Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Tag: The Meaning of Life

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

 

 

I PULLED DOWN A LITTLE CHUNK OF SKY & GAVE IT TO MY SELF

The Hawk Queen Bed, January 8,11:04pm

There’s a New God

On The Block —

She’s outdone, beaten up

The Old Guy

with Her Hair, Dark

in a bun — orange blossom

at Her Ear —

She sits on My Right Shoulder

& tells Me with Her Voice So Dear:

“You Know The Meaning of Life

So You Are A Star —

So Go To Sleep”

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.

AUTHOR’S READING “THE SCRIPT”

PROPHETIC READING “THE SCRIPT” BY JOANNA GILMAN HYDE

HERE I COME!

The Hawk Deck 10:52am

As The World Crashes

Down Around Me

I Rise To Do

My Laundry

On This MOST Beautiful Day

Of Dis-cover-y

MY MOTHER’S DIAGNOSIS

The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:00pm

On This Day in 1991

I was told My Mother wouldn’t live

through the spring

I vowed to My Self

I would not feel the pain

of Her Loss

I kept My Vow

 

My Canvas Has Not Arrived Yet

The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:06pm

Out of the murky darkness

of a stupid little hospiral (typo I will keep) room

almost 22 years ago

I saw what I am inspired

to paint now —

God’s Joke

in brown, gold & pink —

should I stick to the original

or should I go for The Update

or could I use

BOTH PALETTES?

PREPAREDNESS

The Hawk West Desk Window NOON

I have My Paint Clothes on:

Black Marks and Spencer pants

of My Husband’s

from twenty years ago —

a little girl’s white knitted top

with pearl buttons

no jewellery except for My Silver Hoops

I’m waiting for My Canvas

to be delivered

I’m churning

My Meaning Of Life

over & over

in My Brain

“GO TO SLEEP”

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:15pm

The Message I received

from My Divine Hallucination

of the head of The Beautiful Dark Haired Woman

on My Right Shoulder

Who said, “You Know The Meaning Of Life

And So You Are A Star —

so go to sleep”

may have been, now, telling

The Whole World

to go to sleep —

perhaps it is not awakening

We need —

it is Sleeping and Dreaming

celebrating The Night

Our Darkness

to find Our True Selves