Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: Public Artist

MRS BLAIR GOES TO MARKET

The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:15pm

Dr Blair’s Wife dressed in grey slacks

dark grey sweater with gold zipper

rings upon Her Fingers

LL Bean upon Her Toes

drove Her nearly new Ford Fusion

to The Little Coastal Store

on Cape Island

to buy six packs of cat treats

for seven cats

two pork chops

two lesser cuts of red meat

to listen to Fatboy Slim’s

Praise You

on the way

Home

LUMINOSITY

The Hawk Living Room 1:53pm

Dressed in My Robe

of Luminous Silver

with My Little Raspberry Slippers

I am The Lady Of Immense Leisure

and This High Living Room

where I reside in The Sun

is My New Rooftop

9/11

The Hawk West Desk Window 4:11pm

ICONIC POWER:

WESTERN FEMININE APPEAL

COLLIDES WITH ISLAM

THE VOICE

The Hawk West Desk Window 9:11pm

The Voice, My Voice

which emanates from

My Sordid Black Box

is The Strident Voice Of Command

laying out facts

straight on a platter

not as an offering

but with the insistence

that You take

what I dish out

not as punishment

but to quell the notion

of an ideal world

for Our World is The Real World

dark & defiant

crawling with Human Beings

 

“GOOD MORNING, WORLD!” read aloud

 

“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

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FAME

The Hawk Portico 5:15pm

One year out of art school

I rose to stellar fame

— or tried to —

when I painted the roof

of The World Trade Center

& fended off The Director’s

romantic advances

He’s dead now

so I’m free to write

that I did NOT sleep My Way

to the top

that MY TOP has not been reached

yet

But It’s Going To Be

In My Lifetime

even if I have to die first

SIGNATURE CALL

The Hawk Portico 3:00pm

The Signalling Call Of The Gull

Is To Alert Others

But That I Too Hear It

Must Mean, Momentarily,

That I Am In An Exchange

Of

Ear

And

Voice

THE LAST PAGE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:40pm

My Fame Will Be

This World’s

Freedom

When I Am Found Out

Inside & Out

We Will No Longer

Believe

In Schizophrenia

Bi-polar

& Other Multitudinous

“Psychiatric Illnesses”

Silver Will Sky-rocket

Gold Will

Linger In Its

Old-fashioned Luster

Man & Woman Will Live Together

Unrivalled

I AM DRESSING

The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:10pm

I Am Dressing

For My Painting Today

Top Colour Orange

For The Spiral

Blue Jeans For The Sky

Magic Dangly Earrings

For Sprays & Sprinkles Along Curved Edges

Diamond Rings Of Wedding & Question Mark Moon

For The Interpretation

WE ARE ALL PROPHETS

The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:10pm

We Are All Prophets

Seeing Our Futures

And Creating Our Ways

To The Regeneration

Of Our True Forms

In The Singularity