M(EYE) NEW HOUSE
The Hawk Corner Room 4:50pm
EYE Live
on a widow’s walk
with One Magnificent View —
too bad the only people
EYE have to share It with
are The Birds.
Not even The Cats are allowed.
The Hawk Corner Room 4:50pm
EYE Live
on a widow’s walk
with One Magnificent View —
too bad the only people
EYE have to share It with
are The Birds.
Not even The Cats are allowed.
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 12:17pm
They flew above Me
surrounding My View
by the hundreds —
a thick flock of Blue Jays
where before I had always seen
Their Brilliance singularly
or in pairs —
I saw Them all around
weighted in The Scraggly Apple
even landing on the deck —
it doesn’t matter what
I was thinking or
where I was standing
— EYE Saw Them —
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:28am
The Sun Is Following Me —
EYE used to see It rise
@ 5:00 o’clock in the morning
when I first escaped from Olanzapine
when I heard The Rooster @ 6:00
and The Cow Bird kept Me company —
now I have The Sun again
after three full nights in a row
of sleep —
I got up after 7:00
and there It was
out My Kitchen Window
lining the clouds on the horizon
with Its pearly gold
of enchantment
and after I looked @ My Watch
That Old Familiar Spark Appeared
and grew into My Friend
THE COAST GUARD, Shelburne, N.S., Tuesday, July 20th, 1993 — 1B
SATELLITE ART FOR EXTRATERRESTRIALS
by Harold Hart
Joanna Hyde of Shelburne has
been busy recently in her back-
yard painting the design of a four-
teen point maple leaf on a huge
40 by 30 foot map of Canada.
–
The fourteen points mark loca-
tions in Labrador and Quebec
where Hyde would like to position
light reflecting surfaces to reflect
star-like points of light in the out-
line of a maple leaf into outer
space.
–
The large map arrived in Shel-
burne from Ottawa on May 17
where it had been hanging on an
outside wall of the National Arts
Centre. It was put there by the
Canadian Conference of the Arts
earlier in the year in an effort to
pressure the Federal Govern-
ment to stop cutting funding for
arts programs. It remained there
until the April 26 budget was
passed.
–
Joanna learned about the map
from an article in The Chronicle
Herald. Being interested in what
is called public art – the kind of
art which is large and displayed
outdoors – Joanna decided she
wanted the map. She contacted
the coordinator of the Canadian
Conference of the Arts and was
told she could have the map if she
would pay the shipping charges.
Joanna agreed and wound up the
new owner for just less than two
hundred dollars.
–
The map consists of twelve sec-
tions that were circulated to
more than 150 art galleries,
theatres, and schools in each
province where signatures were
affixed to protest government
funding cutbacks for the arts.
Once joined together the pieces
make a huge map of the country
with more than 400,000 signatures
appearing on it…
–
“Well, what is its weight?”
“Oh, it’s Dead Weight.”
“That’s OK. I just cremated
My Mother —
She didn’t weigh very much.”
–
After She painted Her 14-point Maple Leaf
Joanna lay down
and almost died.
She almost died
for years and years.
Long after one husband
cut up the map for tarps
to cover wood piles
at Her First Marital Home
Joanna revived eventually
on poetry and bird song
to find in the Summer of 2016
the abandoned map sections —
one with moss and ferns growing
out of it —
With the help of Her Adult Children
She retrieved three surviving pieces
of The Giant “Ties That Bind”
and dragged them across the county
to The East Side of Her Hawk House.
She laid them out
busy in Her Back Yard
hosing and scrubbing a 23-year build up
of Nova Scotia’s Forested Fate
stained and distressed
front and back
to dry in the sun
with the help of a couple of old towels —
not Her Grey One —
there was left no semblance of the configuration
of Canada — only the ghost
of a few red lines
a few patches of indelible signatures
and one partial strip of big black letters
along what must have been
the bottom — in English and French:
“…FUNDING FOR ARTS AND CULTURE”
–
She arranged the pieces
some still edged by sturdy grommets —
into what became a nearly perfect square
measuring 27 feet by 23.5 feet:
She had Her Canvas.
She would paint on the BACK.
She folded up the three sections
and with the help of Her Second Husband
She piled Them onto the floor
of The Hawk Utility Room —
the floor She had been using
for Her Most Recent Paintings
and as She writes, She thinks
of building a platform
a stage
perhaps next summer
if there is the same lack of rain
as this one —
She would secure The Triptych
upside down, with the foundation
of Canadian signatures — what’s left of the original
400,000
and setting up Her Gallons of Paint
with broom and hose nearby
She would paint and sweep and hose
Stratosphere of The Universe
The Hawk Deck 12:14
Under a heralding
of Blue Jays
and a back drop of waves
I am scrubbing My Canvas
My Old, 23 Year Old
giant map of Canada
where once a Maple Leaf
was painted on Quebec
where now it is pieces
having been left
blowing off wood piles
in Atlantic
I am reclaiming My Stake
in The Work
of “Satellite Art for Extraterrestrials”
to commemorate The 14 Female Engineering Students
killed in Montreal
on December 6th, 1989
before Peak was even
2 years old
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:51am
I stood bare-footed beside My Rose
above It, twice
and first I heard a Blue Jay
and second My Mother’s Chickadee
and as I looked at the numerous blossoms
I heard the surf of The Cape
and reveled in the fog droplets
upon the fertilized leaves
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 2:16pm
I have planted My First Rose Bush
“Knock-out Pink”
under Our New Sign saying The Blairs
in iridescent white
printed with a Blue Jay —
Chicken Polenta is made for The Kids
and can be baked anytime
and We’ve been invited to Their Grandfather’s
Memorial Service Friday Afternoon —
tomorrow night My Tree-planting Darlings
and one Mexican Collie
are to be collected
from the airport four hours away
and I will be making ham sandwiches
to take
and a Duncan Hines carrot cake
fortified with chopped pecans
just to have on hand
The Hawk Queen Bed 12:55am
The Rooster and The Cow Bird
seem far away
and I am in the hard core
of My Sleep Restoration —
I have slept tonight
unaided
yet I have woken
to sweaty pyjamas
a cat washing Her Self
on My Head
and an urge
to get up
and write
of My Victory
The Hawk Window Seat 7:40am
On this one month anniversary
since seeing My Good Morning Rainbow
and stopping the poisoning of My Brain
I have woken up to The Pair
of Cow Birds
on My Car Mirror —
the first I have seen
of Her