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Jan Sand

Jan Sand

I was born in Manhattan, New York, grew up to the age of 12 in Brooklyn, and resided until the age of 36 in Manhattan. I took a degree in industrial design at Pratt Institute and worked in New York until I was designated field man for a New York firm for an exhibition by the US Commerce Dept in Helsinki, where I met my wife. Since then, I worked in Berlin, Paris, Tel Aviv and in the USA.
 The rise of the toolThe rise of the tool by Jan Sand
 SparkSpark by Jan Sand
What joins wit to weight is matterIn filigreed ionic fieldsThat seine sensation from the scatter,Covet it in horny shieldsTo integrate, elucidate, eliminate and formulateT
 ValueValue by Jan Sand
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 Institutional ConstitutionalInstitutional Constitutional by Jan Sand
In the halls of the museumThings are not what they seem.Appearances can be most deceiving.If visitors come walking outWith their heads turned round abou
 In MourningIn Mourning by Jan Sand
All my thoughts are dinged in blacksTo lay dark fieldsOn which bright thoughts of youPlay out remembered actsThat shine li
 TrumpTrump by Jan Sand
It is unquestionableHis rough pawExtends the elementaryShock and aweTo define raw force
 SleepSleep by Jan Sand
The sharp cold corners of the dayDeny the soft foundries where the IUndoes all regulation. Not locationNor chopping minutes’ disciplinesCan marsha
 MultiplesMultiples by Jan Sand
If you are shocked by flocks of foxes,Deterred by a herd of birds,Never fear, it’s quite clearYou can be coerced by words. 
 ChoreographyChoreography by Jan Sand
The waltz of warmthThat dances in and outOf each yearIs played on instrumentsThat seem sturdy.
 CarpenteringCarpentering by Jan Sand
The first god, perhaps,Thrust out of the blackStar filled skyAs a fist of fire.
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