west gone east
My wife's father is one of the most respected tattoo artists in Europe. My view of that profession changed a bit after that. I like the title of this haiku - that is almost longer than the poem. Reminds me of one of my shortest pieces for solo-mandolin that's called: Jomfru Maria skrid yver vatnet Totak. (The Virgin Mary is walking over the lake Totak).
i never understood the fascination of tattoos. illustrating to all, at a glance: where you were - who you were - what you did, etc. etc ... is bound to be something of an embarrassment in later life. i remember very well what i was like at 17 - i don't need (or want) a graphic reminder. to me, people with tattoos - romantics all - have this need to burn it into their skin to make it all seem real - as if living it day by day isn't enough.
I never had a tattoo, or felt like I wanted it, either. But most part of my family has actually got a tattoo, and some got many. Romantics? Maybe. The poem is - in my view - not only about having pictures burned physically into your skin, it's also a symbol for burning emotional images into the soul, dead pictures from the past that we cannot get rid of and that's getting uglier and uglier.
Post a Comment