The narrator in Katie Budris’s Prague in Synthetics is no tourist snapping pictures then heading on to the next sight. In these finely wrought poems, Budris “will spread [her] hands/ and let bone and ash mingle/ with grass, water, air.” You will wander in language rich with the complex textures of this landscape, one that merges legend with fact, loss with now, rubble with renewal, war with dance, Budvar, bridges, the Holocaust, stained glass, a single red begonia, and most deeply the realization that this culture not only preserves but also never separates sorrow and delight.
-Jack Ridl, author of Practicing to Walk Like a Heron
Don’t expect travelogues when you read these densely textured poems which explore the wonders of Prague. Be prepared for some interrogating travel in the human mind and heart.
-Peter Cooley, Senior Mellon Professor of English, Director of Creative Writing, Tulane University