Valuable Merchandise -- collage by douglas brent smith, 1978
he was cute and
younger than me but
not illegally younger
and wearing a tight
orange and purple
shirt that had written
across the chest
"are you gay?" and
he smiled and i thought
"isn't everyone?"
-- douglas brent smith
i saw it coming and started running
but it never seemed to stop
it flashed like a light in the middle of the night
and exploded with a loud piercing pop
the morning hit me and my shirt didn't fit me
and beer cans were bent at my feet
i walked to the kitchen someone started bitchin'
and led me back to the street
cars were passing and hustlers were hassling
every new face that strolled by
i jumped to the street dodging the heat
while my feet did their best to fly
like a circus clown in a strange dark town
i reached for your number and phoned
come save me from this with a smile and a kiss
it's too much to face all alone
you balked and you stalled and said why did you call?
you need to find someplace to stay
the high that sustained us was destined to fall
and the feelings have all flown away.
-- douglas brent smith
she shared some details
of the road trip with
the teen in a van
not too many intense
infraction type details
it was fill in the blanks
with too much thinking
heart wrenching imagination
like why would two people
in a van driving together
sharing inside secrets and
cheap road food not be
more than she said
playing a players game
of silence and selective
facts believable whether deceivable
or not who could know
she met a native american guide
entering the great grand canyon
already ahead of her hiking
below the entertainer chevy chase
working up his best sweat
"losing weight for a part," he told her
he seemed nice she told me
she, so sun tanned
deeply in pain
followed the guide's instructions
scaling the canyon, seeking and
finding her peace on her own
in shorts and a shirt
a weight loss plan of her own
for that burn in her heart
immune from her lotions
medicines and potions
yet falling away as she scaled
deeper to release the one-hundred-and-ninety
pounds of disappointment
the guide set her free
with a nod for the tip
and when she returned
freedom felt better than the pain
sending her away again
without the boy
without me
free.
when the motion
slips into another space
explanations defy attempts to reconcile
part of the magic lives in everything
that's ever been
and ever is
like a wave
all of our days are part of something
more complex than we can see
so the part of you in me
and me in you goes on
some of the energy conserved in all
that's ever drawn
from breath lives on
-- douglas brent smith
Friendly Advice -- collage by douglas brent smith, 14 November 1983, from the journal "Theme and Variation"
NOTES:
Not so much a collage as a collection of images that builds up as I'm writing a journal, this one from 1983 - 1984. Based on the pictures on the wall, the picture at the bottom of Dorinda and me playing together is from Bridgeton, NJ -- no doubt Dad & Edna's house on Jay Avenue. We look happy.
The woman on the slide of course is Nena and she looks happy, too. These were perhaps dramatic but oh so happy times.
movements
from a stranger
blackouts
from the center of the soul
childlike prods
to an undiscovered corner
tripping, tipping
into a hole
movements
as the stranger
blackouts
from the cage of ourselves
liberating touches
on the edge of frenzy
seizing, freezing
short of the goal
where is the cutting edge?
one of us is bleeding.
-- douglas brent smith
The Motion Age Beatnik -- collage by douglas brent smith, 21 March 1984
Notes:
I met the three people who are featured in the lower right corner of this collage. It was during a festival that I was involved with in Child's Play Touring Theatre. I do not remember the name of the mime trio. I think they were from France. They were fun, they were fabulous, we all got along famously. Never to meet again, but for a day or two we were all fast friends. I didn't speak any French, so our interactions were mostly non-verbal, but they were a mime troupe after all, so no problem at all.
Old advice could still be good -- if it ever was good.
Some old advice does not age well and so we throw it out. Stock market tips from 1980 won't do you much good today. Fashion statements from 1990 probably won't serve you well now.
But some old advice holds up well. Take care of others. Tell the truth. Always do your best. Lots of old advice is still great advice.
What's your best advice?
-- doug smith
something's unclear
and i fear it's true
who live here?
is it me or you?
-- douglas brent smith
from "One of One: 143 Poems"
Notes:
I did actually paint this study, although it has been lost to the ages somehow, maybe in the fire in Louisville, maybe in one of my many moves. Too bad, it came out much better than this sketch. The window scene was different, featuring a VW beetle. The floor was black and yellow. It's an acquired taste but I really liked it. It was fairly large compared to my usual works, too -- probably 36 x 48 inches.