POPPY TATTOO

meaning, stories, myths and symbols the Revolution of the Poppies

 

what is the meaning of a poppy tattoo?

the mythology with the poppy has really indulged itself, perhaps because it is red and goliardic and attracts so much attention, whether you want it or not

and so the wireless telephone of history has mixed the cards, pieces have been lost and new ones are added and the poppy has become a mythological being, with the most absurd and extravagant meanings

in this article I will tell you about fifteen, famous or not

 

 

but first of all, a story:

I was born and raised in a bookstore and, for most of my life, I believed in the fairy tale narrated by the world:

you must be perfect like Barbie even when your life sucks like Cinderella’s, then Prince Charming will come to rescue you from Shrek, you’ll marry a super hot Iron Man while hearing birds and the Seven Dwarfs singing in the background… and, in the end…. Everyone lived Happily Ever After in Neverland!!!

but that’s not true ^_^
and I wasn’t aware of that, so during the first 29 years of my life I’ve been following those paths created by those automatic programmes that the world was drawing in my mind, following the stereotypes of the medias, and I’ve been waiting for my Iron Man to take me to Neverland on a white horse
[I was so cute, wasn’t I?]

 

then, in November of 2014 something changed: EVERYTHING

 

the crystal world that I’d been building for years broke up into little pieces,
and it was the most amazing smash that could ever happen to my life

I started accepting myself and I took off the veil, a veil that, till then, I didn’t even know I was
wearing. I stopped hiding myself, I stopped playing hide-and-seek with myself

in this scenario, my avant-garde vision of the world started to pop-up
and I recognized the Poppy as my totem

through the column “why a poppy?” I will give a voice to the revolution that took place inside of me
what is the meaning of the poppy?
it has a thousand of meanings and maybe I haven’t discovered some yet, because the smile of a poppy is not afraid even of a concrete pitch

 

here are some of them:

• CHILDHOOD
• MORFEO and RELAX
• CONSOLATION
• SPECIAL BEINGS
• NOGLOBAL
• SIMPLICITY
• DEATH
• RED
• INKADDICTED
• FEMALE
• EVERYTHING
• PREJUDICES
• CONTAGIOUS
• HIGHWAY and determination
• REVOLUTION
• MOVE ON

 

 

tattoo for CHILDHOOD

if I say PAPAVERO – which is the equivalent of POPPY in Italian – I am pretty sure that the first logical association made by the average Italian speaker is related to a childhood song:
“Papaveri e Papere”, which literally means poppies and ducklings,
and I’m pretty sure about this
because it’s the song that your grandpa used to sing to you… and that you used to sing with him

“lo sai che i papaveri son alti alti alti
e tu sei piccolina
sei nata paperina,
che cosa ci vuoi far?!”
(do you know that poppies are very very tall
and you are very tiny
a duckling you were born,
what can you do?!)

the grandpa of many of us, I believe
this song is part of our Italian childhood and it involuntarily recalls the light-heartedness that is typical of children: the sunny days in the countryside, the affection of your grandparents… and those silly questions that – with a smile – every child asks their grandpa with a smile

“La papera al papero disse:
Papà, pappare i papaveri, come si fa?”
(The duckling said to father drake
Dad, how can you gobble poppies?)

and you smile for a moment
remembering those values you grew up with

(and perhaps you even ask yourself if your grandpa would be proud of you, and if you made some bad decisions without him…)
do you still remember those values?
and you dive into the past: a caress to the wheat with the hand, a hug to grandpa, the mud on the toys
and that taste of simplicity that today you can barely see hidden
somewhere

“Ma questo romanzo ben poco durò
Poi venne la falce che il grano tagliò
E un colpo di vento i papaveri in alto portò”
(But this romance lasted little
Then the sickle came to cut the wheat,
And a gust of wind brought the poppies away)

 

tattoo for Morpheo and the RELAX

if you google the meaning of Poppy, you’ll have these two results:
the first one regards the myth of Morpheus and, the second one is about relief

Morpheus is known as the god of sleep, in Greek mythology he is depicted with a huge bunch of poppies in his hands

so, he is the god of sleep, YES
but his figure doesn’t mean: “go home, get some rest, sleep well and have sweet dreams”

NO WAY!
it’s more like: “let’s see if in this life we manage to get some rest!”

and to find those instants of the day to love ourselves, taking some time for us, in order to relax, to slow things down
and to idle in a state of oblivion

This is a hymn to the rest of the warrior

that can feed your soul, give you a more relaxed and focused point of view and give you the amount of attention you deserve

(if you do deserve it)

so now let’s talk about the care of the self…
lying down with the legs in the air, holding a warm infusion of poppy petals in the hands: a good recipe to sleep good, free the mind and to switch all the negative thoughts off

let’s try to love ourselves for a second

let’s try to focus for a second
let’s try to say “fuck you” to the world, for a second

maybe after we start to breathe again,
the light-heartedness of Morpheus and his poppies will be ours, as well

NOTE: procrastination is something else, isn’t it? let’s not mess things up

 

 

tattoo for CONSOLATION

as I anticipated in episode 2 I will now talk about the second Google result for the meaning of Poppy

The story goes like this: Demeter, the goddess of the harvest and agriculture, regained her serenity after her daughter’s disappearance only by sipping infusions made from poppy petals

!!! AND I BELIEVE THAT !!!

a good opioid infusion, a bit of morphine here and there…. And everything would be
easier!

Better than supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!
♫ A spoonful of opium helps the medicine go down! ♫
so…

in Great Britain, during WWI, people used to create poppy garlands to remember and celebrate those soldiers who lost their lives for the country
the news of the death was given to the families together with a bag full of poppy petals that would be used to make an infusion

to sweeten the medicine
and to give a little help with the mourning process

. relief .
because we all need something to hold on to in order to move on

and, sometimes, even the half-smile we have when we see a field full of red flowers,
those flowers growing everywhere
– at the edges of the railway, amid the stones – will be enough

“relief” doesn’t always have a negative connotation
we need to relieve ourselves by considering that even if something just went wrong, there are many other things we should take care of, things that are way more important and closer to us,
whose presence we often take for granted

and as soon as we lose them, they turn into our biggest regret
relieve yourself, eyes forward
take a look around
look deep inside yourself
you’re there, together with yourself

 

 

tattoo for SPECIAL BEINGS

there is a poppy, among all the species, that contains opium

which is stored inside the poppy’s seed capsules and
it’s necessary to cut the unripe capsule
in order to get the opium from the inside

because if it gets ripe, the poppy will lose all its well-known powers
just like humans: once we grow up, we lose every glimmer of reason
because we are driven by the mental patterns of a society which is way too far from us

the poppy doesn’t take drugs

the poppy is THE drug

it contains a series of alkaloids
which make you see the world from a different perspective that you never noticed before
. That no one ever noticed before .

How many people, before us, changed the world with a poppy by their side?

Leonardo Da Vinci – to name but one – was one of them.
It’s said that his madness was the cause of his genius … In my opinion, it was his genius to drive him crazy: too much information, too much disappointment coming from a world that was too far behind him… so, opium helped him to take a break from a reality considered unworthy or unsatisfactory
was him just another fool?
Another one was .Picasso., who was also able to depict the world in a brand-new way…

 

how beautiful would it be to be a poppy?

 

and to have, deep inside, the possibility of seeing things from another perspective,
in a different way from the rest of society or just in a different way from how we saw things yesterday, or one hour ago

without social prejudices, perhaps

but, most importantly, to have, deep inside, the possibility of allowing others to see things from another perspective, in a different way from usual,
a new hope

maybe we just need to find the way, like Da Vinci and Picasso
maybe there’s a way to help people seeing new things

(but till we all find it out, a poppy – still unripe – will be destroyed, cut, injured, squeezed, emptied, insulted…
what about you, are you ready?)

 

 

NO GLOBAL tattoo

the poppy is a wildflower

you can’t find it in a flower shop, and I hope you never will
. You can’t buy it .

it hasn’t been polluted by society, commercialised by mass production.
. Lobotomised .

the poppy is still an authentic and simple flower
that lives in the countryside on its own

it blooms when he feels like it
you can’t have it whenever you want, you can only wait for it to blossom

you can observe it, admire it
and be delighted by its bright colour, which lights up smiles
. you can’t pick it up .
you can’t put it in a vase like you do with roses or with any other flower

YOU JUST CAN’T!

the stem – so stable and proud – would immediately wither
and fall apart, together with its bright petals

you can’t pick up beauty
you can’t pick up happiness
you can just stop to observe it or taste it

you can’t buy all those feelings like you buy flowers at the florist’s
and, likewise, you can’t buy a poppy

the poppy is not for sale
you can’t buy it with a MasterCard, like everything else

 

Poppies grow in the fields very quickly, they become a huge red carpet trying to twist the décor of the world. They make you want to lie down and look at the sky and wonder what shapes of clouds is planning to pass by your piece of sky

(“if only we had time” – that’s what we say in these cases…
but who knows what time is, after all?
perhaps if we tried to understand it, we could find the answer and then we could also find
the time to be happy, couldn’t we?)

 

 

tattoo for SIMPLICITY

The poppy is such a simple flower:

Its four taut and smooth petals would seem fragile
Its red colour is so flat and unique
Its stem – so straight and thin – is a bit hairy
It doesn’t have thorns or contortions, it doesn’t have secrets
in a nutshell, it doesn’t have any particular charm

. and yet, its strength resides right there .

What it takes to be strong, it’s right there

In its simplicity
The truth
The proud spirit

Not even the wind can pull down those four simple petals
nor can it slightly bend that little hairy stem

and one single colour – without any shades – is enough to overwhelm your mind and your eyes with its majestic and mesmerizing strength

if you see a field of poppies, you can do nothing but smile, even if till that moment you were worried about the traffic
but even when you see just one poppy on the roadway, it would have the same effect on you
. mesmerizing .

We don’t need those long materialistic fairy tales from consumerism,
we are enough, with no-frills

we are enough

even if we have only four unicolour and smooth petals and a thin stem
we can still make the world turn in our direction
we can change its thoughts at least for a second

we don’t need the information spread by the media

we are enough
if we are proud and we strive for our inner beauty (if we have it)

(and we should strive for our inner beauty fast, because one day we’ll be old, the fairy tale will end and if there’s no beauty inside of you, well…)

 

 

tattoo for DEATH

How would you like to die?
in my bed, without suffering
maybe while I sleep, inebriated by that glass of wine I just had

It might be fast and plain
maybe I’d still be young, I wish I wouldn’t have to wait forever, because people get bored then…

It would be a dream to fall asleep like that

Just like a poppy, standing proud and healthy for all its days and then, one morning, a petal suddenly withers, and, in a minute, it slips away

There will just be an empty skeleton in the middle of a stunning green field…
the good news is that, at that stage, the poppy has already left its ripe seeds somewhere
The poppy did its job, and you?

 

RED tattoo

Red as the joy of drinking a glass of wine
and the colour of roses and love
Red
as your cheeks after the orgasm
and the colour of your lips after eating strawberries
Red as the colour of the people running through our veins and shaking us
and filling us of anger and love for our life
(even if life sucks)

Red
as the sky when the sun goes down
Red as the colour that lights even the coldest soul, even your soul

 

tattoo for INKADDICTED

I’m pretty sure that, during childhood, you used to tear the petals off the poppy in order to reach its nucleus, that black star-shaped part could leave a stain on your t-shirt and inside your soul

The coolest part was to squash that little star to get a black stain on the fingers

AND IT WORKED!!!
the black sign remained on your hands…

making you feel like a real gangster of the snack’s gang

that was our first childhood tattoo
so innocent
this happened before we could even have access to ink and needles
but still, we were already developing our inexplicable attraction to those stories on the skin

I don’t know how many of you have ever tried it, but in ancient times somebody used this technique before us
in fact, the inner part of the poppy was used to… guess what?? To make tattoos!

It was used for those holy and shamanic tattoos that had to be deserved, because life sucks, but you don’t give up

It wasn’t used for those cheap and ready tattoos that you can buy in the supermarket, which are not unique

anyways… since we were children,
ink entered in our skin, to express ourselves

 

 

tattoo for FEMALE

Did you ever observe a poppy from above?

YES? Didn’t you notice anything?
does it remind you of something?
NOTHING?!?!?!

Where is your mischief? Where did you leave it?
dear people, mischief is the spice of life, you can’t eat an unseasoned meal in this short life of yours

I’ll tell you:

the poppy has two soft central petals which are symmetrical and
straight, they’re half-closed to give you a glimpse of its nucleus
full of pistils, those thin black nerve endings

In the external part, there are two more petals, which hide and protect the central ones
in the same way that lips hold a secret

those petals are red like the flesh when it’s merry and live

In the central petals there’s the most precious and hidden part of the poppy
the most sensitive and delicate one
that carries its most important emotions
and then, there’s the stem: a line going straight to the centre of the world

Now, does it ring a bell?
oh yes, I’m sure you know what I’m talking about

The female

The most feminine flower
for whoever feels like it, and for whoever loves it

 

 

EVERYTHING

nothing of a poppy goes to waste1
just like with pigs

so, during spring, when you find poppies in a green field,
and you pick them up, you can prepare a fresh salad and season it with lemon

or, when they’re ripe, you can cook them in a frying pan with olive oil, garlic and chilli pepper

if you cut its unripe part, we already know what happens, I already mentioned the treasure you can find there

and the seeds?

Shall we put them on the bread? We can also add them to a salad or prepare a precious oil

And the stems? What, really? YES, YOU CAN EAT THEM TOO!
You can chop them up – as you do with parsley…

And what about the petals? They can be eaten as well!
added to a salad, but with moderation, they’re very intense for the liver!

It’s better to use them to prepare an infusion, it helps to sleep better and to relax mind and body

the dye obtained by the petals can also be used as a paint for lips and cheeks: that vivid red
colour lights up the pale skin and fills it with joy after a cold winter

but when you don’t manage to obtain it…
it’s better to not insist… It’s not worth to throw your pearls before the pigs, because the pigs won’t care, and they’ll keep tumbling across the mud…

 

. you don’t have to feel sad about it .
even if it’s sad to think about how many narrow-minded people you can find during your path, walking in the streets like homo sapiens

 

BUT
one of the worst things in life is a wasted talent…
it’s such a shame

so use your life, all of it
don’t throw away a single piece of it

and as for the pig, as for the poppy, don’t waste a single day of your life

 

live today as if it was your last day, who knows what may happen tomorrow?
so do your best to feel alive

 

don’t fall in the routine of waking up every morning and doing the same thing, because even today… you’re alive

 

 

tattoo on PREJUDICES

 

 

tattoo for CONTAGIOUS HAPPINESS

when you see a poppy field, an infinite red carpet, you can just admire it

and smile
and for a moment free your mind from all your thoughts

poppy’s positive character stays with you for a while
for sure
it’s contagious

if the first year you saw only one poppy in that rest area of the highway
after one year you’ll see ten
after two, there will be a whole field of poppies

because poppies don’t like to be alone,
they know that union means strength
and it’s contagious
and it’s invasive

and maybe we should be observing them more often
in this way we’ll be also infected by their willpower which is so
placid
and calm, so lovely
infected by the accidental smile that they cause
infected by life that runs fast and that will also fade fast
infected by their simplicity of their shape, so simple but also overwhelming

infected by all those nuances a poppy hides in its colour

infected to infect back in turn

that’s why I started drawing poppies
and then making tattoos
and paintings of poppies
and graffiti representing this amazing flower on grey walls

because I was infected and I want to infect back in turn
#theRevolutionOfPoppy

 

only one is missing, THE REVOLUTION

END. for now, at least

 

with love, but always irriverent

L A D Y S A R A