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Tattoo Land
Tattoo Land
Tattoo Land
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Tattoo Land

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    Tattoo Land - Kathleen McCracken

    Formatting note:

    In the electronic versions of this book blank pages that appear in the paperback have been removed.

    TATTOO LAND

    Kathleen McCracken

    Publishers of singular Fiction, Poetry, Nonfiction, Drama, Translation and Graphic Books

    2009

    All rights reserved; copyright © Kathleen McCracken, 2009

    ISBN

    978-1-55096-128-7 (pbk)

    978-1-55096-745-6 (epub)

    978-1-55096-746-3 (MOBI)

    978-1-55096-747-0 (PDF)

    Design and Composition by KellEnK Styleset

    Cover/Interior Lithograph by permission of Gabriela Campos

    Published by Exile Editions Ltd ~ www.ExileEditions.com

    144483 Southgate Road 14 – GD, Holstein, Ontario, N0G 2A0

    PDF, ePUB and MOBI versions by Melissa Campos Mendivil

    Publication Copyright © Exile Editions, 2009. All rights reserved We gratefully acknowledge, for their support toward our publishing activities, the Canada Council for the Arts, the Government of Canada through the Canada Book Fund, the Ontario Arts Council, and the Ontario Media Development Corporation.

    Exile Editions eBooks are for personal use of the original buyer only. You may not modify, transmit, publish, participate in the transfer or sale of, reproduce, create derivative works from, distribute, perform, display, or in any way exploit, any of the content of this eBook, in whole or in part, without the expressed written consent of the publisher; to do so is an infringement of the copyright and other intellectual property laws. Any inquiries regarding publication rights, translation rights, or film rights –or if you consider this version to be a pirated copy – please contact us via e-mail at: info@exileeditions.com

    for J

    solo amado

    So this Green Automobile:

    I give you in flight

    a present, a present

    from my imagination.

    —ALLEN GINSBERG, The Green Automobile

    Footprints runnin’ ’cross the silver sand

    Steps goin’ down into tattoo land

    I met the sons of darkness and the sons of light

    In the bordertowns of despair

    —BOB DYLAN,Dignity

    Contents

    I

    Snow Tea

    II

    Snow Moon

    Will It Fly?

    Just the Sky

    Airships

    Windfall

    Trains at Tempe

    Allen Ginsberg’s Bed

    Bob Dylan’s Paintings

    The Map Is Not the Territory

    At Medicine Lake

    Angelino

    The Etymology of Animal

    Totem Dreams

    White Horse

    Green Snake

    Red Otter

    Burying the Raven

    Ottersong

    Flight

    III

    The Creation of Man

    Sleeping in Your Mother’s House

    Enter Tezcatlipoca

    Virtual

    No More Knives

    Leaving Azure for Jasper

    Caz

    Feathers

    Ease

    Bone Tattoo

    Ancient Twins

    Lemniscate

    What Gold We Gather

    My You

    Kilrea in Gemini

    Torr Head

    The Elephants in Ann Street

    Drinking Mojitos with Ali in the Japanese Restaurant in Belfast

    Big Yellow Boots

    Waiting for Snow

    Jackalope High

    The House with One Hundred Rooms

    IV

    Threshold

    Density/Distance

    Tench

    Hollow Bone

    Seven Poems after Frida Kahlo They Ask for Planes and Only Get Straw Wings

    The Flying Bed

    The Mask

    The Wounded Deer

    Thinking about Death

    The Dream

    Roots

    Un Hombre del Camino

    La Casa del Anhelo

    Sueño del Padre

    The Sun on His Back

    Tattoo Land

    Acknowledgements

    I

    Snow Tea

    for Robert and Shirley McCracken

    That June the lilacs came in heavy

    as if they knew something about the summer in store.

    Fiesta, we called them, manna from the western mountains.

    (I was ten, he was thirty seven)

    With a bone hilted Texas jackknife

    he cut their corded stems

    through milkweed pastures carried them

    armfuls of raincloud, back to me counting

    nickels in his flatbed pickup truck.

    ***

    A

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