Joanna Gilman Hyde

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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

 

 

PRAYER FOR THE PIGS

The Hawk Queen Bed 7:14pm

“This Little Piggy Went To Market —

He was killed humanely

This Little Piggy Stayed Home

He watched TV with The Dog

This Little Piggy Ate Roast Beef

He didn’t like what He saw on Food Inc

This Little Piggy Had None

He was vegetarian

And This Little Piggy Went Wee Wee Wee

All The Way Home —

peeing in His pants”

MEAT PACKING

The Hawk Queen Bed 8:54am

I could write It now

while My Husband is in The Tub —

It’s all set up

in the heart of the USA —

The World’s Largest Slaughter House

when The Aliens decide to eat Us

They could herd Us along

the metal gates

the miles of trucking routes

in packed containers

to The Killing Chambers

where We would slide

down against steel floors

compressed

maybe 50 at a time

and dumped out onto The Cutting Boards

sliced

strung

savored

ON WATCH

The Hawk Window Seat 5:30am

I woke from The Hawk Queen Bed

to see The Full Moon resting

over The Cape

and on the other side

of The Earth

the pink glow of promise

that soon I would see

My Beloved Sun

edge Its way to the surface

IN THE UNIVERSAL SUN

The Hawk Deck 9:35am

With My Right Hand over My Eyes

I stand at attention

as The Waves march in

as I held My Hand over

My Heart

as A Child in School

pledging My Allegiance

to The Flag

FIRST POEM IN A NEW JOURNAL

The Hawk West Desk Window 8:45pm

I can watch The Sun go down

in The West

over prehistoric islands

then I can watch It rise

in The East

over My Favourite

Ocean

THE POWER OF TWO

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 10:22am

My Ten-thousand Square Foot Painting

Self Organizing Galaxy

still EXISTS

albeit underground

in two unwieldy bundles

somewhere within the confines

of The Orangetown Dump

in Rockland County, New York

where I grew up

MORNING VIEW

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:51am

I see The Silver Streaks

again

across My Silver Sea

I see The Halos of Light

again

throughout My Lashes

framing My Sight

and signifying

The Day of Good

ACCOMPLISHMENT!!

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

YAY!!!

IN THE UTILITY ROOM

The Hawk Basement 9:46am

M(EYE) Basement Floor

is galactic

I stand above

its stainage

of red & green

with excess sparkles

as The Stars —

trillions of Stars —

EYE couldn’t sweep

Them all up