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Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Poe Poster



Not that I have a competetive streak, but another contest called my name.


The Poe Museum in Richmond, Virginia, is sponsoring a contest for a Poe logo for his
bicentennial in 2009. I am foolishly fond of Edgar Allan Poe and his works. This is something I just had to do. So here is the artwork. I thought pen and ink was the way to go.


Although I fear Edgar would be quite alarming at times, I find him a complex and perplexing individual. My kind of guy. He will be in my next book. The Scythians are following Mr. Poe.

He wouldn't have it any other way.


Tattoos and Time




Recently one of my patients came in for routine testing. Mr S has been coming in for these tests for over ten years. Each time he tells a joke and defers most questions to his wife of fiftysix years. In order to do the test he had to roll up his sleeve. I'd seen his arm for the ten previous years, but that day something just touched my heart. Maybe because it was Martin Luther King's birthday, maybe it's just that time in my life, but I had to write how I felt.




Remembering Mr S -- I Saw Your Tattoo and Wept

I saw your tattoo
as you reached for your grandson's hand
No tiger, nor chain, nor heart nor lover's name
one letter, four numbers, blue ink

As you reached for your grandson's hand
Your sleeve slid up to reveal
one letter, four numbers, blue ink
indelible reminder of atrocities survived

Your sleeve slid up to reveal
a message of hate during an act of love
indelible reminder of atrocities survived
eclipsed for a moment by a gentle gesture.

A message of hate during an act of love
No tiger, nor chain, nor heart nor lover's name
eclipsed for a moment by a gentle gesture
I saw your tattoo



Tattoos have been used for centuries to communicate messages.
Viggo Mortensen's Nikolai in Eastern Promises wore his criminal resume on his body.
(Excellent movie and message, great tattoos)
I found a tin nicho which reminds me of the churches on Viggo/Nikolai's back and thought,
hmmm, this would be great for a shrine based on the poem.
The tattoos on the Siberian Ice Maiden have also contributed to my obsession, hence the beginning of a book about Scythians and their superb horses and tattoos, oh yes, and gold.

By the way Mr and Mrs S, who also wears a similar tattoo, I will remember you and will continue to remind people that genocide is happening again and again today.

Art has a voice and artists have many ways of speaking for those whose voices are silent.


This poem is my submission to Artella's Poetry contest. Wish me luck!
The shrine is a work in progress.

Sunday, February 17, 2008

Roadtrip


Headed north yesterday to the town of Woodstock, which also inspired the setting for my vampire tale. As we drove up I saw more and more snow on the ground. By the time we reached Woodstock I saw remnants of ten inches or so, but the weather was mild and it was clear sailing. Geods, aragonite and some very funky Chinese dragon beads in bone were collected here and there. I'm sure they will find their way into an assemblage or shrine in the near future.

Helen and I had a yummy lunch at Joshua's and wandered around town for a while. I love the energy in that area of New York. It makes me feel really good for quite a while.

Back home a package from the Edgar Allan Poe Museum in Baltimore was waiting for me.

I'll be writing a story for and about Mr. Poe in the near future. He is quite intriguing.


Thursday, February 14, 2008

Prisoner of Love


Well, it seems I've returned from the dead, or rather, the undead. Sidetracked by my vampire novel, I have neglected my shrines. Fortunately I am on the home stretch with the vamps and my shrine compulsion has resurfaced. Many times I am inspired by my patients, who come in to have their hearts imaged, Today, St. Valentine's Day, brought an elderly gentleman in for a test.
He was understandabley anxious and had 'a thousand questions'. We were able to put his mind at ease as far as the procedure, but he explained why he was so concerned. It seems he helps care for his wife of over fifty years. She suffered a stroke ten years ago. He spoke of her tenderly, with loving words. "Yes, you see, I'm a prisoner of love." I do see, Sal. Life blesses us and curses us. Somehow I think you and your wife have the best of the bargain .
There's a tin nicho with your name on it just waiting for a transformation. Thank you my sweet man for the perfect Valentine gift, love.
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