Booklet

Finálna verzia

Booklet

Finálna verzia

Booklet

Finálna verzia

Samuel Határ 4. A

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SSUŠ animovanej tvorby Bratislava, SR

Kalendár Abstrakcia

SOŠ Sv. Jozefa Robotníka Žilina, SR

1. NE

1 2. PO Alexandra, Katarina

3. UT Daniela 4. ST Drahoslav 5. ŠT Andrea 6. PI Antónia 7. SO Bohuslav 8. NE Severín

2 9. PO Alexej

10. UT Dáša 11. ST Malvína 12. ŠT Ernest 13 PI Rastislav 14. SO Radovan 15. NE Dobroslav

3 16. PO Kristína

17. UT Nataša 18. ST Bohdana 19. ŠT Drahomíra, mário 20. PI Dalibor 21. SO Vincent 22. NE Zora

4 23. PO Miloš

24. UT Timotej 25. ST Gejza 26. ŠT Tamara 27. PI Bohuš

1. SO Hugo 2. NE Zita

14 3. PO Richard 4. UT Izidor 5. ST Miroslava 6. ŠT Irena 7. PI Zoltán 8. SO Albert 9. NE Milena

15 10. PO Igor 11. UT Július 12. ST Estera

13 ŠT Aleš 14. PI Justína 15. SO Fedor 16. NE Dana, Danica

16 17. PO Rudolf, Rudolfa 18. UT Valér 19. ST Jela 20. ŠT Marcel 21. PI Ervin 22. SO Slavomír 23. NE Vojtech

17 24. PO Juraj 25. UT Marek 26. ST Jaroslava 27. ŠT Jaroslav 28. PI Jarmila 29. SO Lea 30. NE Anastázia

18 1. PO

2. UT Žigmund 3. ST Galina 4. ŠT Florián 5. PI Lesia, Lesana 6. SO Hermína 7. NE Monika

19 8. PO Ingrida 9. UT Roland 10. ST Viktória 11. ŠT Blažena 12. PI Pankrác

13 SO Servác 14. NE Bonifác

20 15. PO Žofia, Sofia 16. UT Svetozár 17. ST Gizela, Aneta 18. ŠT Viola 19. PI Gertrúda 20. SO Bernard 21. NE Zina

21 22. PO Júlia, Juliana 23. UT Želmíra 24. ST Ela 25. ŠT Urban, Viven 26. PI Dušan 27. SO Iveta 28. NE Viliam

22 29. PO Vilma 30. UT Ferdinand 31. ST Petrana, Petronela

1. ST Denis, Denisa 2. ŠT 3. PI Hubert 4. SO Karol 5. NE Imrich

45 6. PO Renáta 7. UT René 8. ST Bohumír 9. ŠT Teodor 10. PI Tibor 11. SO Martin, Maroš 12. NE Svätopluk

46 13 PO Stanislav 14. UT Irma 15. ST Leopold 16. ŠT Agnesa 17. PI Klaudia 18. SO Eugen 19. NE Alžbeta

47 20. PO Félix 21. UT Elvíra 22. ST Cecília 23. ŠT Klement 24. PI Emília 25. SO Katarína 26. NE Kornel

48 27. PO Milan 28. UT Henrieta 29. ST Vratko 30. ŠT Ondrej, Andrej

28. SO Alfonz

ABSTRAKCIE

29. NE Gašpar

5 30. PO Ema

31. UT Emil

Thaddeus

I kept a kite hidden in my workshop where the priests couldn’ t find it. I unfolded the kite from its dusty box and told Bianca she could fly it for a few minutes. I tried to see if the priests were in the woods but only saw owls sidestepping through the snow. I said to try again after the kite failed to take off. A hand pushed the kite to the ground. She tried a few more times, and the kite slammed downward. I saw a cloud shaped like a hand. I thought of Bianca and her happiness like bricks in mud. It’ s February, said Bianca. I said, I’ m sorry this didn’ t work out. We can try again. What’ s the point, she said. It’ s the end of flight. It’ s February. The point, I said, is to keep trying for the sake of trying. That week we attempted to fly the kite each night. But what felt like a wind gust on my skin wasn’ t enough to carry the kite. I went into my workshop, grabbed some glass jars, and back outside I handed them to Bianca. I took the kite and ran as fast I could. I ran like a madman, my mouth open in a sad air-swallowing attempt, heard Bianca laughing in the distance, looked dreamed of Selah and Bianca holding hands with August, carried the kite at my shoulder until I let it go and felt it collapse on my back. I fell face-first on the ground, ate snow and mud, tore my knee open on a rock. Back up the hill, Bianca swirled the glass jars through the air. The kites on her arms twitched. Here, she said, handing me the jars with careful, kite-stringed fingers. They are full now. Maybe the Professor can figure out what is wrong with our sky. Maybe we can figure out February.

He throws the covers off the bed. He looks around the room. He looks under the bed. He looks in the closet. He looks in the hallway. He looks at his feet. He looks at the bed. He looks at the bed. Bianca’ s bed is a mound of snow and teeth. Bianca is gone.

In her room he notices that the window is open and snow is blowing in.

the first light box. When the pounding of metal, the sawing of wood, the breaking of glass, the tearing of paper stopped on the night of the fifth day, he emerged with his face covered in black grease and arms bloodied. It’ s finished, he told Thaddeus. He picked glass from his knuckles with his teeth and spit them out. Let’ s begin the meeting so I can explain the effectiveness of light boxes. The War Effort gathered. They watched the Professor lift the light box over his head and set it down until it was tight against his shoulders. In his right hand he held a dented metal box that had a cord attached. Lifting the metal box, he said in a muffled voice, Now, this is the power supply that when switched will simulate the light of the sun which we haven’ t seen in a year. The light box itself was constructed of wood fastened at odd angles with metal clamps, except for the front, which was a panel of glass. The top of the glass was where the light was going to shine— bulbs, the Professor called them. As he toggled the switch, everyone could see the sadness and frustration in his face, his eyes looking up at the bulbs as his head jerked from side to side. The switch clicked uselessly. He violently shook the metal box. He clutched the sides of his head and lost his balance a little. Then the stench of burning leaves, and the bulbs bloomed crystal white across his face. The War Effort cheered. Some ran out into the snow-filled plains to mock the sky. Others took turns fitting the box over their heads, letting the light soak into their winter beards, their tongues tasting the blood from their splitting lips.

When Thaddeus went back into the woods the three children weren’ t there. Thaddeus looked up and saw the owls on a branch. He asked them if they had seen the three children. Owls can’ t speak, and Thaddeus felt foolish. He walked around looking for footprints. A parchment was nailed to the tree. It stated that the three children had been kidnapped and should be added to the catalog of missing children.

List Written by February and Carried in February’ s Corduroy Coat Pocket 1. I am not a bad person. I have enjoyed June, July and August like everyone else. 2. I fed you dandelions and picked the stems from your teeth with my tongue. 3. You smell of honey and smoke. That’ s what I call you. Girl who smells of honey and smoke. But you’ re more than that. You’ re a field of dandelions. 4. I have this nightmare where I’ m standing in the field of dandelions holding a scythe. The horizon is children marching. Each child holds one of your teeth. 5. I’ m so confused it almost feels calm. 6. I am guilty of kidnapping children. I am guilty of Bianca and causing great pain to Thaddeus and Selah and the town. 7. I want to be a good person, but I’ m not.

Publikácia Shane Jones, Light boxes

SSUŠ animovanej tvorby Bratislava, SR

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Thaddeus

War Member Six( Green Bird Mask)

The first hot-water attack takes place from our home on the hill. We spend the first night filling large buckets with boiling water. We keep them hot by lighting small fires with piles of tree branches. We pour the buckets downhill toward the town. A cloud of steam rises into the sky as wide, empty trenches expand in the snow.

The War Effort applauds like they are watching theater. The midget does somersaults down the hill. For a moment yellow streaks the sky. When I angle my face into the rays of sun, I notice the sky trembling around one of the holes. I see footprints running from the first to the second hole, where the dangling feet are no longer visible. I tell Selah to look up. She does but says she doesn’ t see anything except the clouds separating a little. And then the sky flutters like a flag, and then it goes black like closed curtains of wool.

The hot water worked better than we imagined. There was some flooding on account of the melted snow, but we used most of it to refill the buckets. February is breaking apart at the horizon seams. There are few clouds. The sky is a soft blue. The children’ s cheeks are flushed red from the sun.

People in town laughed today. Someone even skipped. The first sprouts of green crops can be seen on the hillside. The town feels alive and productive again. We have won an early battle against February but know that anything can happen. For instance, there have been reports from the messengers that dark clouds are cascading from the mountain peaks. Grizzly bears were seen buttoning deer-skinned coats in case of freezing temperatures. The carpenters have boarded up their windows and refuse to leave their homes. They mumble sadness. Sadness sounds like bubbles blowing slowly in stream water.

THE GIRL WHO SMELLED OF HONEY and smoke enjoyed collecting old books on plants. One night while out on the cottage porch sitting on the swinging bench with February, she opened to a chapter about vines and moss. One page had twelve different pictures of skinny green vines climbing the side of a Victorian brick house.

When the girl stood up to go inside and check on the pot roast she kissed February on his forehead. February flipped through the plant book until he stopped at a picture that showed a deer skeleton in a forest, spores of moss covering the white bone.

In only a week, the caption read, this deer skeleton will be blanketed with a spongy green moss.

The girl came back outside. She asked if he found anything interesting. She said the pot roast was ready. February nodded.

He said that he liked the idea of moss.

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