excerpts from Bookquet
Curator’s Note
The following poems are transcribed directly from text found on the cut and folded petals and blooms of upcycled paper flowers. Proper citation of the source texts is impossible since the titles and content of the books used to create these bouquets are unknown to the curator beyond what he has gleaned through the process of transcription.
he spent
y. He disliked being a
in any danger of having to
inability to relax. Alex enter
people back from the studio o
for Vincent or Zolito to remind
els of the past.
at the Royal w
e in the hotel, his suit
shoes were handm
and at
ilm studios we
for his own use and
hen his adaptation of
s”) became the first Hun
clear that the young K
His
phere of
brothers
counted except
actresses, and
role in family
English ins
some
not the dreamy city of Franz
al conventions had made
xposing disagreeable realities.
h a huge capital city, rather as
d. Austrian agriculture could
so the farmers hoarded their
existent, since most of the
ich was now the separate
collapse of the Aus
grounds
troops marched into
Rumanians before them,
at that “order would entail
have remained were system
pulation of Budapest was
banks of the Danube
ants and officers
thy, with the blessing of
If the film industry had fasci
out of all proportion in the imag
movies represented exactly the kin
at heart, hated most
hem asked the other.
replied his companion, “but
Communist kike, Korda the
cent manners.”
I from attacking the two office-
overs and whispering in his ear
he was in the Gellert and so
and the elevator
of these o mistic
udio space for th n
0,000 crowns to draw on, A
urbs of Budapest, with the help
tune had a good
followed the sparks in he
life exceeds in its ruthlessness
s and rats, and it had bowed him.
hat boundary beyond which one is no
stubbornly he repeated: “Darling! You
yourself for me one year
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At the far wall, a
sat on a small bench apar
and her heart, which
something which could no
haps he had been sent off on
ing out a special assignment.
secrecy imagined secrets even
The hot southern summer burn
Yet she on as before, stud
materialis raid of displeasing
torn out the title p
that no written messages co
risoner—the inscription must go
eb told her angrily, “Don’t bring me
ble, one of them a
none of them. She
hated convers
the Supreme Cour
he exaggerated the value
not openly
everyone!” peated ene
husbands ar
also troubl
r’s agil
all
model ha
he law nowada
alma’s dict
out t
riage without pay
most jurisdict
ollow
still a sense of unwavering
hey might grow into adults who
conclusions other than the ones in
s might work well if the morality th
bad, where will we find our dissentin
g, Jr., or Daw Aung San Suu Kyi?
rn is that we really have no adequa
ange. We can theorize about why
ery and segregation for three hun
until the 1960s—but we can never
people do change their mind
because somebody else
because reason their
es, but it is hurting our
o not have time to stop and t
have time to figure out right fro
ve time to live according to our
simply put, that we do not have
set down: she
her discernment of right a
nd has been willing to say quite
doing it.
be satisfied; the reason I chose in
ng with the discernment of right and
quite simply, that our own beliefs
uppose one’s principle is, ‘Yield to
n,’18 Indeed, our own beliefs, no
bly evil. The philosopher Stuart
a person has lived a blameless
es, the question always arises
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Travis Macdonald is a poet, copywriter, editor, and small press publisher currently living in Philadelphia. His most recent books include: Title Bout (Shadow Mountain Press 2011), BAR/koans (Erg Arts 2011), Hoop Cores (Knives, Forks and Spoons Press 2011), Sight & Sigh (Beard of Bees 2011), N7ostradamus (BlazeVox Books 2010), Basho's Phonebook (E-ratio 2009) and The O Mission Repo [vol. 1] (Fact-Simile Editions 2008).
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