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	<title>Contrariwise: Literary Tattoos &#187; T.S. Eliot</title>
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		<title>Do I dare disturb the universe?</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Jan 2010 16:00:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jen</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;And indeed there will be time To wonder, &#8216;Do I dare?&#8217; and, &#8216;Do I dare?&#8217; Time to turn back and descend the stair, With a bald spot in the middle of my hair— [They will say: 'How his hair is growing thin!'] My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin, My necktie rich and [...]]]></description>
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<p><em>&#8220;And indeed there will be time<br />
To wonder, &#8216;Do I dare?&#8217; and, &#8216;Do I dare?&#8217;<br />
Time to turn back and descend the stair,<br />
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair—<br />
[They will say: 'How his hair is growing thin!']<br />
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,<br />
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin—<br />
[They will say: 'But how his arms and legs are thin!']<br />
<strong>Do I dare<br />
Disturb the universe? </strong><br />
In a minute there is time<br />
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.&#8221;</em></p>
<p>This is Callie&#8217;s tattoo:</p>
<blockquote><p>This is a question asked by a man in the poem &#8220;<a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1434101681?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=contrariwiseo-20&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=1434101681">The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock</a><img style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=contrariwiseo-20&amp;l=as2&amp;o=1&amp;a=1434101681" border="0" alt="" width="1" height="1" />&#8221; by T.S. Eliot (my favorite poet).  In the poem, he tries over and over to muster up the courage to pursue his dreams, but his fears and doubts always stop him.  This is my personal reminder everyday, a way to constantly ask myself, &#8220;Am I brave enough to make a difference in the world?&#8221;  I want to be able to answer, &#8220;Yes.&#8221;</p></blockquote>
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		<title>Preludes</title>
		<link>http://www.contrariwise.org/2009/09/25/preludes/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Sep 2009 13:00:22 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jen</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Preludes]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;I am moved by fancies that are curled Around these images, and cling: The notion of some infinitely gentle Infinitely suffering thing.&#8221; This is Drew&#8217;s tattoo: This quote is take from &#8220;Preludes&#8220; by T.S Eliot.  I first encountered this poem at age 15, and remember it as the first piece of poetry that really struck [...]]]></description>
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<p><em>&#8220;I am moved by fancies that are curled<br />
Around these images, and cling:<br />
The notion of some infinitely gentle<br />
Infinitely suffering thing.&#8221;</em></p>
<p>This is Drew&#8217;s tattoo:</p>
<blockquote><p>This quote is take from <em>&#8220;<a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/015121185X?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=contrariwiseo-20&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=015121185X">Preludes</a><img style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=contrariwiseo-20&amp;l=as2&amp;o=1&amp;a=015121185X" border="0" alt="" width="1" height="1" />&#8220;</em> by <strong>T.S Eliot</strong>.  I first encountered this poem at age 15, and remember it as the first piece of poetry that really struck me.  Almost 15 years later, and I made a career change into the performing arts, and made the decision to have it tattooed on my right wrist.  It has become something of a mantra, and a reminder.  The work was done by Apro, at West Side Tattoo in Brisbane, and I could not be happier with it.</p></blockquote>
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		<title>Do I dare to eat a peach?</title>
		<link>http://www.contrariwise.org/2009/04/29/do-i-dare-to-eat-a-peach/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 29 Apr 2009 16:00:38 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jen</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[TJ Lefebvre submitted this tattoo: My name&#8217;s TJ Lefebvre and I got this tattoo after quite a bit of thought and deliberation, (the quote stuck with me for two years before I had it permanently done) . It&#8217;s a quote from T. S. Eliot&#8216;s &#8220;The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock&#8220;, &#8216;do I dare to [...]]]></description>
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<p>TJ Lefebvre submitted this tattoo:</p>
<blockquote><p>My name&#8217;s TJ Lefebvre and I got this tattoo after quite a bit of thought and deliberation, (the quote stuck with me for two years before I had it permanently done) . It&#8217;s a quote from <strong>T. S. Eliot</strong>&#8216;s &#8220;<a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&amp;location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2FWaste-Land-Prufrock-Other-Poems%2Fdp%2F1420925784%3Fie%3DUTF8%26s%3Dbooks%26qid%3D1211573175%26sr%3D1-1&amp;tag=contrariwiseo-20&amp;linkCode=ur2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325">The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock</a><img style="border: medium none  ! important; margin: 0px ! important;" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=contrariwiseo-20&amp;l=ur2&amp;o=1" border="0" alt="" width="1" height="1" />&#8220;, &#8216;do I dare to eat a peach?&#8217;.</p>
<p>The line of questioning has always intrigued and <span class="il">inspired</span> me and, well, it speaks for itself. It&#8217;s placed on my wrist facing me, and anytime I&#8217;m at any task is a constant reminder of all I&#8217;m passionate about.</p></blockquote>
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		<title>T.S. Eliot</title>
		<link>http://www.contrariwise.org/2008/06/16/ts-eliot/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Jun 2008 16:00:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jen</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Tattoo from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot.]]></description>
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<p>&#8220;I should have been a pair of ragged claws<br />
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.&#8221;</p>
<p>- from <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?ie=UTF8&amp;location=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.amazon.com%2FWaste-Land-Prufrock-Other-Poems%2Fdp%2F1420925784%3Fie%3DUTF8%26s%3Dbooks%26qid%3D1211573175%26sr%3D1-1&amp;tag=contrariwiseo-20&amp;linkCode=ur2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325">The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock</a><img style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=contrariwiseo-20&amp;l=ur2&amp;o=1" border="0" alt="" width="1" height="1" /> by T.S. Eliot</p>
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