Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: graffiti

NEWS FLASH

The Hawk Computer 6:04 pm

My Husband, Dr William Hunter Blair, now believes

that My World Trade Center Roof Top Painting from 1984

titled Self Organizing Galaxy

may have given someone the idea

for 9/11

http://carloschagall.com/2015/09/11/self-organizing-galaxy-by-joanna-hyde/comment-page-1/#comment-6419

NOTICE TO MY READERS 222

EYE have not been writing much —

EYE have been making recordings into M(EYE) cell phone

in-which M(EYE) Husband does not seem very interested.

PERCEPTION

The Tomato-coloured Couch 1:55pm

DHW

You can’t get Me

by presenting health care professionals

dressed in black

dropping Me into The Black Abyss

of the blood-letting chair

making Me have to go to The Pristine Public Wash Room

where I heavily considered drawing Your Initials

on the wall above The Mirror —

and Outside!

Everywhere it seemed I heard

Your well-used “See Ya!”

You showed Me every arrangement

of Your Initials on license plates

but I knew I could get home

where I could take an Ativan

under My Direction

MY REAL LIVE HEART

The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:15pm

Today I threw

My Heart away

The One conceived in The Night

& woken to in The Light

of Silver

That Heart was haunting

Me

for 2 decades

of seething

red & black

futility

Now

there is no other

Heart

but

My

Cardiac

Organ

keeping

Me

ALIVE

EMERGENCY

DVD will you meet me @ Barrington Sobey’s cart corral

tomorrow at 2:22 pm 

I now know why you stood

at the foot of My Hospital Bed

BLACK JESUS

The Hawk West Desk Window 11:00pm

In The Beginning

when there was No Beginning

She wore The Disguise of White

with Little Red Sneakers

& A Red Bow in Her Hair

to lay out well-founded plans

for The Elliptical Spiral

to be seen from above

It was Black Jesus

who painted & stained

His way into Her Very Heart

& dressed Her in Black

with a see-through skirt

& Sash of Satin Red

in The End

when there was NO End

NOON IN THE REAL WORLD

I just woke from a Gravol-induced Dream:

Out on a brick terrace

I was being interviewed

by a Keith Haring Type

about My Life so far

& My Artistic Intentions

Suddenly I Stood Up

wearing a long white billowy robe

I declared —

“THIS IS WHAT I WANT TO DO”

I walked over to a vacant section

& The Keith Haring Guy said “I Know —

You Want To SAVE”

I turned to Him & explained “No —

that word has been overused —

I have a lot of problems with that word

which I wont go into now.  This

is what I want to do — ”

I raised My Arms up to the tree limbs

& sky above Me & I began to spin

I spun so fast, faster and faster

that I became a spinning top

as I chanted:  Organize Organize Organize

until I felt I was turning into a Gyroscope

The first definition of the verb to Organize

in My Mother’s 1971 Random House Dictionary:

1.  to form as or into a whole

consisting of interdependent or coordinated

parts, esp. for harmonious or united action.

THE HAWK DECK ANNIVERSARY

Today is One Year

from when My Friend Craziest Horse

uploaded Self Organizing Galaxy

onto YouTube–

I am a YouTube Artist now

with a solid 1,535 views under My Vest

and a career that’s unfolding

into the 2nd half of My Life

TIME IS OUR MEDIUM

I am checking My Views

for Self Organizing Galaxy

@ 9:11am & 9:11pm

Atlantic Standard Time

THE HAWK PORTICO 5:22pm

My Graffiti Years

may have begun

when I was a hospital patient

supposedly recovering at home

while My Father visited

& drove Me scheming

to emblazon each of The Town’s public mirrors

with one Gold Emblem

each with the word “God” inscribed

to describe the reflected viewer

Maybe I Should I Have Used Silver Stickers?