BY JAN HAAG

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

INTRODUCTION + HAAG'S BIO





INTERSTELLAR SPACE

7-5-97



O Devayani, you wake
all but nauseated
in the morning.

The probe landed on
Mars
on Independence Day.

You think about us
on this spinning globe
of rock

with wild trees
and turgid rivers,
flowers,

birds, the remnants of
dinosaurs,
and wonder.

O Devayani,
how you wonder
about the paved-over earth,

the gas stations,
the cars,
sitting at the computer.

Your stomach begins to churn,
contract,
heave.

How can you relate
the austere terrain
of Mars

to the silly world of Disney,
the pompous world
of the nation-state,

the wishful pronouncements
of science and its twin?
Last year there was life

after death,
this year iron
"rusts" in the systems of women.

O Devayani,
the world's entertainement
-- called knowledge --

makes you gag,
makes you ponder
the triviality of human

life
measured against space,
time,

the mega-millions of eons
against the finger-snap
of the second

that we've been here.
Just long enough
to think

we know something,
before our earth
shakes off this irritation

we've become
to try something
new.






Copyright © 2000 Jan Haag
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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




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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