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@@ -2,6 +2,11 @@
 title: On seeing the panorama of the Apollo 11 landing site
 genre: verse
 
+ekphrastic:
+    image: "img/panorama-apollo11.jpg"
+    title: "Big deal."
+    link: "http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap141220.html"
+
 project:
     title: Elegies for alternate selves
     css: elegies
@@ -0,0 +1,24 @@
+# Produce HTML & RIVER outputs with pandoc
+# Case Duckworth | autocento.me
+# inspired by Lincoln Mullen | lincolnmullen.com
+
+# Define directories, file lists, and options
+HTMLdir = ..
+RIVdir  = ../river
+LUAdir  = ../lua
+HTMLs  := $(patsubst %.txt,%.html,$(wildcard *.txt))
+HTMopts = --template=$(HTMLdir)/.template.html
+HTMopts+= --smart --mathml --section-divs
+RIVERs := $(patsubst %.txt,%.river,$(wildcard *.txt))
+RIVopts =
+
+# Do everything
+all : $(HTMLs) $(RIVERs)
+
+# Generic rule for HTML targets and Markdown sources
+%.html : %.txt
+        pandoc $< -f markdown -t html5 $(HTMLopts) -o $(HTMLdir)/$@
+
+# Generic rule for RIVER targets and Markdown sources
+%.river : %.txt
+        pandoc $< -f markdown -t $(LUAdir)/river.lua $(RIVopts) -o $(RIVdir)/$@
@@ -29,14 +29,14 @@ Gilbert furthers Keats in asserting that no matter what we write, "the words / G
 In Gilbert's poem, though, he does reach after something.
 In the second half of the poem he begins to imagine what the "mysterious Sumerian tablets" could be as poetry, instead of just "business records:"
 
-> [...] My joy is the same as twelve
-> Ethiopian goats standing in the morning light.
-> O Lord, thou art slabs of salt and ingots of copper,
-> as grand as ripe barley under the wind's labor.
-> Her breasts are six white oxen loaded with bolts
-> of long-fibered Egyptian cotton.  My love is a hundred
-> pitchers of honey.  Shiploads of thuya are what
-> my body wants to say to your body.  Giraffes are this
+> [...] My joy is the same as twelve \
+> Ethiopian goats standing in the morning light. \
+> O Lord, thou art slabs of salt and ingots of copper, \
+> as grand as ripe barley under the wind's labor. \
+> Her breasts are six white oxen loaded with bolts \
+> of long-fibered Egyptian cotton.  My love is a hundred \
+> pitchers of honey.  Shiploads of thuya are what \
+> my body wants to say to your body.  Giraffes are this \
 > desire in the dark.
 
 This is my favorite part of the poem, and I think it's because Gilbert, like Hass, reaches for the specific in the general; he brings huge ideas like the Lord or Love or Joy into the specific images of salt, copper, or honey, or like he says at the end of his poem: "What we feel most has / no name but amber, archers, cinnamon, horses and birds."