Jill sent along this explanation of the tattoo:
"My Tattoo is about 20 years old and has lost a lot of its luster and definition from too many years under the sun’s glare. In case you can’t make out what it is, it is a representation of a thumbprint (mine actually) and it sits on the place on my back where all my tension resides – very good for showing people where to massage!
The back story is that before I was born my father lost the first section of his index finger in an industry accident and they took out the bone and used the empty skin with his fingerprint on to seal the wound, so his fingerprint was on the back of his finger. I took the idea of this, plus the idea of Japanese tattoo artists getting the skin of their clients after they die, and imagined my thumb print skinned, stretched and pinned to my back. It was made by Daemon Rowanchilde at Urban Primitive in Toronto, Canada – I think I was one of his early clients – but in no way does it do his work justice. [Click through artist and shop name for further reference.]"Jill sent in this poem, as well:
Time and Gravity
In Asheville, despite white gauzy curtains,
the noon light is shrill on our aging bodies
five score of skin blemishes and creases
we celebrate the end of a four-day journey
with intertwined flesh across expensive white sheets
- our mouths dark with bacon grease
we pocket our bodies between duvet and flesh
sing the body electric, caress the plains of skin
play an invisible theremin as our hands work the air
Time continues its gnawing ravaged magic
in cahoots with its old friend, Gravity
- we appear as ancient, out of work porn stars
on trips, a strange reversal: you are neater than a pin,
fussy about spilling food in the car
while I cast clothes and towels around the hotel room
leave wrappers and empty cups for later
I rejoice in the occasional liberty of maybe
- will every role turn inside out?
there is a clarity at this blue-ridged, southern altitude
where the streets are paved with vegans
we see beyond the occluded
to the unguarded place sometimes glimpsed
and check the box next to “mountain towns I like”
- hello, Salida, Gunnison, Telluride
repurposed health food store is a repository of sound
Dr. Bob’s touchable, playable machines – toy land for my boy
there is nothing more apt, the weekend before Halloween,
than the spectral sounds delighting the swollen town
Silver Apples of the Moon fall into The Magnetic Fields
- costumed revelers throng every street
we track the impending hurricane
curled together from the safety of the pillow’d bed
our plan to hike Grandfather Mountain abandoned
to race north on the skirt of the storm
autumn’s radiant foliage’s challenge will be to stay tree-side
- he said: being together is all that matters
~ ~ ~
Jill is widely published across North America and the UK. Her first book, Hard Candy, was received to great acclaim and nominated for the Gerald Lampert Award. She has written several plays and solo works, including How I learned to live with obsession as well as Ecce Homo and Hard Candy – enhanced monologues for dance and voice. Jill has written the libretti for two short operas, Netsuke and Ashlike on the Cradle of the Wind, produced by Tapestry New Opera Works, and produced an electro acoustic sound art project, LinguaElastic, as part of the Canadian Music Centre’s New Music in New Places series. Dark Star Requiem, for which she wrote the libretto, premiered at Toronto’s Luminato Festival in June 2010. Her new project, Sleeptalker, will soon appear on stage. Jill’s third book of poems, Dark Star Requiem, was recently published by Folded & Gathered Press. Her new book, The Ecstatic Torture of Gratitude, has just been published by Guernica Editions. Gratitude Songs – a CD of selected poems set to music – is available as a free download from Bandcamp.
More info on Jill here:
jillbattson.bandcamp.com/album/gratitude-songs
jillspoetbureau.blogspot.com
www.facebook.com/JillBattsonPoet
http://soundcloud.com/jillbattson
Thanks to Jill for sharing her tattoo and poem with us here on Tattoosday!
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