the ugly earring

ug‧ly [uhg-lee] offensive to the sense of beauty; displeasing in appearance

Category: mermaids



I grow old … I grow old …
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me.

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

image: ocean beach san diego
an oldie but a goodie: the love song of j. alfred prufrock



if you were

“You asked me who I thought I was before. I said maybe I was a fish because I love water and you said, you thought a mermaid, maybe.
If you were a mermaid, you said, if you were a mermaid, I was the sea.”
from: Wasteland, Francesca Lia Block

mermaid’s skin.


“She may have come from Japan or the Far East. A lot of these kind of mermaids came from that area and were made by fishermen and they sold them to supplement their income as sort of fake mermaids.”

“The teeth are carved bone and we think the eyes are actually some sort of mollusc shell,” said Ms Hollinshead.

“We didn’t know if there were any bits of monkey in the top half, as there are in some of these, but that’s proven not to be the case.”

The team hopes further tests will determine what the mermaid’s skin is made from.

image: mermenlubok
text: the buxton mermaid

seashell shoes

A mermaid found a swimming lad,
Picked him for her own,
Pressed her body to his body,
Laughed; and plunging down
Forgot in cruel happiness
That even lovers drown.

~william butler yeats, a man young and old: III. The mermaid

home is a sea anemone


and i am nothing more than a clownfish.

(random fact: when a female clownfish dies, the male clownfish will change sex and become a female.) 

“Old tuxedos and suits are cheaper than blue jeans”

a taxidermist after my own heart. 


takeshi yamada.

Born out of the mythos of Coney Island, Yamada’s present-day cosmos includes several six-foot-long Mongolian death worms; a pair of Fiji mermaids; a two-headed baby; a hairy trout; a seven-fingered hand; fossilized fairies; jackalope stew; a five-foot-long bloodsucking chupacabra; a 16th-century homunculus; a legion of samurai warriors trapped in the bodies of horseshoe crabs; a tiny marsh dragon; a coven of freakishly large, nuclear-radiated stag beetles from Bikini Atoll; and a furry mer-bunny, all of which are brought to life using old bones, shells, resin, origami, and bits and pieces of refuse, both inorganic and fleshy.

“In the East, abnormalities are not seen as shocking,” explains Yamada as he slogs through a deep, soggy thicket behind a baseball field. “The freakish is not a bad thing. It can represent the mystery of the universe. An expression of divinity. A blessing.” (more here).