sketch: Pipe Organ (More of the Pipe Saga), by douglas brent smith
During the period of time when I occasionally drew an addition to the Pipe Saga, my dad smoked a pipe. He had sense to quit later, but while he did the smell was wonderful. The pipes I drew were humorous and with a nod to the surrealists, especially Magritte who was at the time perhaps my favorite artist.
On a more fantastical note, I really would like to play that pipe organ, wouldn't you?
(pretty little almond eyes
sleeping next to me
breathing such sweet loving sighs
questionless and free
pretty little almond eyes
snuggle close to me)
with unexpected joy i find you with
your welcoming radiance
a once illusive happiness
floods into my soul
reckless and free
a thousand wild laughing tingles
glowing from the flow
of days with you
and nights with you
and secrets we both know
(high brown eyes
h.b.e.
waking next to me
whispering about your dreams
such sweet certainty
pretty little almond eyes
share this world with me.)
-- douglas brent smith
Analysis Training Sketch with Stars, from journal #12, Never Doubt (1978).
sunlight shimmers in
her eyes her
breasts dance with
each tiny breath
whispering
my name
-- doug smith
It was a lean time, surviving on peanut butter, pasta, and soup and enjoying the freedom that a wide-open schedule provided where even at work I could draw, write, compose. Ah, but I was young and my sense of humor perhaps more crude than good and cartoons like this resulted.
It's silly, but there it is.
if you catch me
counting stars
some night
when i should be
gazing into your eyes
or if a tear drop
forms when we
should be
celebrating
chalk it up
to mystery
or a muse chasing
escaping vibrations
but never blame your
self and never doubt
our love.
-- douglas brent smith