So, dear readers, today's tattooed poet is a returning contributor, William Dickenson Cohen, who first contributed in 2009 here.
This past February, I was at the Philadelphia Tattoo Arts Convention, and I left with this guy on my forearm:
Here's the one we've had in our home since the early 1990's, which survived several California earthquakes, and still diligently stands guard:
So, when I knew I was going to Philly, and learned that artist JJ Ohlinger from Prohibition Ink was working the show, I discussed the possibility of getting work from him when I was there. I told him I had wanted a Maneki-neko, and gave him free reign to come up with a design. He drew up two, changing the piece that features kanji to resemble a Pabst Blue Ribbon can. He said he looked through my Facebook feed and mostly saw posts relating to politics and beer, and he didn't think he could work our president into the cat design.
|Post-tattoo with JJ Ohlinger (right) at the Philadelphia Convention|
Back in 2009, when I snuck my own tattoo and poem into the first year of the Tattooed Poets Project, I diligently worked on a tattoo-related sestina, which I was thinking would be appropriate to re-share. I recently read it in public for the first time, and it was well-received. I decided against re-posting it but, if you're interested, you can find it here.
Instead, I offer up this new poem, hastily composed last Friday when it looked like I was going to need to fill a hole in our line-up:
My epitaph will be tattooed
Into something more permanent
But we’re kidding ourselves
If we think permanence
Is anything but temporary.
We are all data, with half-
Some shorter than others.
The red ink on my thigh
Is “falling out,” as they say,
The cells expelling molecules
When words wriggle like worms
Into the mud?
Blood is swept away
As the tattooer stretches the flesh
Disappearing into some other form
Like fading stains on the sidewalk.
I hum along to the needle’s song.
The melody is beautiful
And the machines, buzzing their approval,
Sting and sing again,
Reminding us we are alive
In the moment
Before we disappear forever.
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Please return tomorrow for our final post of the 2018 Tattooed Poets Project, and thank you for allowing me to share my newest tattoo and poem here on Tattoosday!
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