BY JAN HAAG

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

INTRODUCTION + HAAG'S BIO





ENTERTAINMENT

6-29-97


O Devayani, it seems to me
that life is a skein (or hank) of many tangled strands.
That our minds arrive pure
and untangled and interested in this world.

Then we endure the process known as "education,"
from parents, from tv, from schools
which criss-crosses and tangles
the strands until they are

incomprehensible,
each teacher, guide, guru,
rock star, casual stranger,
parent or villian

instructs you in a different way,
with different ideas,
conflicting ideas,
contradictory ideas,

camouflaging ideas
until even your senses can't tell you what's true.
We all are taught "Monkey see, monkey do"
perpetual violence is the content of our "see,"

perpetual violence is the content of our "do"
or so the media would have it.
Actually, as most of us live our lives,
it's only in the media we see the violence

only on tv we see the rapes and murders,
daily, hourly, mostly we eat, sleep and work,
and spend our lives trying to untangle the
choas of ideas

handed down, perpetuated by those more confused,
no doubt than we.
By the time you reach sixty-three,
all the world seems to resolve itself

into inventions for entertainment
to fill the time between the womb and the tomb.
Nothing.
More and more you find, O Devayani,

nothing whatsoever is true, is known.
About all that can be said, is some things
work for awhile.
They work -- so did the earth-centered theory

of the universe work for probably millions of years,
than the heliocentric,
and now there's universes beyond our universe,
concepts beyond our imagining,

fun to entertain ourselves with,
but a pity to call truth.
Devayani, you spend your life now,
divesting yourself

of the nonsense taught to you as
philosophy, religion, science, and
human nature -- the biggest misnomer
on the list.

Human nature is not allowed to exist
more than a few moments out of the womb.
Then begins edu-ca-tion.
Old men's tales.

None of which prove to be true,
many of which prove to be harmful,
few of which can be untangled from their chaos,
all of which take a lifetime to test against one's own reality --

taking into consideration that
the thinking process has been so perverted by
edu-ca-tion
that reality counts for very little in the weigh-in

of what it is reasonable to believe.
Maya -- no wonder the Hindu and the Buddhist
both call the whole thing illusion. Know
that whatever you think is true

is true --
and false.
Choose your entertainment.
Untangle the choas fed into your brain for a lifetime.

End up again in purity, having examined and discarded
as many things as possible.
Retreat back into the womb of nothingness
with nothing.








Copyright © 2000 Jan Haag
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Jan Haag may be reached via e-mail: jhaag@u.washington.edu




DEVAYANI POEMS

Feeding Frenzy

Gifts

India

Khajuraho

Lung-gom-pas

Nothing


OTHER POETRY ABOUT INDIA

Elura

Crossroads


TRAVEL STORIES ABOUT INDIA

Vijayanagar

The Wedding in Mahabaleshwar

Passing Through Bodh Gaya.


TEXTILE ART BASED ON INDIAN ICONOGRAPHY AND MUSIC

IXX Tintal Coin Purse

XX Kaida, Tabla Covers

XXI Tukra, Tabla Covers

XXII Mukhra-Tukra-Chakradar

XXIII The Ten Thats



BY JAN HAAG


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

INTRODUCTION + HAAG'S BIO



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