Change 'Something's to use subtitles; add links

7 files changed, 18 insertions, 14 deletions

@@ -32,6 +32,7 @@ ekphrastic:                                  # optional image ekphrastic
     image: 'link-to-image.ext'
     title: 'Text for title text of image'
     link: 'http://link-to-host-of-original/'
+    class: css class(es) for the image
 
 project:
     title: Original project name
@@ -9,7 +9,7 @@
     <meta name="viewport" content="width=device-width, initial-scale=1.0, user-scalable=yes">
     <meta name="author" content="Case Duckworth">
 
-    <title>Something about all music being performances of <em>4′33″</em> in places where other bands happen to be playing | Autocento of the breakfast table</title>
+    <title>Something | Autocento of the breakfast table</title>
     <link rel="icon" type="image/png" href="img/favico.png" />
 
     <link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="./css/common.css">
@@ -31,8 +31,8 @@
     <article id="container">
         <header>
             <!-- title -->
-            <h1 class="title">Something about all music being performances of <em>4′33″</em> in places where other bands happen to be playing</h1>
-            
+            <h1 class="title">Something</h1>
+            <h1 class="subtitle">about all music being performances of <em>4′33″</em> in places where other bands happen to be playing</h1>
 
             
                             <!-- dedication -->
@@ -40,7 +40,7 @@
                     </header>
 
         
-        <section class="content verse"><p>Silence lies underneath us all in the same way<br />the Nile has a river underneath ten times as large<br />(although this is an urban legend, apparently).</p>
+        <section class="content verse"><p>Silence lies underneath us all in the same way<br /><a href="http://members.authorsguild.net/svobodni/resonance_80307.htm" title="Personals">the Nile has a river underneath ten times as large</a><br />(although this is an urban legend, apparently).</p>
 <p>So underneath <a href="phone.html">truth</a> or legend, flowing by<br />the feel of their own <a href="nothing-is-ever-over.html">silence</a>, move the stars:<br />silence lies underneath us all in the same way.</p>
 <p><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&amp;v=zY7UK-6aaNA#t=39">John Cage</a>, I think, understood this: the way<br />that, in a silent room, one still hears the nerves<br />(although this is an urban legend, apparently),</p>
 <p>or the heart, which I find more easily<br />believable: there simply is no way that, by and large,<br />silence lies underneath us all in the same way.</p>
@@ -38,7 +38,7 @@
                     </header>
 
         
-        <section class="content verse"><p>While <a href="father.html">swimming in the river</a><br />I saw underneath it a river<br />of stars. Only there was no<br />river: it was noon. You can<br />say <a href="music-433.html">the sun is a river</a>; you<br />can argue the stars back it<br />like <a href="lovessong.html">shirts behind a closet</a><br />door; you can say <a href="big-dipper.html">the earth</a><br />holds us up with its weight<br />or that it means well or it<br />means anything.<br />                There is no<br />closet, <a href="amber-alert.html">nor door</a>; there are<br />no shirts hanging anywhere.<br />There is no false wall that<br />leads deep into the earth’s<br />bowels, <a href="real-writer.html">growing warmer</a> with<br />each step. Warmth as a con-<br />cept has ceased to make any<br />sense. In contraposition to<br />cold, it might, but cold as<br />well <a href="i-think-its-you.html">stepped out</a> last night<br />and hasn’t returned.<br />                     Last I<br />heard, it went out swimming<br />and <a href="in-bed.html">might’ve drowned</a>. Trees<br />were the pallbearers at the<br />funeral, the train was long<br />and wailful, there was much<br /><a href="http://biblehub.com/luke/13-28.htm">wailing and gnashing</a> of all<br />teeth–though there were no<br />teeth, no train, no funeral<br />or prayer or trees at all–<br />nor a <a href="howtoread.html">river underneath</a> any-<br />thing. There was nothing to<br />be underneath anymore.<br />                       Look<br />around, and tell me you see<br />something. Look around, and<br />tell me something that I do<br />not know. I know, more than<br />anything, that the world is<br />always ending. Behind that,<br />there is nothing, save that<br />there is no nothing either.</p>
+        <section class="content verse"><p>While <a href="father.html">swimming in the river</a><br />I saw <a href="music-433.html">underneath it a river</a><br />of stars. Only there was no<br />river: it was noon. You can<br />say the sun is a river; you<br />can argue the stars back it<br />like <a href="lovessong.html">shirts behind a closet</a><br />door; you can say <a href="big-dipper.html">the earth</a><br />holds us up with its weight<br />or that it means well or it<br />means anything.<br />                There is no<br />closet, <a href="amber-alert.html">nor door</a>; there are<br />no shirts hanging anywhere.<br />There is no false wall that<br />leads deep into the earth’s<br />bowels, <a href="real-writer.html">growing warmer</a> with<br />each step. Warmth as a con-<br />cept has ceased to make any<br />sense. In contraposition to<br />cold, it might, but cold as<br />well <a href="i-think-its-you.html">stepped out</a> last night<br />and hasn’t returned.<br />                     Last I<br />heard, it went out swimming<br />and <a href="in-bed.html">might’ve drowned</a>. Trees<br />were the pallbearers at the<br />funeral, the train was long<br />and wailful, there was much<br /><a href="http://biblehub.com/luke/13-28.htm">wailing and gnashing</a> of all<br />teeth–though there were no<br />teeth, no train, no funeral<br />or prayer or trees at all–<br />nor a <a href="howtoread.html">river underneath</a> any-<br />thing. There was nothing to<br />be underneath anymore.<br />                       Look<br />around, and tell me you see<br />something. Look around, and<br />tell me something that I do<br />not know. I know, more than<br />anything, that the world is<br />always ending. Behind that,<br />there is nothing, save that<br />there is no nothing either.</p>
 <p>Nothing somehow still turns<br />and flows past us, past all<br />time and beyond it, a river<br />returning, to its forgotten<br />origins deep within itself.</p></section>
     </article>
     <nav>
@@ -9,7 +9,7 @@
     <meta name="viewport" content="width=device-width, initial-scale=1.0, user-scalable=yes">
     <meta name="author" content="Case Duckworth">
 
-    <title>Something about the nature of poetry and time | Autocento of the breakfast table</title>
+    <title>Something | Autocento of the breakfast table</title>
     <link rel="icon" type="image/png" href="img/favico.png" />
 
     <link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="./css/common.css">
@@ -31,8 +31,8 @@
     <article id="container">
         <header>
             <!-- title -->
-            <h1 class="title">Something about the nature of poetry and time</h1>
-            
+            <h1 class="title">Something</h1>
+            <h1 class="subtitle">about the nature of poetry and time</h1>
 
             
                     </header>
@@ -1,5 +1,6 @@
 ---
-title: Something about all music being performances of _4&prime;33&Prime;_ in places where other bands happen to be playing
+title: Something
+subtitle: 'about all music being performances of _4&prime;33&Prime;_ in places where other bands happen to be playing'
 genre: verse
 
 dedication: '[Randall](https://xkcd.com/1199/)'
@@ -21,7 +22,7 @@ project:
 ...
 
 Silence lies underneath us all in the same way \
-the Nile has a river underneath ten times as large \
+[the Nile has a river underneath ten times as large][nile] \
 (although this is an urban legend, apparently).
 
 So underneath [truth][] or legend, flowing by \
@@ -50,3 +51,4 @@ although this is an urban legend, apparently.
 [silence]: nothing-is-ever-over.html
 [songs]: swansong.html
 [sound one sound]: swansong-alt.html
+[nile]: http://members.authorsguild.net/svobodni/resonance_80307.htm "Personals"
@@ -8,10 +8,10 @@ project:
 ...
 
 | While [swimming in the river][]
-| I saw underneath it a river
+| I saw [underneath it a river][]
 | of stars.  Only there was no
 | river: it was noon.  You can
-| say [the sun is a river][]; you
+| say the sun is a river; you
 | can argue the stars back it
 | like [shirts behind a closet][]
 | door; you can say [the earth][]
@@ -60,7 +60,6 @@ project:
 | origins deep within itself.
 
 [swimming in the river]: father.html
-[the sun is a river]: music-433.html
 [shirts behind a closet]: lovessong.html
 [the earth]: big-dipper.html
 [nor door]: amber-alert.html
@@ -69,3 +68,4 @@ project:
 [might've drowned]: in-bed.html
 [wailing and gnashing]: http://biblehub.com/luke/13-28.htm
 [river underneath]: howtoread.html
+[underneath it a river]: music-433.html
@@ -1,5 +1,6 @@
 ---
-title: Something about the nature of poetry and time
+title: Something
+subtitle: about the nature of poetry and time
 genre: verse
 
 project: