BY JAN HAAG

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

INTRODUCTION + HAAG'S BIO





ELURA




It's hot, as if the sand itself will burst into
flames. The bushes are incandescent,
gold, and the rock is black.
I haven't chiseled far,
but farther

than one would think. About a foot, maybe -- there is
the barest hint of shade at noon. Three
days. The rock particles
choke me in the dancing
heat. I breathe

through a cloth some of the time to avoid coughing.
But my breath is okay, better than
some. I worked Badami,
too -- cutting rock ever
since I was

a boy. It's hard work, you sweat a lot, but it's worth
it. When the temple starts, they've promised
me a place on the roof.
They've been chanting designs,
flourishes.

It's unbelievable what they plan -- right down through
the mountain, a quarter million ton
to move. It's going to stand
free, with side galleries,
courtyards. Black,

the whole rock is black. Kailasa, they're calling it,
and it is. Already you can feel
Shiva dancing, like great
gongs, like the sledging heat,
like thunder.

Contributions, donations, pledges pour in. The
coffers brim, so they say, and the head
chanter is in voice. I
hone my chisel each day
on this niche,

this small hermit's cell. I sit with the monks sometimes,
out there, in the dark beneath the stars.
Many have come over
from Ajanta to chant
our joyous

beginning. Accomplished, they laugh away problems.
The stone sounds and resounds, it's called "trap
rock," very porous. On
the full moon we will start
Kailasa.

I envy them their belief, their stylized thought,
their art. But I do the carving, I
have the craft, I sweat in
ebony rivulets
from my face

to my toes. I provide the emergence from stone,
dance with Shiva, revel with Shakti,
my arms are gurus, my
heart rings iron and rock.
I exist.








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Crossroads

Elura

Ellora

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Khajuraho

Lung-gom-pas

Rwanda

Silence

Tibetan Chronicle

Vijayanagar


TRAVEL STORIES ABOUT INDIA

How I Fell In Love With India

Passing Through Bodh Gaya

Vijayanagar

The Wedding in Mahabaleshwar


TEXTILE ART BASED ON INDIAN ICONOGRAPHY AND MUSIC

Asian Diary #1, Kundalini

Asian Diary #2

Kalachakra

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BY JAN HAAG


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

INTRODUCTION + HAAG'S BIO



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