The Word Made Flesh

The name Infant Tyrone is a self-disparaging joke from Gravity’s Rainbow.  There’s a hundred ‘Slothrop’ and ‘Tyrone Slothrop’ handles out there, but “Infant Tyrone” is a joke about the size of an infant’s erection (1.5 inches).  I figured, ten years ago, that there wouldn’t be any other Infant Tyrones.
  For fifteen years I’ve wanted an image of a V2 rocket over my heart with Slothrop’s battle cry “Fickt Nicht mit der Raketmensch!”  I kept putting it off, year after year.  I could never finalize a design, and I was always a little reluctant to have anything tattooed in German.
  Today I just went and did it.  No point in prevaricating. 
  Rocketman is aroused by the idea of his own destruction.  How do you hurt somebody like that?  You can drug him, torture him, dress him up in a giant pig costume, take his name and identity and friends, but a guy who only gets a boner when he’s about to be blown up?  How do you hurt that? You can’t kill him.  He just fades into the wilderness, drifting apart into pieces of sky and cloud and wind and earth.
  I haven’t felt this good in weeks.

The name Infant Tyrone is a self-disparaging joke from Gravity’s Rainbow.  There’s a hundred ‘Slothrop’ and ‘Tyrone Slothrop’ handles out there, but “Infant Tyrone” is a joke about the size of an infant’s erection (1.5 inches).  I figured, ten years ago, that there wouldn’t be any other Infant Tyrones.

  For fifteen years I’ve wanted an image of a V2 rocket over my heart with Slothrop’s battle cry “Fickt Nicht mit der Raketmensch!”  I kept putting it off, year after year.  I could never finalize a design, and I was always a little reluctant to have anything tattooed in German.

  Today I just went and did it.  No point in prevaricating. 

  Rocketman is aroused by the idea of his own destruction.  How do you hurt somebody like that?  You can drug him, torture him, dress him up in a giant pig costume, take his name and identity and friends, but a guy who only gets a boner when he’s about to be blown up?  How do you hurt that? You can’t kill him.  He just fades into the wilderness, drifting apart into pieces of sky and cloud and wind and earth.

  I haven’t felt this good in weeks.

  1. dystopiancircus reblogged this from tattoolit
  2. williamjheinecke reblogged this from tattoolit
  3. heartbroken-by-midnight reblogged this from tattoolit
  4. ratchet-phi-ratchet reblogged this from tattoolit
  5. fionagrapple reblogged this from tattoolit and added:
    I have been meaning to read this book for ages.
  6. infant-tyrone reblogged this from traversefamilypicnic and added:
    I suppose since I changed my tumblr name I’m no longer credited for this. At least I’ve got the real thing on my chest.
  7. wordzofthawize reblogged this from tattoolit
  8. traversefamilypicnic reblogged this from tattoolit and added:
    enormously jealous
  9. darkestknight reblogged this from tattoolit
  10. Infant Tyrone submitted this to tattoolit