Revise a few poems in Elegies

Also add a .gitignore.  How is this so late?

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+So it's the fucking moon.  Big deal.  As if
+you haven't seen it before, tacked to the sky
+like a piece of rotten meat, or a maudlin
+
+love letter (the _i_'s dotted neatly with hearts)
+on the sky's door like the ninety-eight theses.
+
+Don't stare at it like it means anything.
+Don't give it the chance to collect meaning
+from your outstretched hand, like an old pigeon.
+
+Don't dare ascribe it a will, or call it fickle,
+or think it has any say in your affairs.
+
+It's separated from you by three hundred and eighty
+thousand miles of empty space,
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+#!/bin/bash
+
+# Variables
+OPTIND=1
+header=""
+blacklist=""
+
+while getopts "h:b:" opt; do
+    case "$opt" in
+        h)
+            header=$OPTARG
+            ;;
+        b)
+            blacklist=$OPTARG
+            ;;
+    esac
+done
+
+shift $((OPTIND - 1))
+
+echo "header = $header"
+echo "blacklist = $blacklist"
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+He didn't have any polish so he spit-shined the whole thing
+until it gleamed like a tomato on the vine that was begging
+to be picked and thrown on some caprese.  Death loved caprese.
+
+He stood up to put the horn to his lips, trying to imagine
+it was a woman he loved.  He blushed as he realized how bad
+the metaphor was.  He practiced anyway for six hours a day
+in front of the mirror---what else was there to do with time
+that stretched like the mozzarella on Death's caprese?
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+I am a great pillar of white smoke.
+I am Lot's nameless wife turned to salt.
+
+I am the wound on Christ's back as he moans
+with the pounding of a hammer on his wrist.
+
+I am the nail that holds his house together,
+the long nail in his right wrist that points
+
+toward heaven.  I am that nail and I am
+the builder of the house, a strong house
+
+with a sound foundation.  I am not the only
+one who lives here.  I am the god of
+
+a race of dust mites who build monuments
+in my honor every day in the small dark
+
+corners of my house.  I destroy each one
+before I sleep each night.  Every morning
+
+there are still more.  I am unaware where
+all of them are.  There are too many.
+
+I am a god without a name in an empty house.
+I am an open wound festering in the white sun.
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+# MAKEFILE for Autocento of the breakfast table
+# by Case Duckworth | case.duckworth@gmail.com | autocento.me
+# inspired by Lincoln Mullen | lincolnmullen.com
+# vim: fdm=marker
+
+# Define variables {{{
+srcs := $(wildcard *.txt)
+trunk:= trunk
+versifyer = $(trunk)/versify.exe
+versifySrc= $(trunk)/versify.hs
+
+htmlBlackList = index.html template.html index-txt.html
+htmls = $(filter-out $(htmlBlackList),$(patsubst %.txt,%.html,$(srcs)))
+htmlTemplate = template.html
+htmlPandocOptions = --template=$(htmlTemplate)
+htmlPandocOptions+= --filter=$(versifyer)
+htmlPandocOptions+= --smart --mathml --section-divs
+
+backBlackList = "hapax.txt|first-lines.txt|common-titles.txt"
+backSrcs = $(patsubst %.html,%.back,$(htmls))
+backs = $(patsubst %.back, %_backlinks.htm,$(backSrcs))
+backHead = $(trunk)/backlink.head
+
+hapaxBlackList = first-lines.txt common-titles.txt hapax.txt
+hapaxs = $(patsubst %.txt,%.hapax,$(srcs))
+hapaxer = $(trunk)/hapax.lua
+hapaxHead = $(trunk)/hapax.head
+hapaxTemp = hapax.tmp
+hapaxOut = hapax.txt
+
+lozengeOut = $(trunk)/lozenge.js
+# }}}
+
+.PHONY: all
+all: $(versifyer) htmls backlinks
+.PHONY: htmls
+htmls: $(htmls)
+.PHONY: backlinks
+backlinks: $(backs)
+
+$(versifyer): $(versifySrc)
+        ghc --make $(versifySrc)
+
+%.html: %.txt template.html $(versifyer)
+        pandoc $< -f markdown -t html5 $(htmlPandocOptions) -o $@
+
+%_backlinks.htm: %.back
+        pandoc $< -f markdown -t html5 $(htmlPandocOptions) -o $@
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+The moon is gone and in its place a mirror.
+Looking at the night sky, the viewer sees only his own face as viewed from far away, surrounded by a vague landscape of mountains, the plain he's standing on, a river.
+He sees he is alone in the wilderness.
+He wonders in being alone.
+
+But behind him, the viewer sees a pursuer.