter, appearing in dreams to show himself: he would then tell the story of his life, frequently a tragic tale, and ask for offerings and prayers on his behalf. Once the identity of the soul in question had been revealed, the skull was cleaned and polished, placed on a piece of cloth with a rosary around it, and surrounded with flowers and candles. All communication occurred through dreams: in this way the soul of the deceased could keep his champion informed on his state of “relief”, the effectiveness of the offerings, and about the advancement of any requests for favor. This last frequently concerned for example an ailing child, a daughter who could not find a husband, or a husband away at war, in other cases it became a request for lottery numbers – in the eternal hope that luck and fate would alleviate financial problems. 
Whenever piety shown by the faithful was rewarded by an answer to their prayers, the decorations would become more ornate, The piece of cloth was replaced with an embroidered cushion with lace, and the skull would be put in a glass display case or, where this couldn't be afforded, in a tin box. The more “generous” skulls ended up being adopted as protective spirits by the whole community; if on the other hand no prayers were answered, the cranium would be returned to the stack and another chosen, and the whole process started over again. 
This worship of anonymous remains was clearly not contemplated by the Church, which only allows veneration of recognized, Vatican-approved relics of saints. Even the votive displays, when observed more carefully, look like a proletarian version of the sacred reliquaries kept in the Cathedral or in numerous other Neapolitan churches: the fideistic practice instituted de facto a range of unorthodox “saints”, not authorized by the Church and whose relics became object of the worship of common people. 
These original popular “saints” are the real Superstars in the cemetery – skulls so generous in their favours that they have, over time, become real icons of the cemetery, taking on the role of folklore characters around which various legends have sprung up. There's Donna Concetta, the “sweating head”, a revered skull that has the quality of attracting more humidity than any of the others. When little drops of water appear on its shiny forehead, the skull is ready to fulfill any requests. There is the skull of Pascale, who helps you win the lottery; 'o nennillo who brings happiness to the family; and the most famous of all, “the Captain”, around which several legends revolve, and who makes sure respectful girls find a good husband. 
It might seem surprising that such a practice was tolerated, however marginalized, for so long by the Catholic Church until the cult was definitively ostracised in 1969. Today, you can still see some old woman lighting up a candle before a specific skull, but the cult has almost entirely died out. And, as it so often happens in Italy despite our great cultural heritage, the Fontanelle cemetery is now sadly left to crumble. If you travel to Italy and find yourself in Naples, you might want to plan a visit before it's gone for good. Its enchanted underground location and sober arrangement of bones (not at all macabre, as in some other baroque italian charnel houses) make for a peaceful and meaningful break from traffic and confusion, as you enter a place where the barrier between the living and the dead was once trespassed.

Ivan Cenzi and Carlo Vannini's“De Profundis, second volume in the Bizzarro Bazar Collection, is dedicated to the Fontanelle Cemetery, and is available on Libri.it.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Ivan Cenzi is an explorer of the uncanny and collector of curiosities. Since 2009 he has been curator of Bizzarro Bazar, a blog dedicated to everything that is strange, macabre and wonderful.

ABOUT THE PHOTOGRAPHER
Carlo Vannini is the photographer of all “cultural” objects: artworks, archaeological finds, restoration works, architectural structures, city views, but also ordinary handcrafted artefacts permeated by a strong historical feeling. Website www.carlovannini.it

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

The Lennon Sisters singing Dry Bones, The Lawrence Welk Show, 1965


Thanks so much to Salvador Olguin for drawing this wonderful video to my attention! I simply cannot stop watching it.

Monday, January 31, 2011

Buried Alive at Coney Island: "Night and Morning," 1907


Playing off the titillating terror of being buried alive--a theme exploited also by Edgar Allen Poe among many others--Coney Island's Luna Park premiered a new attraction in 1907 which allowed the visitor to experience their own premature burial and added a trip through Hades and Paradise to boot.

From a contemporary New York Times report on April 21, 1907:
NEW WONDERS THIS SEASON AT CONEY ISLAND - Beatific Heavenly Visions and Gruesome Scenes in Hell to be Luna Park's Latest Novelty ...

"The real big feature of the revised Luna Park," Mr. Thompson explained, "is going to be what I have named Night and Morning: or, A Journey Through Heaven and Hell." The idea in itself if, of course, not new, but the manner in which it has been worked up in entirely original and is expected to make it a 'thriller.' It shows you the complete journey to Hades and Paradise, and is full of surprises....

"The first room into which the people enter is like a big coffin with a glass top and the lid off. You look up through the roof and see the graveyard flowers and the weeping willows and other such atmospheric things. When everything is ready the coffin is lowered into the ground. It shivers and shakes, and when it tips up on end you hear a voice above give a warning to be careful. Then the lid is closed and you hear the thud of the dirt.

"The man who is conducting the party now announces that they must have a spirit to guide them. A subject is put into a small coffin and in an instant he is transformed into a skeleton. Then a real skeleton appears and delivers a solemn lecture in which he tells the people that they must 'leave all hope on the outside'--a gentle perversion of the old 'abandon hope all ye who enter here.' ...

Now there is a great clanking of chains and the side of the coffin comes out and visitors pass down into the mysterious caverns. First they see a twentieth century idea of Hell, with monopolists frying in pans and janitors fastened to hot radiators.... After the modern Hell the people come to the Chamber of Skeletons. Though these skeletons haven't a stitch of clothes on them, they smoke cigarettes most unconcernedly all the time just like live men.... Next you come to the panorama of Hell, where you see a vision of all the condemned spirits being washed down by the River of Death. Now comes the big change and you find yourself in a large ordinary room, with cathedral-like windows through which you can look outside and see the graveyard which looms up with a weird effect. Like great mist you can see the spirits rising from the graves and ascending to Heaven...

The great transformation now takes place. The whole grave yard floats off into space with the single exception of an immense cross, where the form of a young girl is seen clinging to the Rock of Ages. Fountains foam with all their prismatic colors, and the air is filled with troops of circling angels. The room itself vanishes and you find yourself in a bower of flowers under a blue sky. At the climax and angel comes down with a halo which she places on the head of the girl who is still clinging to the cross Then all that vanishes and you are within four blank walls once more."
Excerpted fom the April 21, 1907 issue of The New York Times; You can read the entire article here.

For more on the amazing and bizarre attractions of turn of the century Coney Island, check out my new project The Great Coney Island Spectacularium.

Image: Antoine Wiertz, The Premature Burial, 1854. Also the name of an Edgar Allan Poe short story. Image found via a blog called Rouge's Foam.