Myself dressed as “Death the Bride”. Halloween 2013.
My Hallowe’en costume this year is channelling the melancholic romanticism of a tragic, Edgar Allan Poe heroine*. On October 31st, I shall fall into a despair that leads to madness, succumbing to a death-like trance. This will prompt my bereaved loved ones to prematurely bury me in the family crypt. Afterwards, my restless ghost shall arise for revenge, and chocolate.
Happy Halloween, everyone!
*my costume is also channelling the morbid romanticism of the Pre-Raphaelite painter Thomas Cooper Gotch — a morbidity best captured by his 1895 painting entitled (as you may have guessed) Â Death the Bride.
“Death the Bride” by Thomas Cooper Gotch. 1895. Oil on canvas
Lady Lazarus 
My 1st book of poetry had a kind of goth cover that I did called “Loose Ends” in 1992. All of my 1980s were shrouded in my steel-toed boots and black dyed army surplus. As I was getting my art degree at SAIC. Slam-dancing most nights at the Exit Lounge or the Lucky Number/950 Club.
Sounds like the perfect milieu in which to study art. Where is SAIC located?