Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: Public Art

CIRCULATION

The Hawk West Window 10:22am

Take My Hand

Take My Naked Hand

Hold On To My Left Wrist

& We Will Collect Up All The Galaxies

We Will Pin Point Every Cell

Transform Every Particle

& Then We Will Stand Together

By That Wretched Sign

At The Sobey’s Cart Corral:

“In The Event Of An Emergency

Gather Here”

DEMON-STRATION

The Tomato-coloured Couch 1:11pm

I live with A Demon

of My Own Creation

caged above Me

in My Living Room

He is black & dirty

with giant bird shit

dripping off the upper right corner

of His Chicken Wire Cage

first laid across Him

on the 4th Floor

of Cooper Union’s Foundation Building

where He came to Life

never to speak — only to glare

with His Brilliant Eyes

down upon His Audience —

Yet Today He Speaks!

Through Me as I speak out

for The Creature of My Fierce Fear —

My Fear of being locked in

or up

or out

as I have been locked inside

psychiatric wards

for years on end

I am OUT NOW

& I can speak My Mind

no matter how It comes out

I AM BLACK JESUS — but

not because I am dressed in black

I AM BLACK JESUS — because

I can speak

for My Desperate Crow — d

STAR

The West Desk Window 8:45am

I have put My Daughter’s Name

above Her

on the wall @ The Head of Her Bed

The Name is Mine

in photographs of My Rooftop Painting

within Her Reach

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

SELF ORGANIZING GALAXY

UPDATE

My Art Framer Al Delaney

former Mayor of Shelburne, Nova Scotia

called this morning

to tell Me He finished framing

My Letter from former Mayor Ed Koch

of New York City

& My Letter from former Governor Tom Kean

of New Jersey

written upon The Completion

of My Ten-thousand Square-foot Elliptical Spiral

on The Roof of The Former #5 World Trade Center

“GOOD MORNING, WORLD!”

and to the rest of you

that are still asleep —
This Is Your Mother
Speaking:

It’s Time To Go To School
and I mean
REAL SCHOOL —

It’s Time To Go
BACK to Your
Kitchens, Women, &
cook for Your
decreasing Families,

It’s Time, Children, To Get On
The Bus of Human Intelligence
for Our Fight:

The Fight of Our Lives

as Human Beings on
This Planet —
for That is
All We Are — We
are Human &
We are God —

& We Cannot Continue
as We have been
for however many
thousands or millions of
years.

This is Your MOTHER
SPEAKING — CRYING
For You, My Children,
to Stop Killing
Yourselves
through Your Own
desperation, &
stupidity —

I Love You All
Dearly
& without You I
would
Die!”

“WAKE UP WORLD &
smell The Coffee —
drink that Tim Horton’s
& Think of Me.

Watch This Television
until You are Blue
in The Face,
which is MY
FACE  —

You have desecrated
Me with
Your naivety, Your
revulsion & Mine,
for You & Me &
Now —
I can no longer look
My Self in The Face
& Smile

Because of YOU

(red star, red star)

October 1st, 2010 THE HAWK

continued from Diary:

I AM THE RED STAR —

I AM THE ALERT BUTTON
on Your Car
remote

Listen to Me — You are
All I Have Left
here,

& here is the Only Place
We know of

which sustains us, somewhat,

& which sustains Me,

Your Guiding Star

Your Furious Mother —

and Who was My Furious

Mother, You may ask?

She is Dead Now & Somewhere

out There, Haunting Me

as I am aiming now to

Haunt You,

& Haunt You I Will,

Until You Turn Around,

with The Earth,

with The Light of Our

Yellow Star —

Soon To Turn Red.

I am speaking to You from

This Black Box, This Hole

But I Can See You,

like The Romper Room Lady —

I am Magic, if You

believe in Magic

— and I feel You must

believe in Something —

There is The Divine, for

I have felt Its Wrath —

There is God, for I have

been beaten down by Him,

now, into this heaving mass

of Human Organism

which rises up before You,

to Speak to You

from The Device I Loathe:

The Device of Corruption, Greed,

Sloth, & Desire.

Yes, I Desire You,

I Desire That You Wake Up

to Hear Me, That You

Wake Up to Feel Me, For

What Am I To You But

All That Is Left of

possible salvation?

I am Your Mother & My

Mother before Me, & Her Mother,

& My Father’s Mother & Her

Mother — I AM ALL MOTHERS

I Speak For The Salvation

of The Children of God

WHO MUST NOW, FINALLY,

GROW UP

*

TRANS PONDER 22

The Hawk Deck 9:00am

I See A Spider Web

Side On

It Is Galactic

The Spider In The Centre

Is Female

n’est ce pas?

AWAKE!

The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:09pm

I don’t need a man

to elevate My Scripture —

It’s High Enough Already!

I don’t need a man to walk

beside Me, or behind Me with a placard

My Voice Is My Placard

I don’t need a man to go with Me

to conferences and speeches —

I’ll take My Girlfriends

I don’t need a little man

I have My Husband

& He is Big Enough, Big Time

My Love Will Fuel My Message

IN UTERO

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:24pm

This is No Nova Scotia

This is No Second Beer

on The Tomato-coloured Couch

before the steaks go under the broiler

This is having a distraught Husband

say nothing

because what is there to say?

He is not The Man

to Elevate My Scripture

He is not The Man

to follow along with a placard

He is not The Man

to film Me for a Youtube Channel

to travel with Me to My Speeches

He is not That Little Man

I claim to have loved

for twenty years or more

— He was the doctor who took care of Peak

in utero

— He is The Man I uttered four words to

and My World was born

ANNIVERSARY

The Hawk Kitchen 9:05am

I’m cashing in on 9/11

checking My 1,630 Views

on Self Organizing Galaxy

@ 9:11am

This Cloudless Tall Tuesday