Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Tag: human-rights


THE COAST GUARD, Shelburne, N.S., Tuesday, July 20th, 1993 — 1B


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


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


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:


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


and setting up Her Gallons of Paint

with broom and hose nearby

She would paint and sweep and hose

Stratosphere of The Universe




Sobey’s Parking Lot 3:55pm

Through roadside fields of Lupine

I drove My Manuscript


after saying Good-bye

to My New Psychiatrist

I will see no longer —

“How will You remain stable?”

She asked,

“EYE will be looking after

M(EYE) Self”


The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 10:51am

EYE just hit

22 minutes & 22 seconds

on M(EYE) C2

& have come up

to The Hawk Kitchen Outpost

to see M(EYE) Sea

struck in Silver



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


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.


The Hawk Living Room 1:08pm

I just danced

to Daft Punk, One More Time

here in My Hawk Living Room

— the last time I danced

like I was from Outer Space

was during one month

in The Nova Scotia Hospital

for Those Who don’t know

It’s The Province’s largest mental hospital

re-named The East Coast Forensic Unit

and of that month

I cannot recall a single day

but the day I arrived


May 15, 2015 The Hawk Queen Bed 9:42pm

Women are bleeding

all over The Globe

having babies and abortions


I am so tired

I could sleep for a thousand years

& wake to A New Day

of Knowing

& wake to A New Long Day


The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:44pm

Women are burning up

all over this fair world

They’re trying to make supper

& carrying on conversations

at the same time

talking about what it’s like

to have all The Power

& no place to put it


The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:18pm

Thousands of Women in Sri Lanka

sew My Husband’s shirts

& fasten countless buttons

for Me to undo

one by one


The Hawk Kitchen 2:10pm

I stood in The Portal

of My House

waving good-bye

to My Husband after

lunch —

I stood

as A Woman

not just of The House

but of The World