For the last few years, I’ve been kicking around the idea of getting a tattoo. I can envision it very clearly: Helvetica Bold, shoulderblade, “Vi Veri Veniversum Vivus Vici.” Tasteful and alliterative. But, thanks to Chris and his magical powers of pornography screen captures, that idea has finally gone away.
(Behind the break for kind-of NSFW. Also, gay.)
Yes, that is my favorite e.e. cummings poem, tattooed on a porn star. And even after a few hours, I can’t decide whether I find it incredibly hot or completely horrific.
And it’s for exactly that reason — that even the best reasoned, most intellectual tattoos can somehow backfire colossally — that I’ve finally decided not to get inked. Good riddance, I guess.
hmm, I don’t really see how it colossally backfired. I mean, you weren’t even going to get that as a tattoo, you were going to get something else. plus, you don’t know that the poem doesn’t hold meaning for him. porn stars are people too! (considering the economy, he probably has a BA in english from a prestigious liberal arts college, ha…) I’m obviously a fan of tattoos, but I think it really matters if you will be happy with it forever. and if this is enough to dissuade you, you’re making the right decision.
love,
your very happily inked friend