Joanna Gilman Hyde

*Please come back and read this post from time to time. Like the “Self Organizing Galaxy” itself, this post is still evolving…

MY WORLD TRADE CENTRE PHOTO

the early stages of   Self Organizing Galaxy 1984 – by Joanna Hyde

MY WORLD TRADE CENTER PHOTO
I am standing in the passage way
where arrivals for medical attention
go through the ER door
amidst bandages & oxygen
I am poised in a medical office
seen with mop & bucket
on 10,000 square feet of Dacron
on the surface of #5 WTC
at the base of The Twin Towers
My Painting didn’t get saved
Should It be dug up?
Would the Orange Town Dump
open Itself up to finding
the excavated reds & blues?
To finding the 3 foot-high letters
My Signature in Black
buried?

February 1^st 2012   Barrington Passage, Nova Scotia   5:15pm

________________________________________________________________________

THE SHROUD

Dear Sir:

This email is…

 I live on an Oasis

Hawk Beach to The North

Atlanticus to The East

Cape Light pulsating to The South

and to The West, Hawk Inlet

Clouds move over All

Clouds and Sun Patterns

pink gold grey

I sit in My Upper Corner Office

listening to The Waves

The Radio

Joanna Hyde 
January 17^th 2012   The Hawk

The Death of My Father in California

did not seem to happen

A Single Phone Call

to My Husband’s cell

announced The Death

with no words for Me

That was It from The West Coast

One Cousin from The East Coast

named My Father

The Eternal Optimist

No One has acknowledged

The Delivery of Twelve Orange Roses

backed up by Peach

No One has cried

Joanna Hyde
February 12^th 2012   The Hawk

he slipped away
into that non-judgemental night
he slipped away again

I was not called to his bedside

 there was no face-to-face
just “make me a list”
of the pimping
the using to procure women
the manhandling of his grand daughter
this was not a nice man
yet he shmoosed his way around
into My Child’s Heart
I looked for his praise

 his true nature
came to Me after The Death of My Brother
The Only Son
when the gleam of avarice
came to my father
as he realized he inherited
all My Brother’s property
property which had once belonged
to My Mother’s parents

 I felt helpless
before my father died
I feel helpless now
except that I can write
I can write out my father’s life
and I can
write out my father’s death

 he was one of those children
of the rich and famous
who was a sociopath

 RECONCILER

I have painted The Ideal Painting

It has Daisies all over It

like Stars —

It has a Rod of Pink

“aggressively pornographic”

It has

The Shower of Lights

The Devil’s Tale

(The Daisies are The Devil’s Lie)

Joanna Hyde
January 25^th 2012   The Hawk

RECONCILIATION
22 x 28 inches water soluble oil on canvas
painted in The Hawk Studio, January 24, 2012
by Joanna Hyde

              The silhouette of My Black Cat

is away over the rocks —

              I have brought the wrought iron furniture

black, out of the basement

              & put glass tops

                         upon it.

_

I have poured My White Wine

             & taken a phone call

from My Stepmother in California

            thanking Me profusely

                      for the peach roses

sent in memory of My Father

I was interrupted at this poem

                       by Her, My Stepmother

who says My Painting I gave

             …

water-soluble oil on canvas
22" x 28"
by Joanna Hyde

oil on canvas 26" x 36" circa 1983
by Joanna Hyde

 I was once an Indian Princess

somewhere across The Western Plains

of Early America

–

I married a brave

& conceived 2.4 children

–

My Father was a Chief

My Mother one

of 4 Wives

 –

I made clothes of skins

I cooked bison strips over

open fires

–

I led packs of dogs

& children

along sunlit trails

further West

not in search of Wealth

but of Freedom

from encroachment

of The White Man

–

Joanna Hyde
February 22 2012   The Hawk Studio  8:26pm

 there’s a small smooth stone

 in the corner

of The Hawk Portico

It looks like a Fig Newton

I found It on The Hawk Beach

when My Father was sick

&

wanted to give It to Him

for His Collection

but I never saw Him

 –

–

Joanna Hyde
February 22^nd 2012   The Hawk   2:40pm