This Sunday I will be getting some new tat work done. On my ribcage, I will be getting the phrase we all hold dear which is “en medias res” As you know, a writing term meaning “start in the middle.” I’m doing this because I’m re-starting my life again, sort of. One of my friends is becoming a tattoo apprentice so to show love we’re all going out to let him brand us forever. On my left arm, I will be getting in tiny letters, “dont be a wimp” after my friend told me a story involving Andrew WK writing this on cue cards and handing it out to people in NYC recently, and because it is hilarious. I will also be getting a dandelion after Ray Bradbury’s Dandelion Wine on my right arm, though I still haven’t picked which line from the work will forever appear on my arm at the top of the image. With 48 hours to go and counting. My friend has an entire sleeve of Fahrenheit 451 which I actually think is amazing. But still, I can’t stop thinking about a panel I was at last spring which Brian Evenson was sitting on, and when he told a story about a guy who went up to him and showed him a tattoo he had gotten of work Brian had written. I can’t quote directly but the sentiment Brian gave to the audience was something to the effect of that he was a little freaked out by it. Would Bradbury tell me I shouldn’t get this tattoo? 48 hours and counting. Tick-tock. (Oh, and no, I’m not going to tell you about the other awful tattoos I have they’re too bad for words)
i keep trying to post the cover version of a woman and two boys writing but google images won’t let me. le sigh