The Sirens of Titan, Kurt Vonnegut
"Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt" Slaughterhouse Five, Kurt Vonnegut. Tattoo by: Greg Chormann of Living Canvas Tattoo in Arizona.
My newest tattoo. Humanist and author Kurt Vonnegut. part of a literary sleeve that will hopefully be finished by the time I get my Master’s in Library Science.
This is my first tattoo inspired by Kurt Vonnegut Jr.’s short story Harrison Burgeron. The story begins with the line, “THE YEAR WAS 2081, and everybody was finally equal.” But it isn’t a good thing, the story is about the dangers of complete equality. To me, it’s a reminder to celebrate the attributes that make people unique and never wish to be what I am not.
Kurt Vonnegut, Timequake
When I first read Kurt Vonnegut I was amazed at how much his work really spoke to me. Out of all the things he drew, I felt the most fitting tribute was his ‘self-portrait’. I got this done in Rochester, NY. I’m proud to carry him with me.
From Robert Frost’s “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.”
By Ben Wahhh at Deluxe Tattoo in Chicago. I just gave him the text of the poem and asked for something that evoked the scene of the poem and incorporated the last line. I love what he came up with.
The Full Poem:
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there’s been some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
|—||Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights (via alessiascurati)|
The Outsiders has always been a big part of my life, so about a year ago I got this tattoo to commemorate my favorite book.
"I wake to sleep and take my waking slow
I learn by going where I have to go.”
-Theodore Roethke’s The Waking