Joanna Gilman Hyde

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PAINTINGS BY ASLAM ABOUJAMRA

The Hawk Corner Room 4:10pm

My Prison, My Sanctuary —

what I used to name Dr Blair’s

Big White Castle

where He worked hard and lived hard

for over thirty years —

is delightfully exposed

now, at The Foot of Dr Blair’s Big Brown Bed

here on The Hawk —

The Bed I have finally decked out

with new sheets and new comforter

in blues to go with His Eyes —

The Big Brown Bed in a pea-green room I left

in My Flurried Escape

returned to last night, but just

to sleep —

this morning I took down

The Lee Savage Drawings

facing Us:

A Woman (Lee’s Wife) with just lips

and Its Mate — Lee and Karen’s Open Porch

(on “My Side” of The Bed)

— Now, This Morning, I put up

The Frameless Oils

painted by The Syrian Brother

of One of The Doctors sponsored

by Dr Blair in 1999 —

The Year of Our Fateful Affair

— They’re A Pair of gaily painted

Houses —

The One on the left

is a small white house Dr Jamal Aboujamra

rented from Dr Blair —

and The One on the right

at My Night Time Feet

expressionistic-ally depicts the largest residential building*

in Barrington Passage

no longer owned by My Captor

swirling in brush strokes

of pink, peach and green —

The Giant Cedar

obscures high windows

of The Victorian Rooms

I floundered in

on couches and beds

while Dr Blair worked

in His Attached Office

I lay there and dreamed

on anti-depressants and Olanzapine

and wrote what would turn into

a book of poems

titled “No Bones About It

stored somewhere in the basement

of Our House here on The Hawk

where I have finally found My Self

My Art, and Jesus to boot

in Jethro Tull’s Aqualung

played on The Canadian French Radio

while working on My Secret Painting

here in My Own Little Corner Room

where I am finally free

 

*Dr Blair’s Big White Castle burned down on the same morning in December 2017 I left for Christmas vacation in British Columbia — to spend with His Family and My Kids — without him.

THE FIRST DAY OF DUCK SEASON

The Hawk Queen Bed 7:54am

“That’s right Blue Jays–

You tell Those Hunters

They are disturbing The Peace

by killing innocent birds

trying to fly South —

You tell Them — there’s A Woman

on The Hawk

with Her Bed Room Windows open

just so She can hear The Waves

and has to be woken

from a wild dream

of transvestites and babies

hefty and shrinking

alerted to Those Lethal Bangs”

THE STORY OF A MAP

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

SATELLITE ART FOR EXTRATERRESTRIALS

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

space.

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

passed.

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:

…FUNDING FOR ARTS AND CULTURE

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

400,000

and setting up Her Gallons of Paint

with broom and hose nearby

She would paint and sweep and hose

Stratosphere of The Universe

 

 

MORNING ON THE HAWK

The Hawk Deck 10:17am

The Waves sing out to Me

while Our Coffee steeps

Hunter is feeding the cats

I will check My Rooftop Views

@ 10:22

The Hawk Queen Bed 10:57am

The Surf is to The South

coming through Our Bedroom Windows

while We sit, legs stretched out

drinking second cups of coffee

on Our Hawk Queen Bed

with a solitary cat —

one of six —

resting between Us

THE UNLEASHED GREAT DANE

The Hawk Corner Room 5:50pm

Olivia sprang from Her Cord

& headed for both neighbours

on one side of the road

& then the other

where She met The Woods

& Her Owner had to take off

in one maroon vehicle

in nebulous pursuit —

She’s not back yet

but I have to get My Supper —

 

THE TOMATO-COLOURED COUCH 9:00pm

I was That Baby

in My Bassinet

on a living room balcony

in a house called The Laundry

I watched The Ceiling

until it grew

into The Balcony Ceiling

here at The Hawk

where I lie back

in My Couch’s Recliner

to look up

& up again

under the cover

of My Grown Up Shelter

THE HAWK PORTICO 5:22pm #2

How incongruous that I should hear

The Jays of Valley Cottage

Here on Cape Sable Island

where I am so far removed

from My Growing Up–

or aren’t I still growing?

Here I feel I Have Arrived–

My Destiny has been laid out

on My Grandmother’s Silver Tray

on display atop

My Mother’s Mahogany Drop-leaf Table

Here in My Hawk Living Room

THE HAWK PORTICO 3:37pm

I stepped out on The Deck

into The Early Morning Sun

— with My Clipboard, Pencil

Cup of Coffee — I looked out at The Atlantic

& decided to be A Writer.

I determined to fix A Poem:

The Greatest Date  — written A Decade Ago —

I would fix The Ending mostly —

isn’t it The End

which usually needs attention?

& worked away

in That Dazzling Sun, in old sunglasses,

listening to The Breaking Waves, Birds

& My Husband stirring in The Kitchen

feeding The Cats