Ground Bound Promise, sketch by douglas brent smith, 1978
drama yet again
a dramatist's conflict
pivots in place
when peace is achieved
and there is no drama
it is conflict to the form
but! is this true? or only
ego driven desire for
more attention
brought by the tension
that drama brings
with the world unresting
drama keeps testing.
-- douglas brent smith
peacefully free #3
the universal circle
o
ends where it begins
o
bends not breaking
defined by the space
inside
equal in pressure
and flow
o
to the space outside
o
laughing Buddha
did know
o
sweet Jesus
did know
o
nameless eternity
do you know
peace lives here
o
when you know.
-- douglas brent smith
peacefully free #2
when i learn to leave
judgment and criticism
instead enjoying others
and their differences
delights
when i learn to accept
this place on earth
assured
as a happy one
with a peaceful soul.
-- douglas brent smith
Mustard Seed Truck
Notes:
Peter bought a used mail truck which had the steering apparatus on the right side instead of the traditional left side on American vehicles so that the drive could place mail into resident's mail boxes without getting out of the truck. Because of that oddity, Peter said that his truck had a sex change -- it used to be a female truck but was turned into a MAIL truck -- and now was stuck as a male.
Those trucks are surprising small inside and of course, only have one seat. Nena and I sat in the back on boxes or folding chairs -- no seatbelts -- on route to our Mustard Seed Theatre gigs. I think that Bob and Harry travelled separately, probably in Harry's car.
We didn't get nearly as many gigs as we'd hoped for (after all, we'd hoped to make it our career) but it was fun while it lasted.
dbs
peacefully free
a conflict-free person
does not destroy
knowing she will always
rather remain whole
knowing she offers
a pathway to peace
-- douglas brent smith
song of the night
deep in the night
all the joy here beside you
feeling our spirits
rise and converge
deep in the night
with the dance of holding
folding our arms
and our hearts as one
deep in the night
our darkness behind us
the new secrets find us
full and alive
deep in the night
as i turn to kiss you
your eyes shine those signs
of friendship and love.
-- douglas brent smith
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.
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"Modern Arrangement" collage by douglas brent smith Created: 8 August 1980
