The cover art from Socks by Beverly Cleary, done by Brandon Bartholomew in Cotati, CA.
"Je est un autre" - "I is somebody else" One of my favorite quotes done in Rimbaud’s Handwriting
“My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?” ― David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas
My tattoo is a comet in honour of the comet birthmarks linking the characters in Cloud Atlas.
"But I have promises to keep.." tattoo from Robert Frosts’ Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.
I have a tattoo of a book on my back; not any book in specific, just a plain open book. Though I love books, my reasoning behind this tattoo is a bit deeper than the fact I really like reading.
I have a tattoo of a book because I am human. I believe literature is the only thing that makes us different than the monkeys and whales and insects. Stories are what make us special. Books give us a magical power: we can experience life through the eyes of another. We can feel and see and hear the things that someone else feels and sees and hears, through books. No other animals can relate to one another like that.
Books give us empathy.
Books make us human.
I usually don’t comment on submissions, but wow!! That’s really beautiful.
- Mod A
My new tattoo: inspired by T.S. Eliot’s Four Quartets, specifically the lines “the still point of the turning world” and “so the darkness shall be the light and the stillness the dancing.” Best of all? The font is called “Dancing Script.”
My Deathly Hallows symbol done at Ancient Art Tattoo in Norfolk, Virginia.
T.S. Eliot (Four Quartets)
My Sylvia Plath inspired tattoo. The red tulip is from her poem “Tulips”, and the fig leaf and “I am” are from The Bell Jar.
A full explanation of the tattoo can be found on my blog HERE.
From J.D. Salinger’s Franny and Zooey:
I remember about the fifth time I ever went on ‘Wise Child.’ … Anyway, I started bitching one night before the broadcast. Seymour’d told me to shine my shoes just as I was going out the door with Waker. I was furious. The studio audience were all morons, and I just damn well wasn’t going to shine my shoes for them, I told Seymour. I said they couldn’t see them anyway, where we sat. He said to shine them anyway. He said to shine them for the Fat Lady. I didn’t know what the hell he was talking about, but he had a very Seymour look on his face, so I did it. He never did tell me who the Fat Lady was, but I shined my shoes for the Fat Lady every time I ever went on the air again.. it seemed goddam clear why Seymour wanted me to shine my shoes when I went on the air. It made sense. There isn’t anyone out there who isn’t Seymour’s Fat Lady… There isn’t anyone anywhere that isn’t Seymour’s Fat Lady.