Collage: An Afternoon Waltz

Run Away! (Douglas Brent Smith) Don’t go to the basement in your underwear Maybe you can’t tell but there’s a monster down there Do yourself a favor and turn on a light Pay attention if you want to live thru the night Did you notice that the kitchen knives are missing? Now is not the time for teen age lover kissing Did you notice that the lights are blinking? Why head for the danger? What are you thinking? (chorus:) Every scary movie has them: brainless fools Walking into danger as the monster drools Zombies and slashers love ‘em, they taste so good And never do the one thing that they should: Run away! Run away! Are you an idiot? Run away! If you’re smart you’ll avoid that cabin in the woods the one with a history of evil up to no good If it’s Friday the 13th you might want to stay awake Dreaming on that night could be a really big mistake (chorus) (c) 2017 Douglas Brent Smith

Baby Island

Baby Island - collage by douglas brent smith 26 December 1987

With Greater Detail

With Greater Detail - mixed media by douglas brent smith

Bill Said Yes

Bill Said Yes - collage by douglas brent smith, 3 January 1987 Notes: Originally titles "George Said Yes" but clearly that is Bill (I think it might be the actor Bill Irwin) and Bill is being asked a question, to which he enthusiastically answers "Yes!"

Make Waves

Make Waves - collage by douglas brent smith, 19890601 Oddities Unexplained: This collage, created June 1, 1989, appears on page 249 (with the back-side of the page simply the title) of journal #25. Communication, and the following poem, "Waves" was written on June 30, 1990 (more than a year later) and appears on page 251 of the same journal. I think how something like that happens is that there was a time when I created collages in my journals deep within the pages, long before the journal writing caught up. Plus, this particular journal took longer than usual to write. Does it matter? Not much. But, there you have it. Here's the poem: Waves everything on the surface develops a skin of its own unexamined, unrevealed, unkissed by the sun and then something falls with the unrelenting force of gravity and breaks that surface bearing a new moment which makes waves ohmyohmyohmyohmyohmy holycowholycowholycowholycow... but then the waves dissipate and the skin of the surface

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