BY JAN HAAG

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

INTRODUCTION + HAAG'S BIO




PALIMPSEST II
DIANA

11-22-97


They say she played and lost, O, Devayani, The Princess of Wales, The Queen of Hearts.
It's
impossible to imagine a funeral more grand, more touching, more imperial, more
difficult
than her's for the Royal Family. Treating her like low life on the escutcheon,
enough
was known to know that what the princess said in public was but half of the
practicing
to speak out, to say she was human, they were human, they were, indeed,
what
they were -- human tampons in private, inscrutable figureheads
you
wouldn't want to know either in public or private, with rank to
preach,
and lineage to censure, until the Princess of Hearts said,
let
me alone, I will not live the lies you promulgate. I,
alone
if I must, will tell the truth. Promptly she began
preaching
the mean, sordid, world-weary details of her --
what
was construed as a fairy tale life -- anyone,
you
especially, would envy. Yes, her
practice --
bullheaded, individualistic, charming -- of telling her truth, won her a sudden coronation at thirty-six.
O Devayani,
gambling, she won by death, shattering protocols, idolized. Dying young she'll live forever. To
take
away the shroud of pretense won her millions of hearts. She asked us straightforwardly to take
a look at
the Prince. She asked him publicly to be what he seemed. She asked love to mean something to a "noble"-
man.








Copyright © 2000 Jan Haag
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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




THE DEVAYANI POEMS

And

Feeding Frenzy

Gifts

India

Lung-gom-pas

Nothing


BY JAN HAAG


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

INTRODUCTION + HAAG'S BIO



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