Sketch: "Concentration on Detail" by doug smith, 1978
with you
always at the right moment
you know
a smile, a touch, a spontaneous poem
and all the lights now happy midnight
bright joys come soaring
from you to me as we
fly wing on wing
with our promise of love our
tender desire our
strength of growing
now and until all the candles
flicker out i will hold this flame
with you.
-- douglas brent smith
Mustard Seed Theatre Company Logos
Notes:
Peter, Harry, and I started a little touring theatre company we called the Mustard Seed Theatre Company. We had very limited success for an all too brief amount of time. I later revived the name at churches in Chicago, and I'm sure that any search would uncover other theatre companies bearing that name, but we loved it while we proudly wore it on our t-shirts.
These sketches are modest attempts at logos. circa 1977-1978
vacancy
flame fast upon the styro
foam underbelly of the
rapidly freezing uncooperative ozone
(don't let it rain daddy)
the
initial waves hurt only a few
misguided wild winking creatures
grazing mesmerized by the new sun
by the endless summer
by the quick
(what about the cat daddy?)
some say the continents shifted
tectonic shifts wrecking slumber
impact by the billions or so
psychogestalt screams of urgently
weeping innocents
(how much water do we have daddy?)
the parthenon stood the eiffel blinked
hancock shuddered general motors flinched
but all carefully in place unharmed unscarred
(daddy what's wrong?)
noah gasped christ wept and music
cloned recklessly moaned recognizable melodies
endgame moved into place bartered out
castled and kinged winged flashing
vacancy
vacancy...vacancy...
(oh daddy it hurts)
mimes muttered clowns frowned the whole
broken circus city state
tumbled down
cavernous cravings mist hot twisted
vacancy
sensate symbiotic ruptures
seven dragons seven angels seven
remaining wonders / blunders
vacancy
(oh god daddy i can't breathe!)
-- douglas brent smith
What Is Real?
What Is Real? sketch by douglas brent smith, (1977)
Notes:
Cece and I used to play a word game we called "What Is Real?" The idea was that we were all living in a movie, or simulation, or game, and only some of us and some things are real. It seemed a bit advanced for 1977 but I was reading a lot of science fiction at the time and Cece has always had a very open, very curious, very creative mind. It was fun.
We'd also draw pictures, sometimes using a surrealist technique known as "exquisite corpse" where you each draw half of the picture, without seeing what the other person has drawn. The paper is folded in half with a couple of lines visible on both halves to show you where to connect the pictures. It was also fun.
These sketches are just doodles from one of my journals.
auto nuts
some folks have no business
inside an automobile
they drive like crazy demons
flaming nuts behind the wheel
they brake too soon
and turn too late
to tease the highway
horror fate
and one day after nine to five
they'll crush another once alive
a crash at eighty painfully
let's hope it's neither you or me.
-- douglas brent smith
softly
oh
the adventure
of each evening
easing softly
into your arms
feeling gently
the warmth
you offer
the touch and kiss
of loving
the cool sweet
comfort of
trusting
openly (such
open) wings
taking flight
soaring with
splendor in bliss-
filled union
oh
the pleasure
of each passion
easing softly
into you.
-- douglas brent smith
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