This weeked: framing many many broadsides and an overdue haircut. Still thinking about getting a tattoo. It's weird, but it seems like it would help. I watch Miami Ink a lot (or at least I did until the channel became possessed by some kind of audio problem that renders everyone's voices mute, and makes the background music really really loud), and it always interests me how many people come to get tattoos as a way of making peace with something: commemorating their loved ones, or making a statement for themselves about putting a part of the past away. Although tattooed people are certainly of my acquaintance, I have never really asked anyone why they got one.
Tonight I am going to try to work on poetry for the first time in a very long time. Applies to Oranges, with its themes of loss, alienation, and miscommunication seems more relevant than ever, although I can't tell anymore whether I identify more with the narrator, stuck on his podunk island among his ruined orchards, or the unnamed You that he apostrophes, out there, somewhere, and no idea why he/she left.
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