Brian explains:
"Having grown up in the punk rock community, it was probably inevitable I would get ink at some point. Born in 1984, I caught the third wave of punk rock, bands that, for the most part, never had the success of punk pioneers like The Clash, Sex Pistols, or The Ramones. Though those bands mattered to me, especially The Clash, I grew up going to shows in Philly to catch The Lawrence Arms, Bouncing Souls, Against Me!, Hot Water Music, and countless others. The flame on my left arm is Hot Water Music’s iconic flame/water logo, a tattoo ubiquitous at any HWM show.
Brian sent us this tattoo-related poem to accompany his contribution:The tattoo on my leg [second photo] is an image of Scott Sinclair’s artwork. Sinclair made a name for himself doing nearly all of Hot Water Music’s album covers. The other tattoo on my arm [below the Hot Water Music logo] is a replica of an early printing press stamp, my lone literary tattoo. All of my ink was done in Scranton, at the shops Slinging’ Ink and Mental Mayhem."
Inked
I catch her
at the café
where she
used to captivate me
with Mother Jones,
Z,
The Nation,
the only publications
worth writing for, she said.
She’s back
from her train-hopping
trip,
Clash
lyrics inked on her arm.
At 15, I
was her foot soldier
in an activist army,
proud with a practiced punk sneer,
blue
liberty spikes.
I cut my
hair for college,
aced
entrance exams,
returned to report the news.
I see you’re still writing
fabricated
bullshit,
she says,
kissing
the inked
words on her arm.
While you've been going mainstream,
I've been hopping trains,
fronting
bands,
spreading truth through zines,
copied
and stapled DIY style.
I can’t
listen to her
rant about the latest
political
prisoner,
CIA-backed
coup,
coffee
that’s not fair trade.
I am, in
my suit and tie,
the man we
used to call
the enemy,
regular 9-5 worker
because when I broke
in
I thought
reporters were brash,
each
one a Woodward or Bernstein.
But who
reads bylines buried on A16?
The news
is old by tomorrow afternoon.
No words
newspapers publish are picked
for
first tattoos.
We wash
smudged newsprint from our hands.
Tattooed lyrics
sink into our skin,
last
as long as we last.
~ ~ ~
Brian Fanelli’s poetry has been twice nominated for the Pushcart Prize and the Working Class Studies Association’s Tillie Olsen Creative Writing Award. His work has been published by The Los Angeles Times, World Literature Today, Blue Collar Review, North Chicago Review, Portland Review, Boston Literary Magazine, Spillway, Inkwell, and several other publications. He is the author of the chapbook Front Man (Big Table Publishing) and the full-length collection All That Remains (Unbound Content). Brian has an M.F.A. from Wilkes University and teaches English full-time at Lackawanna College in Scranton, PA, while completing his Ph.D. at SUNY Binghamton.
Thanks to Brian for sharing his tattoos and poem with us here on The Tattooed Poets Project!
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