One of four books originally published and sold as part of the box set entitled "The Rainbow Box," which came with a pretty collector's box, a poster, and this small square hardback as well as three others; one for each of the four seasons of the year. "The Magic Box" was intended by Pintauro to be the Autumnal book of the collection, and speaks to themes of everyday magic, spirituality and relationships with mixed media art by Norman Norman Laliberté.
To be too unwilling to die is just as dangerous as being too unwilling to live
Here we are three million years too early in Grand Central a long time before home
You see no familiar face
All together now just people sailing on long journeys into the open kingdoms of each other
Wild rabbits never wonder at the weather nor do they ever care when treasure men meet on the changes of the shoreline for they are ghosts, & we walking passed them on cream silk
The wind blows off the breasts of sand & barefoot…”I am not really Julius Caesar,” he whispered & the wind blew through our smile.
When faces lose their names, our eyes come empty of all answers, what is left is deep down past smells of mother, & moons so old, a million Egyptian aunts have been holding hands forever
We walk toward the parking lot…& there is no man so young as we once thought we were.
So do not be down but save your dreams & if you feel about to die write your song & pass it on for soon comes a magic winter.
Reading The Magic Box these days—or any part of the Rainbow Box series—is an expensive endeavor. You will either spend your time tracking it down at a library or a lot of your dollars buying a copy (and maybe both). With that in mind, I cannot say this is a "must-read." However, it is lovely, novel, and hopeful about death; think of something between The Slightly Irregular Fire Engine and counterculture poetry. It's the kind of book that I can't believe was released by a major publisher. If you have the opportunity to spend time with it, it's an excellent experience.