tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949111804281859698.post299650697209916386..comments2012-12-21T22:14:00.916-08:00Comments on bill kilpatrick haiku: blue blurred words tattoo haikubill kilpatrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03672904702448622324noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949111804281859698.post-69745174000059906122010-12-13T22:59:11.597-08:002010-12-13T22:59:11.597-08:00I never had a tattoo, or felt like I wanted it, ei...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.Erkepoetenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14508803626677414187noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949111804281859698.post-20696923663237927452010-12-13T15:13:44.746-08:002010-12-13T15:13:44.746-08:00i never understood the fascination of tattoos. il...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.bill kilpatrickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03672904702448622324noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3949111804281859698.post-26758683588503598842010-11-30T22:06:10.903-08:002010-11-30T22:06:10.903-08:00My wife's father is one of the most respected ...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).Erkepoetenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14508803626677414187noreply@blogger.com