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Kamis, 02 April 2015

The Tattooed Poets Project: Sarah A. Chavez

Our next tattooed poet is Sarah A. Chavez:


Here's a closer look at Sarah's tattoo:


Here's the story behind this turtle:
"This tattoo was done at Iron Brush Tattoo in Lincoln, Nebraska by Nate Deal, two days after I successfully defended my poetry dissertation at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. The design has multifaceted meaning.
The words, 'Everywhere I go I carry home on my back,' are an adaptation of a quotation from my favorite Chicana poet/activist, Gloria Anzaldúa. In her book Borderlands/La Frontera: The New Mestiza, she writes with blunt, yet graceful clarity about the emotional difficulty women of color, women of mixed ethnic/racial backgrounds, and queer women face. In the specific chapter the quotation 'I am a turtle, wherever I go I carry home on my back' appears, she is referring to the fact that no matter where she moves or how much education she acquires taking her farther away from the experiences of her family, she carries her Mexican (American) culture with her always – new environments cannot erase our history; ethnic culture is a quintessential part of her, familiar, and a protection, like a turtle’s shell.
Reading this book helped me be able to articulate the pain and anxieties I had regarding my own socioeconomic position (working class kid in 'the academy'), my belonging to Mexican and American cultures (Mexican dad, white mom), and my multifaceted feelings about gender, sexuality and identification. Reading Anzaldúa’s experiences and her advocation that people should embrace all aspects of our history and personality, even when they may seem contradictory, or go against what the dominant culture tries to push us toward, provided me the strength to keep pursuing this degree that no one else in my family has earned, in a state I had never lived in before (I moved from CA to the Midwest), and to know more clearly what it was that I wanted/needed to write about.
The fact that I've always loved turtles, made having that image from the quotation a given. What I added (and Nate did an amazing job capturing!) is the book that is lying open over the turtle’s back. The turtle symbolizes conceptions of culture and self, yes, but the book represents my ability to find 'home' in literature and writing. Even when I have felt the most scared, the most alone, and the most frustrated, I've been able to write and read my way into understanding and acceptance, both of myself and others. Poetry in particular is 'home' that I am able to carry with me. Getting to see this image and those words every day reminds me it is not despite my background that I've been able to work hard to make my dream of talking about and writing poetry a reality, but because I learned to embrace it.
Lastly, something else that made this experience so amazing was that even though I only brought him a very crude drawing and an explanation of what I imagined in my mind, Nate was able to sketch out exactly what I wanted. Particularly in the turtle’s face. I think I said something like, 'not too cute, but not too lizardy or snake-like, and not mean but not cartoonish.' His talent and intuition as an artist and genuine compassion and interest in other people’s experiences helped him see into my ridiculous description to what I really wanted. I wouldn't hesitate to go back to him for my next tattoo."
Nate Deal is now at Black Anchor Tattoo in Cambridge, Maryland. Nate's Instagram is here.

Sarah sent us this poem, as well, which was originally published in Blood Lotus Issue#19, and is part of my full length manuscript, Hands That Break & Scar.

When She Asked Was I Afraid of Needles

I looked down at my hand, then straight ahead,
raised my eyebrows high and said, Hell no.

At recess, we cracked the plastic case of the pen
against the metal bracing of the jungle gym

and buried it in the sand below where classmates
planted marbles, rubber balls, love notes.

With a pocket knife I’d hidden in my shoe, Erin cut
the tube of ink at a diagonal. I blocked her

from the teachers standing near the swing set
by the monkey bars, where they leaned against

the kickball wall and drank coffee, pretending
to watch out for injury or mischief. She pulled the lighter

from her school-issued pants pocket and showed me
how she had stitched the needle along the inside seam

of her polo.My brother told me we won’t get infection
if we sterilize it, she said, and guided the tiny flame,

letting it lick the needle up and down until it was too
hot to hold. I’d seen her brother in my neighborhood,

tattoos covering his body like small paintings,
the edges raised like Braille if you closed

your eyes and touched. Once he was nice, gave me
a ride home in his white, lowered El Camino.

That day I didn't have to run past the apartments
where the men would leer and grab

their dicks through their pants and yell,
Come here, baby, I’ve got something for you.

In his car, I felt strong and safe sitting up
in the leather seats, so the neighborhood people

could see me through the window
above the clean, shining door.

I’ll go first, I said, spreading my thumb
and pointer finger to flatten the web

of my hand. Now, we’ll be hermanas, she said
and kissed me on the cheek before dragging

the needle across my outstretched skin,
starting the“1” of the number thirteen.

~ ~ ~

Sarah A. Chavez, a mestiza born and raised in the California Central Valley, is the author of the chapbook, All Day, Talking (Dancing Girl Press, 2014), which was featured on Sundress Publications' book spotlight, The Wardrobe's Best Dressed. She holds a PhD in English with a focus in poetry and Ethnic Studies from the University of Nebraska – Lincoln. Her work can be found or is forthcoming in Stirring: A Literary Collective, Spoon River Poetry Review, Luna Luna Magazine, among others. Her manuscript, This, Like So Much, was an Honorable Mention for the 2013 Quercus Review Press Poetry Book Contest. A selection from her chapbook manuscript All Day, Talking won the Susan Atefat Peckham Fellowship in 2013. She is a proud member of the Macondo Writers Workshop. Visit her at www.sarahachavez.com.

Thanks to Sarah for sharing her literary turtle tattoo with us here on Tattoosday's Tattooed Poets Project!

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Kamis, 12 September 2013

Tattoosday in the Berkshires: Sean's Corpernican Title

I met Sean last month at Shakespeare & Company, in Lenox, Massachusetts.


Sean was working at the snack bar at the Tina Packer Playhouse, but I had seen him earlier in the week in an amazing performance as Trufaldin in an adaptation of Molière's Les Faux Pas.

De revolutionibus orbium coelestium is the title of a book published in 1543 by the Renaissance astronomer Copernicus. The title, translated from the Latin, is On the Revolutions of the Heavenly Spheres.

Sean elaborated about the origins of this tattoo, which he had done at a shop in Seattle:
"I was looking at the root of the word revolt or revolution and it comes from Copernicus ... so I was wanting something that had ... the idea of revolt and revolution ... I became curious as to where the word came from ... [and] I started reading about his theory."
As regular readers of this site can tell you, I love textual tattoos, and the idea of inscribing the title of a book almost 500 years old is fascinating, because it's not just about the title, but about the ideas espoused therein.

Thanks to Sean for sharing this cool tattoo with us here on Tattoosday!

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Minggu, 12 Mei 2013

Mommy Has a Tattoo! Happy Mother's Day Giveaway!!!

What better way to celebrate Mother's Day here on Tattoosday than by talking about a great book for kids who have tattooed moms?

Check out: Mommy Has A Tattoo by Phil Padwe!
I had the pleasure of meeting Phil last year and have been long overdue in talking about this great book for kids.


It's a simple story that helps kids get understand that people with tattoos are not "scary" and that even moms have ink. For 21st century toddlers, this book is a sweet tale of acceptance and understanding that can help address the differences (and similarities) between people.


You can read more about the book and author on the Mommy has a Tattoo website here.

And although it may be too late to get this as a mother's day gift this year, the book makes a great baby shower present for your tattooed moms-to-be!

Phil was kind enough to donate a couple of copies of Mommy Has a Tattoo for Tattoosday readers, and a couple of copies of his Tattoo Coloring Book #2, as well.


You know the drill! Comment below, or on the Tattoosday Facebook page, or send an email to TattoosdayContests@gmail.com, if you want to be entered to win a copy of one of these cool books. Enter by Thursday, May 16, to win!

You can also visit the Mommy Has a Tattoo Facebook page here.

Thanks to Phil Padwe for creating such great books, and for helping moms and dads everywhere make tattoo acceptance and understanding a little bit easier for kids.

Happy Mother's Day, all!






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Jumat, 19 April 2013

The Tattooed Poets Project: Thomas Fucaloro

Today's tattooed poet is Thomas Fucaloro.

I met Thomas last summer after spotting him at the New York City Poetry Festival on Governor's Island.

This is the tattoo on his leg:


For those of you who don't know, this is an illustration from Harold and the Purple Crayon, a children's book by Crockett Johnson.


This was one of my favorite books as a kid, so really wanted to find out what this tattoo was all about.

Thomas told me "I don't remember who gave me the tattoo, but I know they were affiliated with Jonathan Shaw and tattoos and cappuccino in the city, but this was 15 years ago."

He sent along the following, which was "the poem that inspired the tattoo or vice versa":

Thomas and the Purple Crayon

So there was no moon in the sky
so he drew one and then a house
with some windows, a door, a kitchen, a table
and then a mother and a father.

The first time I told my parents I have a cocaine problem
they looked at me odd
like I just told them I want to run for the presidency
or
be an Olympic javelin thrower
or
become a poet.

Thomas draws disappointment on their faces.

Something is about to change in Thomas and I don’t even know it.

I hope the need for coke becomes the need for my parents.

The drawing of the house still, stands.
This time Thomas adds shutters to the windows
so nobody can see in or out.

Thomas erases forks, knives and other sharp objects for
protection. He draws a hot air balloon in case he needs to escape.

The 4th time I told my parents I have a cocaine problem
they looked at me sorrowingly, morningly set sunset vibrant
just for a second, gone. Ultimatums fly like high-heeled shoes thrown
at my head, rightfully so. Thomas draws band-aids. Don’t worry
he draws a hot air balloon in case he needs to escape.

I’ve started writing poems where my father is the course through my veins
my mother a circulatory system of never ending branches reaching,
pulsating through arteries bloody blossoming through those little veins
in your eyeballs holding a stare of hope. Thomas draws his eyelids shut.

The 7th time I told my parents I have a cocaine problem
they looked expected. Expected like the sun.
Expected like one day I would have to put my crayons away.
Expected like no hot water in my building.

Thomas draws mountains of regret,
throws them off the George Washington Bridge
if only to draw anew.

I’ve started drawing these poems
where Thomas is writing about telling my parents about the first few times
I had a cocaine problem but they keep coming out like this poem.

Some people call me a drug poet.

My parents are taking the place of drugs in all my poems.

I think

this is a good thing.

I

draw

a smile.

~ ~ ~

Thomas Fucaloro is a New York City poet who has a book out by Three Rooms Press called Inheriting Craziness and is founding editor of great weather for MEDIA. He likes rainbows.

Thanks to Thomas for his contribution to Tattoosday!



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Senin, 15 April 2013

The Tattooed Poets Project: David Tomas Martinez

Our next tattooed poet is David Tomas Martinez, who hails from Houston.


David, as you can see in his photo, has a lot of tattoos. He also had a lot to say about his work:
"It was difficult to chose just one tattoo for this blog post. I like to say I have 6 tattoos: my right arm, left arm, complete back piece, a neck piece, a chest piece, and a tattoo above my right knee. (I know, the obligatory random knee tattoo.) I also like to say that they are not tattoos but fortuitous birth marks. Nobody ever seems to accept these explanations."
Some of our featured poets don't say a lot about their work. Others, like David, are generous with their words. I always love reading the lengthier explanations of peoples' work. And, I will turn it back over to David:
"Bryan Romero has done all my work. Other artists have touched my skin, but he has either covered their work or relined their work to incorporate it better in to our designs. Our process for tattooing usually goes like this: I text Brian and let him know I'm coming by. I discuss with him what ideas I have for my next tattoo. Mostly he thinks their good but once in awhile he will say that is impossible. Then, he draws it up over the span of a week or so. I look at it, making tweaks if any are needed. I usually defer to what he thinks, he being the professional. (I'm not sure if I am professional at anything.) We have been doing this routine for about ten years, when I first came to get 'home boy' tattooed on my biceps while wearing a cowboy shirt with roses on it. We quickly became friends, and I have lived in happy tattoo monogamy ever since. (Though I let him whore himself out to others.) He currently works at Sabertooth Tattoo in the Pacific Beach neighborhood of San Diego, California.

Two identity forming states, identifying myself as a writer and Chican@, have really shaped my tattoos. For instance, I have a pistolera, or a lady gun fighter on my back, which is an homage to my ethnicity. But I also have a plume on my right forearm and a sword on my left forearm, a nod to Edward Bulwer-Lytton's saying, 'the pen is mightier than the sword.' And sometimes these two states of identity will intersect, in the form of a candy skull with a candle burning on top of it, a kind of Chican@ Shakespeare, or 'Chakespeare' if you will.

I picked for my featured tattoo, which is like picking a favorite child, which is always a reality but not something you go around bragging about, the last tattoo Brian chiseled on my body, my Sarabande Books tattoo:



My first collection of poetry, Hustle, will be published by Sarabande; the book is due out in May of 2014. This was quite an honor to have such a wonderful independent press putting my work in the world. My tattoo artist, Brian, has designed the book cover. As a way of solidifying this accomplishment, I can't hold the book until 2014, I got the book cover design tattooed on my leg. And for good measure I got Sarabande's logo tattooed on the side of my hand. My friend and mentor, Tony Hoagland saw the tattoo and told me, 'You're going to have a long career, you should slow down or you wont have any room for the other books.' By that I'm pretty sure he meant, 'Go work on a critical essay, then publish it.' Tony goes hard. Many of my tattoos mark some transition or accomplishment in my life. A sort of journal that everyone can read."
David added some advice to tattoo rookies everywhere, echoing a sentiment felt by many:
"...please please please (best James Brown voice) do not just go in a tattoo shop, point at the board and drunkenly yell, "I want that one!" Because when I am waiting in line at the grocery store or, god forbid, a line for an amusement park ride that will take a month and I have to see your misspelled ex-boyfriend's name, or a heart with Budweiser on the scroll, or Rainbow Brite with blood shot eyes and a joint in her hand, I will be angry. Don't do that to us. Think about what you want and pay your tattoo artist according to their worth. I have too many friends that have too many horror stories about getting tattooed. Do not be one of these people. Do your research."
The poem David sent us has a tattoo in it, as well. "The poem I picked, 'Coveralls' has an important 'scene' where my coworker, Lucy (and let us not forget the Latin root, luz, or light) shows me a tattoo she had." He adds, "I hope you enjoy the poem and I am glad to be apart of this wonderful jamming of two of my favorite passions! Writing! Tattoos!"

COVERALLS

The orange coveralls flamed around me in one-size-fits-all,
and no matter how I stood, they slouched and bent me.

In the shipyard there were no mirrors
but in the ocean’s reflection or the pools in the dry docks
I could see how the leathers covered my boney clavicle
and my arms were only as wide as my torch.

I interviewed in a flower-splattered rayon,
but was hired because my uncle was foreman.

In training, I met Lucy.

Straightening out the crooked cuts in my bulkheads
she showed me how an orange stream pours off a perfect bevel.

Once in the bilges, I asked what brought her
to the bottom of this boat, measuring and cutting walls.

Pulling off her suede glove,

wiping sweat and ash away,
on her hand shone a green 13.

Secretaries don’t have tattoos,
muffled through her respirator.

And by lunch,
we were burnt by sparks,
by three we sneezed black,
but the foreman flirted with her
using the last banging mallets
to get close and whisper.

Wrenching hoses
from our torches,
on our neck, metallic dust
ignited in the sun.

The top half
of her coveralls,
unbuttoned and wrapped,
slowly melted down
as the whistles blew.

After training,
I worked on frigates,
she worked on tankers,

I walked by her worksite
and Lucy’d be cutting
a tanker’s wall,

golden ashes
dropping from
a chariot
of rusted pipe
and planks.

Looking up
shaking the wind,
shaking a hole
in my coveralls,

from ankle to knee gone,
the thin blue cloth gone;

I watched Lucy rise.

~ ~ ~

When not writing bios or sonnets in bathroom stalls, David Tomas Martinez lurks along the San Diego trolley lines giving hugs to the homegirls and daps to the homeboys, all the while remarking how the cigarette butts on the ground look like petals on a wet, black bough. His work has been published in Forklift Ohio, San Diego Writer's Ink (Volumes 2 and 3), Charlotte Journal, Poetry International, and he has been the featured poet for Border Voices. He is a Ph.D. candidate in the University of Houston's Creative Writing program, with an emphasis in Poetry. Martinez is also the Reviews and Interviews Editor for Gulf Coast: A Journal of Literature and Fine Arts. His debut collection of poetry, Hustle, will be released in 2014 by Sarabande Books.

Thanks to David for his extensive share of poetry and ink with us here on Tattoosday's Tattooed Poets Project!

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Rabu, 10 April 2013

The Tattooed Poets Project: Kristin LaTour

Our next tattooed poet is Kristin LaTour, who sent us these photos:


Kristin elaborated on the history of this tattoo:
"I chose this design after thinking about it for a long time. It was my second tattoo, the largest I've had so far, and when I got it, it was the most visible. Because I knew it would be visible, I wanted it to be really special. The flowers are globe mallows, a desert flower. I grew up in Tucson and went camping all over the southwest. Mallows are my favorite flower from that area, and they range from orange to fuchsia  The book is for my love of reading and writing, and I wrote the prayer that covers the open pages. My artist, Doc, was so wonderful that he managed to keep my handwriting from the sketch that I brought for him. The feather pen draws from the color of the parakeet on the other side. The parakeet wasn't part of the original plan, but after all the black was done, Doc mentioned that I had asked about including a bird and there was a perfect spot for her. I had a parakeet who was my best friend when I finally moved out on my own and started my adult life. She was with me for almost ten years and is still my little muse. But those branches she perches on now really hurt to have inked in!
I had the tattoo done in Joliet, Illinois at Wolf's Fine Line Tattoo. by Doc. He's the best."

The poem Kristin sent us "includes references to the desert where I grew up, and the East coast, where I worked on my MFA and fell in love with the ocean.":

She Sinks

Her arms and legs are buoyant, but her body
always sinks. It's her stone heart, you assume,
or the memories she encases in cement and
buries in her lungs. She exhales gray dust
and her cough echoes in corners. It's unfortunate;
she lives near the Atlantic, buffeted by waves
when she wades up to her narrow waist into the water,
the only element that can hold her. Unfortunate
she won't come to us in Sonora, become a boulder
of granite, sun-warmed, and crying every time it rains.

~ ~ ~

Kristin LaTour has a chapbook, Agoraphobia, forthcoming from Dancing Girl Press, as well as two others: Blood (Naked Mannequin Press, 2009) and Town Limits (Pudding House Press, 2007). Her poetry has appeared in journals such as Fifth Wednesday, Cider Press Review, After Hours, dirtcakes, qarrstiluni, and The Adroit Journal. She teaches at Joliet Jr. College and lives in Aurora, IL with her writer husband and two dogitos. You can find more information at www.kristinlatour.com.

Thanks to Kristin for her contribution to Tattoosday and the Tattooed Poets Project!

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Senin, 08 April 2013

The Tattooed Poets Project: Meghan Privitello

Our next tattooed poet is Meghan Privitello.

She told us that
"I've always designed my tattoos myself. I usually have a very clear idea of what I want and where I want it, and don’t allow for much reinterpretation by the tattoo artist, unless, of course, the design will not translate well to skin. In that case, I have the utmost trust and faith in my tattoo artist to adjust the design as needed. I've had all of my work done at Rebel Image Tattoo in Rio Grande, NJ by Mike Siderio. He is probably the nicest guy in the world and does consistently beautiful work."
She sent us two tattoos, the first of which is this anatomic heart in a jar:


In explaining this piece, Meghan referred to it as her Sylvia Plath tattoo:
"My 7th grade English teacher told me about Sylvia Plath, and I read The Bell Jar, which undoubtedly made me an even stranger child than I already was. Plath was the first poet that I fell head over heels in love with, and who made me realize that being a poet was something that real people in the real world can do. It seemed obvious that I needed a Plath dedication tattoo. I wanted a bell jar since it was the first piece of hers I read, and I wanted an anatomical heart inside the jar because, as cliché as it sounds, she had captured mine. And since I also have an obsession with anatomy and diagrams, I had lines coming out from the heart as in an anatomical drawing with a letter at the end of each line, those letters being P-L-A-T-H."
The other tattoo she sent us was her "V Tattoo":


Again, Meghan gave us a thorough back story:
"I’ve always been fascinated and entranced by illuminated manuscripts. Pair that with an obsession with the alphabet, particularly with the letter 'V', and this tattoo is born. V is my favorite letter for a few reasons. 1) Whenever I try to think of words that start with V, they always seem to be words that hang on the fringe of decency and/or are embedded with violence (vagina, venom, venereal, vibrator, vulture, victim, etc.) I love that a letter can carry with it these associations before a word is even made from it. It is a powerful letter, and I can’t help but love it for that. 2) On the other end of the spectrum, or at least a good distance away from the first reason, is the meditative quality of the sound V makes. I love the vibration it makes on the lips, that it is another (somewhat darker) variation of an 'om'. 3) I love that V can be a child’s way of drawing birds, that it becomes a symbol of flight.
By way of a poem, Meghan provided us with the following:

                            Crossing the Borders
                           

Today it is yesterday in California.  I will not dress up as a wildfire or a tame woman.  I will not compare your memory to a palm tree.  I heard that eighteen starlings have died in eighteen weeks, which is something I associate with love.  The last time love undressed in front of me, I blushed I itched I regretted my name.  This means everything I want is getting closer.  Call me a fool, but I believe it when a man says he would rather die than sleep another night alone.  Every time I try to get where I belong, there is a detour.  Orange cones.  Dirty signs.  I have started confusing fate with duty.  I confused myself with an evergreen and finally considered myself beautiful.  In front of my home a man proposes to a truck and waits for an answer.  I bring him a soda hoping he’ll explode into some kind of destiny.  I’ve counted the toes of everyone I’ve known.  I’ve had dreams where having a child meant never catching my breath.  What does it take for a narrow passage to become a field?  How much longer until we open up to each other and cover ourselves with birds?  In California, I haven’t happened yet.  The thing I told you underneath the covers that sparked your interest is still afraid to die.
                              
                               originally published in Sixth Finch

~ ~ ~

Meghan Privitello is a poet living in New Jersey. Her first manuscript, A New Language for Falling out of Love, has recently been a finalist for Alice James’ Kinereth Gensler Award and Persea’s Lexi Rudnitsky Prize. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in NOÖ Journal, Sixth Finch, Redivider, Barn Owl Review, Bat City Review, Salt Hill Journal, Columbia Poetry Review, Linebreak, Quarterly West, Best New Poets 2012 & elsewhere. You can follow her on twitter @meghanpriv or visit her website: meghanprivitello.blogspot.com.

Thanks to Meghan for contributing to the Tattooed Poets Project on Tattoosday!

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