BY JAN HAAG

INTRODUCTION + POETRY + MUSIC + TEXTILE ART + TRAVEL + ESSAYS + FICTION + HAAG'S BIO

ART & POETRY - ACCUMULATIONS

THE 2002 ACCUMULATIONS

CAST

An Accumulation

and

CAST POEMS

CAST I


04-28-02



The cast of the light, the creep of the sunshine
across my bed, waking into blue light,
veiled.

Clear thinking, clear conscience, clear skin
without the pimples of time and
despair.

What role do you play, smooth-headed,
with meditational
eyes.

Hide behind the shadow of the lace of the leaf,
tend your vulnerable soul,
wait.

CAST II


04-28-02



"The plays the thing wherein I'll catch the conscience..."
The flowering quince was more reddish than
pink

this year. The days colder, but the winter milder.
Perception or precipitation.
We

live in a time of mild spring, where the headlights
come undulating from the city like
fog.

The sky is grey and veils not only my soul
but the mountain,
coy.

CAST III


04-28-02



Where in the soul's depths do you sit?
How do you know it's you?
If

you move, will you hurt? or cry? Like
the koi who move in the depths,
gold

and white, orange and red, admired, rare,
until a USDA program makes them
edible.

Most flowers are edible and delicious.
Eat them, enjoy, live on
chrysanthemums.

CAST IV


04-28-02


Chew the winter flowers, there may be
no spring. Rarely does nature listen
to us

Preferring Saraswati's veena, Shiva's drum,
the endless rhythm, the repeated
whine.

No accounting for tastes, sister of music,
brother of dance.
Performance,

like the neutrino, which may have a spin
after all, helps to account for the missing
matter.

CAST V


04-28-02


Twenty years ago she looked like that
I look like this
everyday.

Join the walls and voids, that which is below,
beyond even the below, the
nothingness.

The winds blow on the earth. They have
nothing to do with its spin.
Self-created,

we each spin at our own speed, break wind,
break dark matter. We absorb
knowledge.

CAST VI


04-28-02



Knowledge trickles through the veins between
minute windows of nothingness,
leaves

a skeleton -- sorrow, joy, desperation goes
into thin air, rides the iridescent
wind.

O self-created image of the world, visit me
enlighten me, shine on my
shining

head, enter my dendrites, my synapses, jump
the gaps of nothingness
musically.

CAST VII


06-10-02



I have spent my time on earth.
What should
I do?

The black clouds drift and dip like chocolate.
I have spent my life on
earth.

Every closed window can be seen fading
in the black of
night.

Every closed window, each beaten leaf
battered to lace
colors.

CAST, An Accumulation
Mixed Media: wood, glass, paper, poems, jewels, a leaf, paint, glue,
Dimensions: 7 1/2 x 7 1/2"

CAST POEMS
Dimensions: 2 x 2 1/2", Eighteen Pages, Seven Poems, Two Images

Jan Haag may be reached via e-mail: jhaag@u.washington.edu
or for purchase of art works
jhaag@janhaag.com

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BY JAN HAAG

ART & POETRY - ACCUMULATIONS

POETRY + MUSIC + ESSAYS + TRAVEL + FICTION + TEXTILE ART + INTRODUCTION + HAAG'S BIO

21st CENTURY ART, C.E. - B.C., A Context