9/11 artist | Joanna Gilman Hyde

February 8, 2014

COKE — COK — COCK

The Tomato-coloured Cock 9:22pm

(notes from an unscheduled meeting with an old psychiatrist)

“You’re just a very nice Lady Who lives in Shelburne –”

“Well, I don’t live in Shelburne anymore —

and do You know

what colour My Underwear is, Jimbo?”

“No, I don’t”

“It’s Red — Jimbo — Red Lace — and

do You know how many views I have

on My New York City Rooftop Painting?

three thousand, and twenty-two — what do I stand for Now?

“I don’t know –”

“I’m An American — Jimbo —

dressed here in Red, White and Blue

wearing My Pro-Life underwear —

and if You ever call Me a nice lady again

I’ll kick You in the balls”

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February 7, 2014

2 ANNUNCIATIONS

The Hawk Window Seat 11:22am

I Am Advertising My Self

But I Am Not For Sale —

I’m Free!

–

The Hawk Living Room NOON

She Cried, “I AM IN LOVE!”

& Then She Died

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February 6, 2014

SNOW TIME

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:07pm

Black Jesus sits in The Snow-Sun

with Her Serengetis on

— a new stylus in Her Silver/Onyx Pen —

She’s on Her Tomato-coloured Couch

a cushioned platform

from Which to make Public Declarations —

Coffee House plays

What will She utter Today?

What will The Grown-up Version

of The Little Child point out

for The People’s Participation —

a crack at understanding

Our Innate Sensibilities?

Our Lived-in Sensitivities?

“What are You waiting for —

We are Alive and Our Humanity

is Our Most Precious Gift

Given To Our Selves

BY OUR SELVES”

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February 6, 2014

SPELLBOUND

The Hawk Living Room 2:11pm

He’s Got Me Spell-

Bound

By Every Clock

In The House

The Car

My Watch

What Exactly Are We

Waiting For

Or Am I Already In It?

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February 5, 2014

9:11 = 10:22

The Hawk Living Room 9:30pm

I’m standing, hovering

above My Mini –

fireplace — My Candle

abra in the center

of My Chinese Coffee Table

I just had to write about

it, here in the dark —

no Other Lights are on

I am writing like a blind woman

Yet I have just had the

satisfaction of eating

a President’s Choice

Decadent Chocolate Chunk

Sandwich Cookie

with My wool-socked feet

up before the

flames

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February 5, 2014

LITTLE RHYME

The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:20pm

The Fall Of Joanna Gilman Hyde

Has Been My Greatest Climb

I’ve Found The Words I’ve Needed To Use

& Boy I’ve Made Them Chime

note: Death of Mother, Elizabeth Walden Hyde, March 27th, 1993

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February 4, 2014

BLACK LIGHT

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:41pm

I’m not trapped by Black

— that’s Black Jesus —

I’ve thrown away all

My Black Clothes

& I’m in Grey now

I still write in books with Black Covers

& The Black Ink comes leaking through

making Me sit up straight

legs crossed

Right Hand

adroitly holding

My Onyx Pen

tipped in Silver

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February 4, 2014

MRS BLAIR GOES TO MARKET

The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:15pm

Dr Blair’s Wife dressed in grey slacks

dark grey sweater with gold zipper

rings upon Her Fingers

LL Bean upon Her Toes

drove Her nearly new Ford Fusion

to The Little Coastal Store

on Cape Island

to buy six packs of cat treats

for seven cats

two pork chops

two lesser cuts of red meat

to listen to Fatboy Slim’s

Praise You

on the way

Home

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February 4, 2014

LUMINOSITY

The Hawk Living Room 1:53pm

Dressed in My Robe

of Luminous Silver

with My Little Raspberry Slippers

I am The Lady Of Immense Leisure

and This High Living Room

where I reside in The Sun

is My New Rooftop

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February 3, 2014

CONJUNCTION

The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:50pm

I’m having a flash-back

back to when I was in

My Mother’s Womb — I knew then

I’d be a stocky blond

in red sneakers & a white gym suit

on The Roof of # 5 World Trade Center

& grow up to marry well

twice-over —

I knew then I would harbour

within the duration of My Existence

a pulling enticement

which when met

would give birth

to the ultimate contraction

between

young & old

I would live & die

one

moment

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