Sunday, 15 November 2015

THE INK IN MY SKIN, WHERE THE NEEDLE WENT IN

I realised recently that I have not written a blog post that wasn't about zines or literature in forever. Or, like, since May, when I wrote about a gig in my shitty town. Anyway, I decided that it was about time I wrote about something the fuck else, so here I am with a post about tattoos. Tattoos that I have and tattoos that I want. Because who doesn't love tattoos?!? Exactly. No one. Well... Plenty of people probably don't, but fuck those people, they're idiots.

Anyway, as you may or may not know I did not lose my tattoo virginity until last August at the ripe old age of 27. I got a line from an Against Me! song on the outside of my right forearm and it looks little something like this...



They say that you never just get one tattoo. That shit is addictive. You get one, and then you get another, and another and another, and so on. Well, I have had a pretty tight year, financially speaking, so I did not jump back on the bandwagon immediately. I had to wait over a year, but in September, I set Luke loose on my arm once again. This time on the inside of my right forearm. This time another music related tattoo. This time not Against Me! but Frank motherfucking Turner...


"Worse Things Happen At Sea" is the title of one of my favourite Frank songs (it is also a pretty damn good expression), the anchor was a design that I pilfered from Google image search which Luke customised, and the FTHC bit at the top is Frank's logo (The HC stands for hardcore). That logo hurt like a motherbitch. I assumed that the wrist would hurt the most but nope. When I got my first tattoo it was the end nearest the elbow which hurt the most too. Apparently I have weak elbows or something.

I already have ideas for my next two and hope it won't be a year until I can get them done. Next, I want a Jason Voorhees. Again on my forearm, this time on the top. What I want is a simplified, flash style version of the cover image from Friday The 13th Part 4: The Final Chapter. Because it is my favourite Jason movie and, well, it looks badass. I spent almost a whole day scouring the depths of the internet to find examples of what I wanted but came up short. That is, until I stumbled across an old flash sheet of Luke's from 2013 on Facebook and it contained exactly what I want...


After Jason I then want a Bukowski tattoo. I know this post wasn't going to be about literature, but apparently everything always comes back to literature. I have always wanted a Bukowski tattoo of some description but the problem is that I can't decide exactly what to get. Do I get one of my favourite quotes, or a line from a poem, or a visual interpretation of a favourite poem? The truth is that I will probably end up with all of those things at some stage, but first of all what I want is a design based on Buk's headstone...


The "Don't Try" refers to creativity. If you want to do something, don't think about it, don't talk about it, DO IT. I don't know if Buk was a fan of Star Wars (probably not) but it also has pangs of the Yoda quote "Do or do not. There is no try". I like that and it very much echoes the DIY punk ethos that I try to live by. The boxer part. I don't know what that meant to Bukowski exactly, but to me, I love boxing and whilst I have never laced up a pair of gloves myself I am big admirer of those that do.

I could probably come up with a million and one other things that I want to get. I want an R2D2. I want Black Flag bars. I want a little black cat. I want something to do with zines and PAPER AND INK. I want a little pizza slice. I want "Meet me in Montauk". And of course there is the one I have been talking about for years... The knuckle tattoos. I always said that I would get MEAT FREE tattooed on my knuckles to celebrate 10 years of being vegetarian. Well, that year is now but I don't think I am ready for knuckle tattoos just yet. Maybe that will be a 15 year celebration. Pretty much nobody I have ever told about that one have thought it was a good idea. Knuckle tattoos are typically detrimental to your job prospects, I know, but the thing is... I really don't give a fuck. I work a shitty job, I make zines and I write. When I am fifty I will still be working shitty jobs, making zines and writing. If somebody doesn't want to employ me because I am an arrogant vegetarian who wears his heart on his sleeve then, my friend, that ain't the job for me anyway.

I will probably get another Frank Turner tattoo as well. Possibly the line "Life is too short to live without poetry", possibly "I am disappeared", possibly something else, probably all of the above. It was actually something Frank said at one of his shows that made me finally get off my arse and get my first tattoo. He was talking about a recent tattoo that he'd had done and said that to him, people that don't get tattoos are like the people that leave the plastic wrapping on their new furniture. I didn't want to be one of those people.

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