Our next Tattooed Poet o' the Week is Catherine Bresner.
She sent us photos of two of her tattoos, starting with this literary ink:
The line that marches across Catherine's collarbone and around her shoulder is "
mi corazón se cierra como una flor nocturna."
Catherine explains,
"My first tattoo is on my collarbone and is a line from one of my favorite poets, Pablo Neruda. It is from his poem 'I Have Gone Marking', which is in Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair. The translation is 'My heart closes like a nocturnal flower'. I grew up near the ocean and in this way I suppose I have always felt a sort of kinship with Neruda. We both draw inspiration from the sea."
She also shared this one:
Catherine explains:
"My second tattoo is on my upper arm, and it is part of Aubrey Beardsley's illustration entitled "The Peacock Skirt" (1893).
Aubrey Beardsley was an Art Nouveau artist and author. This is the image that Oscar Wilde used to promote his tragedy Salome, and it depicts the Syrian Captain of the Guard who casts his gaze on Salome.
I am haunted by Beardsley's artwork, and by this picture in particular, because it is seductive and sinister. I also loved the story behind its origination, as Beardsley and Wilde often collaborated together in order to create their art.
Both tattoos were done by the very talented Tim Brewer, who owns a tattoo shop in Hadley, Massachusetts called Blueprint Gallery."
Catherine was also kind enough to share the following unpublished poem:
LACUNA
The ivy presses against the window pane as if this room were the sun—as if this was the center
of everything, here, among the tables and books. The pillars are endless, their flirtations growing
like ivy from beneath floorboards; they nuzzle the skylight panes.
(Outside: the bird caw and the daisy’s slow decay.)
Everything is sinuous and coy, each wallpaper detail like a belly dancer, exotic and surprising.
Each lampshade, a crocus. Walls are not walls here.
In the orange light of a sunset, the cherry wood glows like the first ember in a forest fire.
This room gives off its own light.
Outside, the wind pulls at the last patch of grass until it turns tawny and brittle. The sun is a gas
lamp dimming out.
~ ~ ~
Catherine Bresner is the author of the chapbook
The Merriam Webster Series. She was the editorial assistant of
Pilot Books, an intern for
The Massachusetts Review, and a participant of the
Juniper Summer Writing Institute. Her poetry has been published in
The Pinch,
H_NGM_N, and
Burntdistrict and has poetry forthcoming in
The Cream City Review and
Yemassee, where she was a finalist for the
Pocataligo Poetry Contest. She is currently pursuing an MFA in poetry at
The University of Washington, Seattle, where she is the associate editor for
The Seattle Review and an intern at
Wave Books.
Thanks to Catherine for her contribution to the Tattooed Poets Project on Tattoosday!
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