YESTERDAY’S WOMAN:
Yesterday’s Woman blew a fat horn blasting low rasping note
into the room.
“It’s from the 1940’s” she said, looking tousled with a sparkle
& I wondered if she meant the note. People came from other
countries, attracted to the sound, in search of company
& conversation. I paced, I left the room, returned & listened
from outside & within, watching the flow of colours weave.
Words waited in the wings, lay in books stacked in bags. Hauled
daily in & out of town as heavy weights, literally literature
that’s left it’s scar in the gathering & gathered to combine
this heavy weight of paper. I ride the morning train amongst
the separated silent faces, pen poised, but no ones eager to
toss me a lyric. At night the carriages fills with tired eyes,
limp suited energy & solitary men hunching over ready meals.
I find the last car in the carpark, turn the key & slip into the
surf of night radio waves.
(K)
Karl Hyde 
BOOKS?
Me?
Driving at least 2 hours a day,
sometimes even more, depending on the traffic.
There is no radio, no TV and no newspapers in my life since the early 90´s.
I always get the essentials before I reach the coffee machine anyway.
Most books give me a heavy brain activity as a side effect of a flood of associations as soon as I open it, so I fall asleep within 10 minutes and a page. The first book I read in one sweep was What Is Art? by our painter Ernst Billgren, the guy with the city tattooed on his arm.
Love music and pictures. My mother used to punish me by hiding the only radio we had, so that I had to study during the afternoons while she was working. I was even more punished if I tore the paper out of my textbook for my drawings. Sometimes I only had a few pages left and I could turn into black, blue and yellow, the kind of art that has created my sacred world long before the mobiles came and the discipline that is paying my bills today.
Audiobooks? Wonder how it would feel to hear your voice at least 2 hours a day.
Just joking 🙂 Love your voice, that´s all.
❤