BY JAN HAAG

ART & POETRY - ACCUMULATIONS

POETRY + ESSAYS + MUSIC + TRAVEL + FICTION + TEXTILE ART

INTRODUCTION + HAAG'S BIO


The Desolation Poems


Poetic Forms Used in English





#334 CORONACH

KOSOVO

4-14/15-99


Haunted by bad thoughts
and peculiar memories
blood breaking
out in spots
on the inside of arms
on the outside of legs
bleeding externally
and internally

a shimmering peacock
a peahen in pain
fearing each feather's
mockery shrouding
impregnation
bad thoughts
peculiar memories
terror.




#335 ECOLOGUE

4-17-99/10-07-01

for Julia Butterfly Hlll



Ah look! Bright butterfly flies in great Luna's tree.
Lift high your eyes a thousand ears hear and see foot
upon foot high born pupa wings sing telephone.
She dared the lumbering jack's ax to cut her prone.

Years she sat in storms forming rain pain swaying free
platform firm terms clear no fear. She'll playfully put
her life on hold like a tree to save gracefully
from the loggers looters ancient forests fully

flourishing. Arming humans cannot in awe see
softly soughing redwoods but turn grandeur to soot.
Butterfly fly in Luna safe in height honing
magnified sights alive alone lofty koaning.




#336 EPIC

My Novel

5-29-99/2-3-01/10-8-01



The purple-brown-black-copper-colored leaves of the plum,
the scent of the lilacs...
the young girl in white, without shoes, racing uphill,
a couple, her light skirt over tights, strolling...
people standing
without nattering impatiently
while the frail old ones
-- of which I am one --
slowly-s l o w l y board the bus,
the gnarled mechanic, blue-jeaned from neck to ankle,
with bright red socks in Birkenstocks:
these are my world
my novel
I cannot stitch them together.
Why must I write?
Born an American,
I am too restless
even on the brink of eternity
to just wander,
enjoy.
I am compelled
to do
something.

Therefore,
I write this novel
bridging nothing,
containing elements,
only elements:
zinc, sulphur, copper,
plutonium
fused together
by an eye,
by the ecstasy of being
in the sunshine
beneath the
roiling drift of the cottonwood's cotton:
turbulent stars
against the brilliance
in a featureless sky.




#337 CHORAL ODE

10-07-01


Strophe

Today I finished my Muhkra Tukra Chakradar Needlepoint,
tacking it, bang by bang, with my electric stapler to the stretcher bars.
Five and a half years from first stitch to hanging,
today I finished the most intricate needlepoint of all.

Antistrophe

Today the Third World War began. Bush bombing Afghanistan,
he's going to get Osama ben Laden, the Taliban, terrorism.
Bomb by bomb, let the Afghanis beware, food's coming from the sky, too.
Today begins the Twenty-First Century's First World War.

Epode

And perhaps -- it's last, it's last, it's last.
Who'll be left to fight when we've won,
won, won? Won at last, at last, at
long last. Nature shrugged... no more, no more...




#338 DITHYRAMB

THE ARTS

10-28-01
CORYPHAEUS: With a circular chorus in Corinth,
heroic narrative, Dionysian inspiration
and a strophic structure, ecstatic,
vehement and unpredictable, though
moribund, try a mild stab
at a dithyramb.

FIFTY TO FIFTEEN: We circle the action, a dependent
society miniaturized, exult, shout,
fear, wonder, mourn. Not yet
ornament, we have choral
wisdom, so try mild stabs
at small dithyrambs.

CHOREGUS: It was my money that paid these
blokes, make them sing long.
Let me hear music, loud, clear
a musical kommoi or two,
or try a mild stab
at a dithyramb.

CORYPHAEUS: Sir, this is melic poetry, inspired
by wine, they know
revelry but are not divine.
Papyrological additions cost one
more coin for mild stabs
at a dithyramb.

FIFTY TO FIFTEEN: Drink hearty my fools, drink hearty
my friends. Did hunter-gatherers
drink wine? Fermented berries, crushed
stems, masticated capulets, caput
mortuum,
imbibe a mild stab
at a dithyramb.

CHOREGUS: It was my money that paid these
blokes, make them sing long.
Let me hear music loud, music
clear, beat beat, rum rum,
or try a mild stab
at a dithyramb.

#366

2001


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BY JAN HAAG

ART & POETRY - ACCUMULATIONS

POETRY + MUSIC + ESSAYS + TRAVEL + FICTION + TEXTILE ART

INTRODUCTION + HAAG'S BIO



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