bzzzzzzz bzzzzzz bz bzzYou have committed yourself to hours of torment willingly. You have just stepped under a beehive and smashed it with a stick intentionally. You want to do it and know full well you will survive, but the needle piercing and scratching for what feels like is eternity is not number one on your bucket list. But nothing they tell you can relieve that tension. They will tell you the time flies right by. That its a light scratch rather than a scathing sunburn being smacked. People will tell you that it won’t hurt that much, that its more like a mosquito bite than a bee sting. Maybe from here I can document the history of us, to continue to tell the stories of our bodies and of our souls.Īpprehension. My brothers and I are the first members of either side of our parents families to ink our skin. We cannot just walk up to another person and tell them these stories, but these allow us in a small way to introduce those stories.Īnother way I want to look at these is through the lens of family history. As Willis and Harris put it: “They illuminate the meaning-making necessary to write his life in a way not easily achievable using paper and pencil” or in this case speech. These tattoos reveal something that we cannot simply just tell people outright, hey this is my story, but rather they invite the telling of the stories. This is not something which is exclusive to the tattoos of my brothers and I, but something that is common across all tattoos. In every tattoo we see common figurative strategies used within the text. One thing to notice about all of these tattoos is the highly literate acts taking place. Why not use it to tell a story worth telling. My story is still being written, in my head, in my heart, and more and more all over my body. WE MUST value the highly literate acts that are taking place on the skins that many of us ink and use these to build community within and without our classrooms. To disregard the tattoos that tell these stories is to disregard the lives of those that hold them, all we of us are only the stories we tell. sometimes rhyming and sometimes reasoning, sometimes not. It is something similar to the poetry of Shakespeare, as he had fourteen lines to tell the story of love, and love lost, we have fourteen inches to write our story in. It takes incredible craft and thought to weave a story into ten square inches of space on the canvas of our body. For generations we have neglected to realize the significance they hold in each individual’s lives. One of them is that tattoos, markings of the skin, are an undervalued form of literate art. Over the past 15 weeks there are many things that I have learned and will continue to learn for the rest of my life. Living in the way the speech describes is difficult. This speech is about living life with compassion, living life realizing what is going on in and around you, and living thinking about things that matter. This quote is from my favorite speech of all time. What? This tells a story of a love of literature and a love of words. This is water.” Doesn’t make sense right? This is water. A story about friends unwilling to forget.īelow is a tattoo “This is water. So in this ink I am able to tell a story of brotherhood between friends. While he was living we all gave him shit for the impulse that went into the decision, but once he was gone realized that was something we loved about him. The one tattoo that this friend had was a zebra on a hang glider. Close to a year ago my best friend since the age of 4 died in a tragic car crash. It may seem like a stupid little tattoo and yes it is from the fruit stripe gum lick-em tattoos but I think it is perfect. In the above there is a zebra on a hang glider. Until now I have not told the literate story that is taking place with my tattoos.
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