Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: death

SAFELY STOWED IN THE LAND OF NOD*

The Tomato-coloured Couch 1:22pm

I want to put Roses

on My Brother’s Grave

on His Stone

inscribed with The First Bar

of Fur Elise

He taught His Niece Eliza

but I am certain

His Roses

lying there

would blow

away

*Howard Talbot Walden Hyde

October 6, 1962 — November 22, 2007

And Joy Division Played ATMOSPHERE

The Head of Hawk Point Road 3:22pm

I have been chasing

down The Sky

along Hawk Point Road

I saw It fall

to The Ocean

in snowy squalls

I got back in My Car

& drove to The Head

where sun rays burst through

above a frayed Canadian Flag

blowing over a contemporary

grave yard

TELEPATHIC REPARTEE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 12:55pm

You stood out in Sobey’s

Today

darkly dressed

pensive and lean

You had on rectangular

dark glasses

above Your narrow chin

standing in line

with The Rest Of Us

You became My Newest Member

of Joy Division

PREMISE ON “MENTAL ILLNESS”

There is no such “thing” as “mental illness.”  There is no true illness which can be said to be entirely “mental” unless it is derived from an organic source such as a brain tumour.  There are no physical attributes in the human body which can point to this description.  There is no pre-determining test for “mental illness.”  The psychiatric diagnosis used to determine the supposed state of “mental illness” is opinion-based at best, and most often this opinion is not shared by the individual in question.  At worst this opinion is often shared by family members, friends, and society as a whole, creating a kind of trap or “Catch 22” for the individual.

What we see when we attempt to use this stigmatizing and false description of “mental illness” is an array of human self expression which may be affected by, or resulting from, changes in environment, sleep patterns, physical activity, thought, perception, interaction with others, or any conglomeration of naturally occurring factors which can and do affect all of us as human beings.

We are variable and complex.  To lump any of us into “categories” of “mental illness” is a grave disservice to humanity.

 

Written by Joanna Gilman Hyde Blair

Don’t Walk Away, In Silence*

The Tomato-coloured Couch NOON

Gold is too warm

Silver is tarnished

like The Humanity

it represents

The Cold Truth

of believing in Our Selves

Our Bodies

Our Aspirations

*Ian Curtis, Joy Division

Notice To My Followers

When I first posted Halloween

all three related listings in the comment section

were “Good Morning, World!”

When I looked again

three different poems were listed.

 

 

 

HALLOWEEN*

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:11pm

I will tell You People

what kinda God I Am

& see if You can understand

Me —

I Am Serious

I Am NOT Serene

I am Factual, NOT based

on Faith —

based on Reason

as I Am Your Reason

for Schizophrenia

I Am The Light

of Silver,

NOT Gold

I have shown up

to stir This World up

from Its Legacy

of Bull Shit

It Is Time

for Me —

not to be believed

but to be KNOWN

I make My Announcement

Tonight

to establish The Fact

that The Human Mind

can be

Anything

*My Husband just gave Me the book So This Is Permanence

by Ian Curtis of Joy Division

“There Is NO Fooling Around”

Dear DVD:

I got your message

while I was eating My Spaghetti:

There Is NO Fooling Around

I know this now & I feel

We have entered 

a Completely New Phase

in This, Our

22nd Year

Facing My Black Star

The Hawk Living Room 2:22pm

I Am The Fury

The Black Heat Of Possession

Red-bladed

Against

The Purple Heart

Of My Third Child

MY PAINTING

The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:15pm

I have painted

The Sacred Heart

The Bon Jovi Heart

The Broken Heart

of My Third Child

I have painted

The Silver Lights

of My Black Star

violent

immovable

immortalized

beyond Me