Thursday, April 21, 2016

Jenn McCreary's Owl (The Tattooed Poet's Project)

Our next tattooed poet is Jenn McCreary:

Jenn explains how her owl came to perch on her arm:
"This tattoo was done by Anna Paige, owner of & artist at No Ka Oi Tiki in Philadelphia. It was in part a cover-up job— concealing my first tattoo, a woman’s face in a crescent moon on my shoulder—which I’d gotten around my 21st birthday.
I’d been thinking about this piece for over a year & had collected a folder of images of Athena’s owl, including the Athenian owl on the Greek drachma, which I turned over to Paige during our consult. 
When I went back for the ink appointment & Paige showed me her design I told her it was way too big. She countered that it was exactly the size it needed to be to fit the musculature of my shoulder/arm & look properly anchored, & was still high enough to be covered by a short sleeve, should I ever need to hide it. She drew it on a piece of saran wrap & held it to my arm to prove the point. She was right. 
It took about four hours. We talked about cooking & listened to country music. Paige let me watch until it was almost finished& then instructed me to turn away while she finished, particularly the eyes, which she’d saved for last.​"​

Jenn sent us the following poem, as well:

owls do cry

o on the bats’s back       on a night in summer    a
night like now        on the lawn       or in the grotto
or by  the japonica     or under the tamarind

&  after summer            &  the  creases will come
out in    the air        &  o kind air  that could never
fulfill any promise

o air that is a green & violet & silver thought     is
a shiny thing    is equal parts vinegar & glitter   is
glitter-bright     is vinegar-sharp

& now in this hush     & now we shall have broken
clouds         &  now  snow           &  now  a  cozy
feather      & now sleeping does opens secrets

o faultless hiding place      o moon swallowed by
owl’s   wing            o   moon   that   sends   you
back     o seized again

& with a burning one of its million hands         &
struggle does begin again    & again       & goes
on      & on       & does never finish

~ ~ ~

Jenn McCreary’s most recent full-length collection, & now my feet are maps, is available from Dusie Press; sections were adapted for stage with the playwright Kathy Vinogradoff for performances at Small Press Traffic’s Poets Theater in the East Bay, CA, & at the Asian Arts Initiative in Philadelphia. Other ​books include The Dark Mouth of Living (Horse Less Press), :ab ovo: (Dusie Press), a doctrine of signatures (Singing Horse Press), & Odyssey & Oracle (Least Weasel Press).

2013 Pew Fellow in the Arts for poetry, she lives in Philadelphia with her family where she edits ixnay press.

Thanks to Jenn for sharing her cool tattoo and poem with us here on Tattoosday's Tattooed Poets Project!

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