"This design, an embellished version of the City Lights Books logo, was my first tattoo. At the time, I felt it important to make a permanent vow to poetry on my skin itself, and no design better represented a commitment to challenging, innovative poetry than the City Lights logo. The artist was a jerk, the piece didn't heal that well, and it's certainly faded over time, too. And while I've gone on to get other, more technically impressive tattoos over the years, this one remains my favorite. The tattoo, like my poems themselves, might be cracked and imperfect, but it persists nevertheless, just like the poems themselves."Chris also sent us this poem:
The Harrowing
When I was a child
I talked like I was taught
to say that signifiers
form a complex
web. Then I became
a man & placed a postage
stamp of a famous Modernist
on my Verizon bill. So
Jacques Derrida where
is the solace for I
am balding &
hemorrhoidal. See I saw
the oblivion & when I stopped
to drink it in, I missed dibs
on the astrolabe
& so was left to throw
rocks at wind chimes, torch
the observatory, bury it all elbow down
& salt the ground as after-
thought. Jacques
Lacan, why do I bother. I was soiled
before I even began & still could
care less how we harrow
unless it meant to thresh
as in limen, this boring
earth turned vortex
through which I might finally
try to tesser.
~ ~ ~
Thanks to Chris for sharing his tattoo and poem with us here on Tattoosday's Tattooed Poets Project!
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