Evidence From the Car Crash
The Writings of Daniel Car Crash. Poetry, fiction, comedy. Copyright Daniel Smallegange.
Tuesday, March 17, 2026
Monday, March 16, 2026
I am very Proud to have worked on a show, as Props Buyer, which won an Oscar for Best Production Design. Congrats to Frankenstein!
Hurray, I can now scratch off my career list: Work for a show which wins an Oscar for Best Production Design (which Props Dept falls under). Congrats for Frankenstein Oscars to Tamara Deverell and Shane Vieau. Also, Kate Hawley, who won for best costumes, Cliona Furey. Mike Micky Hill, and Jordan Samuel for hair and makeup. Yay. Here are some pics of props and things I was involved with and thought were cool. I personally ripped up and aged the flags and got all the weapons and horse gear for the battle field scene, which was one of my faves. And getting the books was another passion project as I love antiques and books and so does the director. #frankenstein #Oscars #GuillermoDelToro
Monday, March 2, 2026
There is a Fine Layer of Dust, by Daniel Smallegange.
There is a fine layer of dust
Covering you almost entirely you
Fine layers and fine print
A fine mess
And look at you looking
With those wet eyes so big
Shake yourself rise up rise up
At least enough to
Shake off some of the gathered detritus
This debris there's bits of plaster too
Coating you, fallen down
From this house once great you built
Now slowly crumbling
A fine mess indeed and murky viewings
Prospects seen
Through windows smeared
But what was once glorious
That is where your head lies now
Behind
And look at you looking
With those big wet liquid eyes
Rise up rise up
Shake off this dust and gathering mold
At least at least
Before you settle once more
To view the past
And reminisce
By Daniel Smallegange, copyright 2026, all rights reserved.
Photo of the author, circa 2010ish.Thursday, February 5, 2026
I Crushed a Can at Midnight, by Daniel Smallegange
I crushed a can at midnight
And I sunk too deep
I thrashed around to music
While all the gods did sleep
Dancing with the stars
Fronting like a Tsar
An island on my own
Hissing at the flames
Begging for the rains
While I crushed a can
I crushed another
It was then that I
Began to wonder
How it all began
Where it was she ran
And how the times do change
Until I danced this free
I sang for solace and revenge
Alone alone at midnight
Where I crushed a can
I crushed and crushed and crushed them all
Until my vision swam
I railed and cried and gnashed my teeth
Coughed and puked and staggered
And then I took to swagger
And walked the pain away
Until the moonlight
Ran from me like rain
And the dawn arrived
To whom I crushed another can
By Daniel Smallegange, copyright 2014, all rights reserved.
Photo of the author, approx 2010, Toronto.
Thursday, January 29, 2026
In a Certain Light, written by Daniel Smallegange
In a certain light
In a certain view
I can see and contend
Exactly with you
With what you say and
What you mean
All you portray
What to glean
From all your frontings and fixed countenance
Your damn gloating and false pretence
Such effortless allure I wish I could procure
Lovely contours also you can imprint upon me
Anytime night or day
However and when
My point of view shifts
When I stumble or fall
Everything is less focused
More obscure
And the truth of you
Shines as through an open door
That's quickly shut
So this blurs and fades
Shades of light
Yellows and grey
But your silhouette remains constant and
Pulls me your way
I orbit you like some doomed planet
Caught heavily by your sway
But it's difficult to
Read through the lines
Divine truth from lies
However and ever
In a certain light
In a certain view
I can deal and contend
Exactly with you
So, long may it last
As good as it can get
After all and as they say
There's still life in me yet
Written by Daniel Smallegange, copyright 2026, all rights reserved.
Pic: I am in the centre, with a couple friends at a bar, from many moons ago.












