88 files changed, 1151 insertions, 509 deletions

@@ -19,39 +19,50 @@ project:
       link: riptide_memory
 ...
 
-------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------
-He was born on a few separate occasions                              _green traffic ligts at night_
+----------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------
+[He was born][] on a few separate occasions                              _[green traffic lights][] at night_
 
-There was the day of his conception \                                 _a TV in front of a dumpster_
+There was the day of his conception \                                      _[a TV in front of a dumpster][]_
 a wintery affair saved for those involved
 
 The day he wriggled forth \
-from the dark tunnel of nothing \                             _surprise photo of you at Walgreen's_
-his mother's womb
+from the dark tunnel of nothing \                                      _surprise photo of you at Walgreen's_
+[his mother's womb][]
 
 The founding of his little city \
-deep inside by the smal builders \                    _a pink dress in the alley behind your house_
+deep inside by the small builders \                        _a [pink dress in the alley][] behind your house_
 alien as they were and still \
 somehow intimately familiar
 
 Like any city it had its ups \
-and downs the fever of 1994 \                 _me buying a Reese's peanut butter cup for a child_ \
-was especially devastating \                                  _[whose family couldn't afford it]_ \
-but they were a hardy folk \                                    _in front of me in line at Safeway_
+and downs the fever of 1994 \                          _me buying a Reese's peanut butter cup for a child_ \
+was especially devastating \                                           _[whose family couldn't afford it]_ \
+but they were a hardy folk \                                       _[in front of me in line at Safeway][]_
 not much given to flight
 
 As all things must pass the \
-little city began slowly to decay \                              _trees at night their skeletons_ \
-the old ones claimed the young \                                       _revealed by a camera flash_
+little city began slowly to decay \                                       _trees at night their skeletons_ \
+the [old ones claimed the young][] \                                          _revealed by a camera flash_
 had no respect for culture anymore
 
 They began to die off slowly \
-more quickly than being born \                            _two earthworms on pavement after a rain_
+more quickly than being born \                                 _[two earthworms on pavement after a rain][]_
 the end was coming closer
 
-As the last breath was made \
-the last accounts closed in the city                        _keys tacked to a sign in Buffalo Park_
+As the [last breath][] was made \
+the last accounts closed in the city                                 _keys tacked to a sign in Buffalo Park_
 
-It was given over to other builders                _man flipping a four-wheeler and walking it off_
+It was given over to other builders                     _man flipping a [four-wheeler][] and walking it off_
 
-------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------
+----------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------
+
+[two earthworms on pavement after a rain]: the-sea_the-beach.html
+[He was born]: sixteenth-chapel.html
+[a TV in front of a dumpster]: options.html
+[his mother's womb]: death-zone.html
+[green traffic lights]: stayed-on-the-bus.html
+[pink dress in the alley]: in-bed.html
+[in front of me in line at Safeway]: last-bastion.html
+[old ones claimed the young]: creation-myth.html
+[last breath]: last-passenger.html
+[four-wheeler]: deadman.html
@@ -4,7 +4,7 @@ genre: prose
 
 epigraph:
     content: Apparently it does nothing.
-    link: TODO
+    link: 'http://www.boston.com/bostonglobe/ideas/articles/2008/07/20/abducted/?page=full'
 
 project:
     title: Stark Raving
@@ -22,10 +22,13 @@ project:
       link: poetry-time
 ...
 
-![https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/54/Amber_Hagerman.jpg]
+![Amber Hagerman](https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/54/Amber_Hagerman.jpg)
 
-Lost things have a way of staying lost.
+[Lost things have a way of staying lost.][]
 They have to want to be found---is that why we tack up signs, hang socks from hooks in the park, have a box for what's been lost but now is found?
 Maybe the lost *want* to be found but we're looking in the wrong places.
 Maybe we speak the wrong language, the language of the found, to call to them.
-Maybe we should try another door.
+Maybe we should [try another door][].
+
+[try another door]: statements-frag.html
+[Lost things have a way of staying lost.]: lappel-du-vide
@@ -23,7 +23,7 @@ project:
 ...
 
 And you were there in the start of it all \
-and you folded your hands like little doves \
+and you folded your [hands like little doves][] \
 that would fly away like an afterthought \
 and you turned to me the window light on your face \
 and you asked me something that I did not recognize \
@@ -45,3 +45,4 @@ and you nodded to yourself at something he said
 
 [church]: boar.html
 [grieving something gone]: roughgloves.html
+[hands like little doves]: cold-wind.html
@@ -15,11 +15,11 @@ project:
 
 Paul was writing in his diary about art.
 
-_This is my brain_ he wrote.
+_[This is my brain][]_ he wrote.
 _This is my brain and all it contains.
-'I contain multitudes' said Legion.
+['I contain multitudes' said Legion.][]
 I think it was Legion._
-The big heading he had written at the top of the page (_ART_ it read, but only when looking at it from his point of view) sat cold and alone, neglected in the white space surrounding it.
+The big heading he had written at the top of the page (_ART_ it read, but only when looking at it from his point of view) sat cold and alone, neglected in the [white space][] surrounding it.
 He noticed this presently (but not after he had written a little more about multitudes), paused, frowned, and began to write again.
 
 _ART stands alone at the top of a blank page_ he wrote.
@@ -27,6 +27,11 @@ _It follows ~~itself in circles~~ its own footprints in a circle around its own
 It leads nowhere but is present everywhere.
 ~~It contains~~ It contains multitudes.
 Every painting ever made is a painting of every other painting.
-Every song is a remix, a cover version._
+Every song is a remix, a [cover version][]._
 He crossed out the part about songs for getting off topic.
 He made a note to himself in the margin---_Music is not ART._
+
+[This is my brain]: ouroboros_memory.html
+['I contain multitudes' said Legion.]: TODO_BIBLE_LINK
+[white space]: sense-of-it.html
+[cover version]: music-433.html
@@ -28,12 +28,16 @@ He chuckled to himself as he shouldered his axe and went into the forest.
 Deep into the woods he admired the organization of the trees.
 "They grow wherever they fall" he said "but still none is too close to another."
 He sounded like Solomon to himself.
-He imagined he had a beard.
+[He imagined he had a beard.][]
 
 He walked for a long time in the shadows of the forest, in its coolness.
-It sounded like snow had fallen but it was still October.
+It sounded like snow had fallen but it was still [October][].
 The first time the trees seemed to radiate out from him in straight lines he stopped and turned around four times.
 After he walked on he noticed it happened fairly often.
 
 Still, after he felled his first tree that day he realized they grew from the epicenter of his axe.
-He paused in the small dark sound of the forest quiet.
+He paused in the [small dark sound][] of the forest quiet.
+
+[He imagined he had a beard.]: riptide_memory.html
+[October]: january.html
+[small dark sound]: last-bastion.html
@@ -20,8 +20,8 @@ project:
 
 After searching for days or even months \
 I finally find it reclining lazily \
-above the peaks above the city as if to ask \
-Did you miss me? Yes very much I reply \
+[above the peaks][] above the city as if to ask \
+Did you miss me?  Yes very much I reply \
 and rush to embrace it but it smiles \
 and recoils and tells me No no you \
 have to try harder than that it says \
@@ -35,11 +35,15 @@ I say its mouth is the sunset over mountains \
 it knows mountains but the sunset \
 is only a rumor from the Evening Star \
 I tell the Big Dipper that it moves \
-like a quiet river across the earth
+[like a quiet river across the earth][]
 
 Rivers I have seen says the Big Dipper \
 they sparkle in the light from my stars \
 Your stars like eyes I say and it smiles \
-No it says that is too easy \
+[No it says that is too easy][] \
 It turns its back \
 it walks home along the back of the mountain
+
+[above the peaks]: finding-the-lion.html
+[like a quiet river across the earth]: no-nothing.html
+[No it says that is too easy]: http://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/writer
@@ -18,7 +18,7 @@ project:
       link: exasperated
 ...
 
-When he said Bible I heard his southern accent \
+When he said [Bible][] I heard his southern accent \
 and he had a face I expect all pastors must have \
 a round open honest face \
 that will always be a boy's face \
@@ -28,15 +28,20 @@ near my age though I hardly call myself a man
 I have seen this face before whether in life or a dream \
 I can't tell \
 I might've seen him on the street once \
-twice who knows and his pastor's moon face \
+twice who knows and his pastor's [moon face][] \
 reminds me of something \
 some distant light my life used to own
 
-One night on my birthday the moon was so strong it cast shadows \
+[One night on my birthday the moon was so strong it cast shadows][] \
 I could see to the far hill and back it was all clear to me
 
 The moon hasn't done that in a long time \
-its face has been obscured by clouds for weeks \
+[its face has been obscured by clouds][] for weeks \
 and that boy on the bus his face I've forgotten \
 I thought I recognized a good number of people \
 on that bus who I didn't know at all
+
+[its face has been obscured by clouds]: moongone.html
+[One night on my birthday the moon was so strong it cast shadows]: in-bed.html
+[moon face]: moon-drowning.html
+[Bible]: mountain.html
@@ -18,12 +18,12 @@ project:
       link: axe
 ...
 
-_ART and CRAFT are only the inside and outside of the same building.
+_[ART and CRAFT][] are only the inside and outside of the same building.
 The ceiling is_---here he put his eraser to his bottom lip, thinking.
 He crossed out _~~The ceiling is.~~_
 _The floor is reality and the ceiling is ~~aspiration~~ ~~desire~~ that which is desired.
-CRAFT is building a chair from wood.
-ART is using the wood as a substrate for an emotional message to a future person, the READER / VIEWER._
+CRAFT is building a [chair][] from wood.
+ART is using the wood as a substrate for an emotional [message to a future person][], the READER / VIEWER._
 
 _The important thing is they are both made of wood.
 The important thing is they were both, at one point, alive natural things that grew and changed and pushed their way out of the dirt into the air.
@@ -31,12 +31,21 @@ They formed buildings out of the air.
 They didn't even try._
 
 _What separates us from them, the trees?
-We have to try.
-We must labor to create our ART, our buildings of air.
+[We have to try.][]
+We must labor to create our ART, [our buildings of air][].
 We lay them out brick by brick, we build them up by disintegrating trees and forming them again into what they were before.
-Why must we do this? are there any advantages to this human method?_
+Why must we do this?  Are there any advantages to this human method?_
 
-_Our advantage is memory.
+_Our advantage is [memory][].
 Our advantage is the reaching-out over space and time to others with our words, our ART.
-Our buildings last for generations, and after they are demolished they are written about, photographs are taken, we **remember**.
-The act of memory is our only ART._
+Our buildings last for generations, and after they are demolished they are written about, [photographs][] are taken, we **remember**.
+The [act of memory][] is our only ART._
+
+[ART and CRAFT]: toilet.html
+[chair]: boar.html
+[message to a future person]: poetry-time.html
+[We have to try.]: plant.html
+[our buildings of air]: index.html
+[photographs]: man.html
+[memory]: ouroboros_memory.html
+[act of memory]: riptide_memory.html
@@ -16,7 +16,7 @@ project:
 Like _40_ as I challenge anyone to come too! \
 It's like you're the epitome of lame! \
 She's all _I am SOOOO CONFUSED_ \
-Aw yeah she got word from yarn. \
+Aw yeah she got [word from yarn][]. \
 ---but technically it's a pretty sweet, huh?
 
 Dude we were going and delicate fragrance of arguments get based off of are not try \
@@ -24,20 +24,20 @@ dropping glasses in such an emotional rollercoaster you \
 and yes, I'm cocky enough to do anything! \
 I am as good as Phineas and make another picture symphony \
 This is a modification of a young woman to try \
-groups disband after they get your Meacham stuff please let it \
+groups disband after they get your [Meacham stuff][] please let it \
 RJ Covino, own statuses that'll be a great
 
-MY OWN afterbirth than do that \
-I am 2 we can be KISSED ON THE page. \
+MY OWN afterbirth can do that \
+[I am 2 we can be KISSED][] ON THE page. \
 You know I'm not sure that \
 Ben & Jerry's FTW \
 4/10 would not be able to vote, because I gotta do it \
 This is going to be sad about what \
-Rush Limbaugh comes forward with sunglassesbut at least I wasn't wearing a messenger bag or skinny jeans! \
+Rush Limbaugh comes forward with sunglasses but at least I wasn't wearing a messenger bag or skinny jeans! \
 The cooler THAN Facebook \
 Wine is the best. \
 
-YES I was surprised at first, but the train one, definitely. \
+YES I was surprised at first, [but the train one][], definitely. \
 
 Also Valhalla is a dumbass... \
 But we can get based off of course, Jon. \
@@ -46,5 +46,11 @@ CELEBRATE FRANKSGIVING TOO! \
 That didn't get started on that \
 FRANCIS OF VERULAM REASONED THUS WITH the courage to reply. \
 Anyone wanna watch out \
-I am cranky from Bro a good as a way to hijack my hand. \
+I am cranky from Bro a good as a way to [hijack my hand][]. \
 Afterbend was not to produce photographs.
+
+[word from yarn]: roughgloves.html
+[I am 2 we can be KISSED]: spittle.html
+[but the train one]: http://www.ugcs.caltech.edu/~deepthi/If_on_a_winter%27s_night_a_traveler.html
+[hijack my hand]: x-ray.html
+[Meacham stuff]: http://www.meachamwriters.org/index.htm
@@ -18,24 +18,28 @@ project:
       link: building
 ...
 
-He woke up after eleven and didn't go outside all day, not even to his Writing Shack.
+He woke up after eleven and didn't go [outside][] all day, not even to his Writing Shack.
 What did he do?
 
 He watched late morning cartoons meant for children too young to go to school.
 He ate bowls of cereal.
 He watched his mother play dominoes.
 He played dominoes with her for a little while until she was winning by such a margin it wasn't fun for either of them.
-He went down to the basement to do his laundry.
+He went down to the basement to do his [laundry][].
 He pulled the chain for the light and it turned on like magic.
 "Electricity is like magic" he said to himself.
 He thought he would like to write that down but his Implements were in the Shack.
 He'd already built up so much momentum inside.
 
-Inertia? he thought.
+---Inertia? he thought.
 "What's the difference between inertia and momentum" he asked himself as he hefted dirty clothes into the washer.
 "Maybe inertia is the momentum of not moving" he thought as he measured and poured the blue detergent into the drum.
 "Momentum is the inertia of moving forward through time" as he selected WARM-COLD on the dial and pulled it out to start the machine.
 "What do you think is the difference between inertia and momentum" he asked his mother when he opened the door at the top of the stairs.
 
 "When you switch over your laundry could you bring up my underwear from the dryer" she asked not looking up from her dominoes.
-A thread of smoke curled from her cigarette and spread out on the ceiling.
+A [thread of smoke][] curled from her cigarette and spread out on the ceiling.
+
+[outside]: time-looks-up-to-the-sky.html
+[laundry]: underwear.html
+[thread of smoke]: last-passenger.html
@@ -9,16 +9,22 @@ project:
     css: autocento
 ...
 
-Man of autumn, cold wind, \
+[Man of autumn][], cold wind, \
 blow down the trees' leaves.  \
-Fire on the ground.  The sky \
+[Fire on the ground][].  The sky \
 perfect water, frost-cold, \
 rippled only by flocks \
-of black birds flying, gone.  \
+[of black birds][] flying, gone.  \
 Their brightness can blind \
 an uncareful watcher, work him \
-in a froth of hands, not-wings \
+[in a froth of hands][], not-wings \
 that ache with the loss of flight.  \
 A tear is flung faithfully \
-to the ocean of air, slipping in \
+[to the ocean of air][], slipping in \
 slowly, is as gone as the birds.
+
+[Man of autumn]: january.html
+[Fire on the ground]: fire.html
+[of black birds]: i-think-its-you.html
+[in a froth of hands]: when-im-sorry-i.html
+[to the ocean of air]: lappel-du-vide.html
@@ -12,13 +12,13 @@ walk into a bar.  One turns to the other and says, \
 "Did you remember to check the end state \
 of that simulation we were running?"  The other \
 says, "No, I thought that you did?"  To which \
-the first replies, "Oh shit, we missed it.  \
+the first replies, "[Oh shit][], we missed it.  \
 I suppose we must do all of this again.  Barkeep,
 
 two beers please."  The bartender nods in that way \
 that bartenders do, pours the two beers, \
 expertly, by the way, just so, and hands them \
-to the first hyperintelligent pandimensional being.  \
+to the first [hyperintelligent pandimensional][] being.  \
 The second one pulls a few singles out of his \
 wallet, places them on the bar, and the pair \
 turn around and begin walking toward a table \
@@ -32,13 +32,18 @@ One of them, the one without the beer, breaks \
 the silence by exclaiming, "Oh dear god, I'm \
 sorry!  I didn't know your prices went up since \
 last time.  What do I owe you?"  The bartender \
-says, "Oh, just another dollar-fifty."  The being \
+says, "Oh, just another [dollar][]-fifty."  The being \
 reaches in his back pocket, slides out his \
 wallet, looks in smiling, and frowns when he sees \
 it's empty.  He looks to the other and says, \
-"You got a buck-fifty I can borrow?"
+"You got a [buck][]-fifty I can borrow?"
 
 The second hyperintelligent pandimensional being \
 considers this.  He sets the beers down \
 on the table, pulls out his own wallet, opens \
 it, and frowns.  "I'm broke too," he says.
+
+[hyperintelligent pandimensional]: http://hitchhikers.wikia.com/wiki/Mice
+[Oh shit]: movingsideways.html
+[dollar]: 100-lines.html
+[buck]: plant.html
@@ -5,7 +5,7 @@ genre: verse
 epigraph:
     content: And my life became death.
     attrib: Philip Gould
-    link: TODO
+    link: http://www.npr.org/blogs/13.7/2013/11/19/245996903/embracing-life-and-death
 
 project:
     title: Stark Raving
@@ -23,11 +23,11 @@ project:
       link: amber-alert
 ...
 
-![TODO]
+![Philip Gould](img/gould.png)
 
 When I think of death I think \
 of Peter Falk in _The Princess Bride_ patting \
-his pockets as he leaves the room
+[his pockets][] as he leaves the room
 
 Life is a series of doors or so \
 they say but I ask them this \
@@ -37,7 +37,7 @@ For Falk maybe it leads backstage \
 a black-walled catered affair with stage \
 lights slowly baking stale muffins
 
-Sweaty cheese leaking onto dried-out \
+[Sweaty cheese][] leaking onto dried-out \
 grapes a chocolate fountain clogged \
 by some errant strawberry crown
 
@@ -45,10 +45,14 @@ but this is not where it leads for you or \
 for me that door opens onto darkness marked \
 only by a trellis or the lid of a casket
 
-the door of the earth's womb opening \
+the door of the [earth's womb][] opening \
 finally to accept us and with us the dirt \
 not to grow more strawberries for Falk
 
 but to pad his feet as he walks overhead \
 to visit someone he certainly cares about \
 but whose name is lost to posterity.
+
+[his pockets]: creation-myth.html
+[Sweaty cheese]: i-wanted-to-tell-you-something.html
+[earth's womb]: about-the-author.html
@@ -19,17 +19,17 @@ project:
 ...
 
 It had gotten cold.
-He went to lay down in bed with a pad and paper.
+He went to lay down [in bed][] with a pad and paper.
 He began to write.
 Although he hadn't tried it much in bed before, he liked it mostly.
 His arm got tired journeying across the page like a series of switchbacks down the wall of the Grand Canyon.
 He wrote this down in the margin, for later:
 
-_Arm journeying across_ \
-_the pg. like a_ \
-_series of switch-_ \
-_backs down the wall_ \
-_of the Grand Canyon_
+_Arm journeying across \
+the pg. like a \
+series of switch- \
+backs down the wall \
+of the Grand Canyon_
 
 His arm began to pain him.
 He adjusted his position in the bed.
@@ -38,9 +38,12 @@ It still hurt as he wrote.
 He began to be distracted by his mother's music playing in the next room.
 
 "Could you turn that down please" he hollered across the wall to his mother.
-She made no reply (music too loud).
+She made no reply ([music too loud][]).
 He gave his arm a break to look at what he'd written.
 He couldn't make heads or tails of it.
 It looked like Arabic.
 
 He woke up gasping in a sweat.
+
+[in bed]: in-bed.html
+[music too loud]: music-433.html
@@ -18,26 +18,33 @@ project:
       link: dream
 ...
 
-_YOU CANNOT DISCOVER ART ART MUST BE CREATED_ he sat on the couch at home while his mother watched TV and smoked.
-Dinner had been chicken and peas with milk and afterward Paul and his mother sat on opposite ends of the couch.
+_YOU CANNOT DISCOVER ART ART MUST BE CREATED_ he sat on the couch at home while his mother [watched TV][] and smoked.
+[Dinner had been chicken][] and peas with [milk][] and afterward Paul and his mother sat on opposite ends of the couch.
 At intervals she would look sideways at Paul writing.
 He pretended not to notice.
 
 _ART = ARTIFICE_ he wrote.
 _ARTIFICE MEANS UNNATURAL.
 ARTIFICE MEANS BUILT.
-TO BUILD MEANS TO FIND A PATTERN & FIND A PATTERN IS WHAT WE ARE GOOD AT._
+TO BUILD MEANS TO [FIND A PATTERN][] & FIND A PATTERN IS WHAT WE ARE GOOD AT._
 He thought about this while someone else won a car.
 
 "Do you think humans are good at finding patterns because we are hunters" he asked his mother.
-She looked sideways at him and said "Sure Paul."
+She [looked sideways][] at him and said "Sure Paul."
 "Early on in our evolution we were hunters right?
 And to hunt we had to see the patterns in seemingly random events, like where the gazelle went each year"
 "Paul I'm trying to watch TV.
 If you're going to write this stuff go do it in your room you're distracting."
 Paul got up and went to his room and lay down on his bed.
 
-"If the gazelle went to the same place every year" he thought "did they know the pattern too?
+"If the gazelle went [to the same place][] every year" he thought "did they know the pattern too?
 Or was it random for them, did they think each year 'This seems like a good spot let's graze here' without knowing?"
 
 He wrote _PATTERN = MEMORY_ in his notebook.
+
+[watched TV]: real-writer.html
+[Dinner had been chicken]: when-im-sorry-i.html
+[milk]: shipwright.html
+[FIND A PATTERN]: fire.html
+[looked sideways]: movingsideways.html
+[to the same place]: serengeti.html
@@ -7,20 +7,26 @@ project:
     css: autocento
 ...
 
-Say there are no words. Say that we are conjoined \
-from birth, or better still, say we are myself. \
+Say there are no words.  Say that we are conjoined \
+from birth, or better still, say we are myself.  \
 ---But I still talk to myself, I build my world \
-through language, so if we say there are no words \
-this is not enough. Say we are instead some animal, \
-or better yet, a plant, or a flagellum motoring \
-aimlessly around. (Say that humans are the only things \
-that reason. Say that we're the only things that worry.)
+through language, so if we say there are [no words][] \
+this is not enough.  Say we are instead some animal, \
+or better yet, [a plant][], or a flagellum motoring \
+aimlessly around.  (Say that humans are the only things \
+that reason.  Say that we're the [only things that worry][].)
 
-Say that I am separate. To say there's everything else \
-and then there's me is wrong. Each thing is separate: \
-there is no whole in the world. Say this is both good \
+Say that I am separate.  To say there's everything else \
+and then there's me is wrong.  Each thing is separate: \
+[there is no whole in the world][].  Say this is both good \
 and bad, or rather, say there is no good or bad but only \
 being, more and more of it always added, none taken out \
-though it can be forgotten. Say that forgetting \
-is a function of our remembering. (Say that humans only \
-worry about separation. Say that only humans feel it.)
+though it can be forgotten.  Say that forgetting \
+is a function of our remembering.  (Say that humans only \
+[worry about separation][].  Say that only humans feel it.)
+
+[no words]: hymnal.html
+[a plant]: plant.html
+[only things that worry]: movingsideways.html
+[there is no whole in the world]: i-wanted-to-tell-you-something.html
+[worry about separation]: swansong-alt.html
@@ -24,7 +24,7 @@ school, wondering what their next \
 move would be.  The Coke machine
 
 had always wanted to live \
-the life of a hobo, jumping trains, \
+the life of a [hobo][], jumping trains, \
 eating from garbage, making fire
 
 in old oil drums.  It had some \
@@ -35,14 +35,18 @@ Its opinion was to head to court, \
 sue the bastards at the school for early \
 termination of contract.  It was
 
-the embodiment of justifiable anger. \
+the embodiment of [justifiable anger][]. \
 It believed privately that it was an incarnation \
 of Nemesis, the goddess of divine
 
 retribution.  What the snack machine \
 thought, it kept to itself, but it did say \
-that nothing ever ends.  The others
+that [nothing ever ends][].  The others
 
 were confused, then angry, but finally \
 understood, or thought they did.  The snack \
 machine's candy melted in the sun.
+
+[hobo]: prelude.html
+[justifiable anger]: table_contents.html
+[nothing ever ends]: no-nothing.html
@@ -18,11 +18,11 @@ project:
       link: death-zone
 ...
 
-I didn't write this sestina yesterday. \
+I didn't write this sestina yesterday.  \
 It's the first time I fell behind in my task \
-and hopefully, the only time it will. \
+and hopefully, the only time it will.  \
 This means that today I must write two \
-sestinas. If I don't write them today, I \
+sestinas.  If I don't write them today, I \
 will have to write two later down the line.
 
 Although I feel I'm slogging through each line \
@@ -30,36 +30,42 @@ I think I'm doing better every day, \
 though maybe this is wishful thinking: I \
 showed my friend my just-completed task \
 two days ago (my God, was it two \
-entire days? I've no idea what I'll
+entire days?  I've no idea what I'll
 
-do after thirty-nine days. I think I'll \
-feel like Inigo Montoya, who'd been in the line \
+do [after thirty-nine days][].  I think I'll \
+feel like [Inigo Montoya][], who'd been in the line \
 of revenging for so long, he didn't know what to \
 do with the rest of his life), and he deigned \
 to be polite, but I could tell the task \
-was hard for him. He told me finally that I
+was hard for him.  He told me finally that I
 
 had made a noble effort, but that ultimately I \
-failed. So my question: when will \
-I be a decent sestina writer? For this is my task. \
+failed.  [So my question][]: when will \
+I be a decent sestina writer?  For this is my task.  \
 Maybe if I just keep cranking out line after line \
-I'll finally figure it out. Maybe one more day \
+I'll finally figure it out.  Maybe one more day \
 or another week will do it, or maybe I'll need two,
 
-or maybe it'll never happen. Maybe a sestina's too \
-involved, too much weaving of words too fine, and I \
+or maybe it'll never happen.  Maybe a sestina's too \
+involved, too much [weaving][] of words too fine, and I \
 will never write a good one, even on my best day, \
-even if I employ all my skill and all my will. \
+even if I employ all my skill and all my will.  \
 I'm not used to writing poems with thirty-nine lines, \
 that must be the problem, must be why this task
 
-is Herculean. He only had to finish twelve tasks, \
+is Herculean.  He only had to finish twelve tasks, \
 and I have one less one thousand, five hundred twenty-two, \
 and it's nothing but complaining lines \
-about how hard it is to be a person. I \
+about [how hard it is to be a person][].  I \
 am getting sick of myself with these poems, and will \
 soon be loathe to get out of bed every day.
 
 But I tasked myself with this, which may be the worst I \
-ever do to myself. I thought a poem NaNoWriMo would \
+ever do to myself.  I thought a poem NaNoWriMo would \
 be fun, would line my resume, give me something I could publish someday.
+
+[after thirty-nine days]: http://biblehub.com/2_corinthians/11-24.htm
+[Inigo Montoya]: death-zone.html
+[So my question]: question.html
+[weaving]: tapestry.html
+[how hard it is to be a person]: deathstrumpet.html
@@ -0,0 +1,19 @@
+#!/bin/bash
+
+cat *.txt | \
+    sed -e '/^---$/,/^...$/d' \
+        -e '/!\?\[.*\]\((.*)\|:.*\)/d' | \
+    sed -e 's/["_~.!?,():;<>{}#|*]//g' \
+        -e 's/\]\[/ /g' \
+        -e 's/-/ /g' | \
+    sed -e 's/ /\n/g' | \
+    sed -e '/^$/d' \
+        -e '/^\\$/d' | \
+    sed -e 's/\[\?\(.*\)\]\[.*\]/\1/g' \
+        -e 's/\]\[\]//g' \
+        -e 's/^\[//' | \
+    sort | \
+    uniq | \
+    sort
+
+# [feline.sh][]
@@ -8,16 +8,16 @@ project:
 ...
 
 Tonight, as I look up, the stars \
-hide themselves in shame.  There is no moon.  \
+hide themselves in shame.  [There is no moon][].  \
 The sky is black, like my desk,
 
-nothing like a raven.  The streetlights \
+[nothing like a raven][].  The streetlights \
 look on the scene disinterested.  \
-They have their own small gossips of the dark.
+They have their own [small gossips of the dark][].
 
 I came here to find the Lion, old \
 friend, but he will not show his flanks, his \
-paws, his shoulders, his mane.  I
+paws, his shoulders, [his mane][].  I
 
 can hear him laughing from his hiding-place \
 behind the moon, nonexistent, under \
@@ -29,4 +29,11 @@ laughing; the streetlamps talk about
 
 me amongst themselves, and go out.  There \
 never was any lion, they tell me.  \
-You only hear the wind on the mountain.
+[You only hear the wind][] [on the mountain][].
+
+[There is no moon]: moongone.html
+[nothing like a raven]: feedingtheraven.html
+[small gossips of the dark]: the-night-we-met.html
+[his mane]: axe.html
+[You only hear the wind]: cold-wind.html
+[on the mountain]: mountain.html
@@ -23,7 +23,7 @@ His mother ran out of the house in her nightgown.
 "But Mom---"
 "Do it" she said in the tone of voice that meant Do it now.
 He went around the side of the house screwed the nozzle on grabbed the end of the hose pulled it around the house and waited for water to come out the end.
-When it did it was not in a very strong stream.
+[When it did it was not in a very strong stream.][]
 "I don't think this is going to work" Paul said to his mother.
 "God damn it I have to call the Fire Department" she said and went inside the house.
 The shed continued in its burning.
@@ -37,6 +37,10 @@ Humans create ART because we can't help but see patterns in randomness.
 But we feel guilty about it."
 The man nodded to another man in a blue uniform.
 "We want the ART to feel natural, to feel random, but we can't stop seeing the patterns" as the man in blue walked over and put a hand on Paul's shoulder "ART is unnatural by its very nature.
-I took my ART and gave it back to nature" as the man led him over to a black and white car and put him inside.
+I took my ART and gave it back to nature" as the man led him over to a [black and white][] car and put him inside.
 He was saying something about Paul's right.
-"No it's my left that was hurt" said Paul "but it's all better now."
+"No it's my [left that was hurt][]" said Paul "but it's all better now."
+
+[When it did it was not in a very strong stream.]: hard-game.html
+[black and white]: sense-of-it.html
+[left that was hurt]: x-ray.html
@@ -5,7 +5,7 @@ genre: verse
 
 epigraph:
     content: |
-        Is he older?  I asked her.
+        [Is he older](http://books.google.com/books?id=ALdlAAAAMAAJ&focus=searchwithinvolume&q=older+than)?  I asked her.
         And I never got an answer, because at the moment she disappeared in a puff of smoke.
         I like to think nothing ever happened to her save that she went over to the spirit realm.
         I usually know better though.
@@ -17,24 +17,30 @@ project:
 
 
 Look, I say---look here--- \
-at this old place \
-where nothing changes.  \
+at this [old place \
+where nothing changes][old-place].  \
 Look at the people \
 who pass by.  Look at \
 the trees.  The flowers \
 full of wanting: look \
-how full they are with \
+[how full they are][] with \
 color.  Look how they mock \
 us, empty people who \
 must fill themselves \
 with changes---emptiness.
 
-"There is nothing to be \
-but happy.  There is no \
+"[There is nothing][] to be \
+but happy.  [There is no][] \
 sadness to fall down \
 like cherry petals."
 
-The trees don't under \
-stand: they are too \
+The [trees don't under- \
+stand:][trees] they are too \
 tall to see the germ \
 of discontent in us.
+
+[old-place]: planks.html
+[how full they are]: squirrel.html
+[There is nothing]: elegeyforanalternateself.html
+[There is no]: no-nothing.html
+[trees]: plant.html
@@ -19,15 +19,15 @@ project:
 ...
 
 He looked down at his hands idly while he was typing.
-They were dry and cracked in places.
+They were [dry and cracked in places][].
 He thought he might start bleeding so he went inside for some lotion.
 
 "Do we have any lotion" he asked his mother.
 "In the medicine cabinet" she said without looking up from the TV.
-He walked into the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror.
+He walked into the [bathroom][] and looked at himself in the mirror.
 "I look strange" he said to himself "I look like a teenager."
-He stared into his right eye, then his left.
-He saw nothing but his own reflection fish-eyed in his pupils.
+He stared into his [right eye, then his left][].
+He saw nothing but [his own reflection fish-eyed][] in his pupils.
 He opened the medicine cabinet.
 
 Back in his Writing Shack, he started to type.
@@ -39,6 +39,12 @@ Back in his Writing Shack, he started to type.
 > hand closes.  Reach under the skin
 > and pull on the outside tendons--
 > the hand opens again.  Hands are
-> only machines for grasping,
+> only [machines][] for grasping,
 > controlled by the arm, not the
 > mind.
+
+[dry and cracked in places]: weplayedthosegamestoo.html
+[bathroom]: boar.html
+[right eye, then his left]: man.html
+[his own reflection fish-eyed]: deathstrumpet.html
+[machines]: ex-machina.html
@@ -2,6 +2,8 @@
 title: A hard game
 genre: verse
 
+dedication: Jim Henson
+
 project:
     title: Autocento of the breakfast table
     css: autocento
@@ -11,16 +13,20 @@ You think building Hoggle's a hard game?  \
 You know bunk.  Writing a ghazal's a hard game.
 
 Let's meet in a place where words & fabric play--- \
-but not plastic words.  Boggle's a hard game.
+but not [plastic][] words.  (Boggle's a hard game.)
 
 A cookout where we can hash our differences \
 over steak, though making it sizzle's a hard game.
 
-Let's go to a brothel, rub shoulders with bare \
+Let's go to a brothel, [rub shoulders][] with bare \
 shoulders, or a bar.  Being wastrel's a hard game.
 
 Maybe we could switch professions, you and I, \
 you write the poems, I'll puppet Fozzie---a hard game.
 
 When you call me, you never say my name.  \
-Creativity's a hose---checking the nozzle's a hard game.
+Creativity's [a hose][]---shutting the nozzle's the hard game.
+
+[a hose]: fire.html
+[plastic]: sense-of-it.html
+[rub shoulders]: finding-the-lion.html
@@ -22,7 +22,7 @@ His mother drove him to the Hardware Store on a Tuesday.
 "I'm glad to see you've taken my advice for once" she said.
 "What do you mean."
 "Applying to work at the Hardware Store.
-I'm proud of you Paul."
+I'm [proud of you][] Paul."
 
 "Oh right.
 Sure thing."
@@ -32,10 +32,14 @@ They pulled into the parking lot.
 He walked under the door resplendent in its King William orange and white.
 He saw the towering rows of shelves like mountain ridges in Hell.
 He strolled among the fixtures, pipes, planks, sheets, plants (Why plants? he thought), switches.
-He realized he didn't know the first thing about building furniture.
+He realized he didn't know the first thing about building [furniture][].
 "I don't know the first thing" he muttered to himself "about building furniture.
-I know the last thing would be a couch or chair or stool but the first thing is a mystery."
+I know the last thing would be a couch or chair or stool but the first thing is a [mystery][]."
 He turned around and walked straight out of the store and to his mother's car without looking up.
 
 "How'd it go" she asked starting the car.
 "Great" he said.
+
+[proud of you]: sixteenth-chapel.html
+[furniture]: real-writer.html
+[mystery]: love-as-god.html
@@ -25,7 +25,7 @@ cannot get in.  This house will never burn down.  \
 It is the house that I built, with my body \
 and with my strength.  I am the only one who lives \
 here.  I am both father and mother to a race \
-of dust motes that worship me as a god.  I have \
+of [dust motes that worship me as a god][].  I have \
 monuments built daily in my honor in dark \
 corners around the house.  I destroy all of them \
 before I go to bed, but in the morning \
@@ -35,3 +35,4 @@ to all of them anymore.  There are too many.
 
 [white smoke]: deathstrumpet.html
 [not think]: howithappened.html
+[dust motes that worship me as a god]: plant.html
@@ -24,10 +24,10 @@ project:
 
 I thought I saw you walking \
 to the bus stop but it was only \
-a raven. His croaks sounded nothing \
+a [raven][].  His croaks sounded nothing \
 like your footsteps (as they pound \
 down the hallway toward my bedroom) \
-his wings looked nothing like your \
+his [wings][] looked nothing like your \
 legs (running on the wrong side \
 of the road away from my house) \
 I think the one resemblance was the eyes
@@ -35,4 +35,8 @@ I think the one resemblance was the eyes
 But that's too easy \
 It's just that I was thinking \
 of you and a raven flew by \
-(maybe it was a crow)
+(maybe it was a [crow][])
+
+[raven]: feedingtheraven.html
+[crow]: stump.html
+[wings]: nothing-is-ever-over.html
@@ -21,7 +21,7 @@ I'll tell you that much.  Unless at yours, the Universe \
 kept telling you to quit having such a ball \
 and that you should have died, like, yesterday.
 
-At first, it feels like you're winning--that yesterday \
+At first, it feels like you're winning---that yesterday \
 you really were meant to die, but since you still _are_, \
 you beat the system somehow.  But the Universe bawls, \
 "No, I meant you should've crawled into \
@@ -0,0 +1,149 @@
+---
+title: In bed
+genre: verse
+
+project:
+    title: Autocento of the breakfast table
+    css: autocento
+...
+
+## I
+
+I hear [the rats][] run \
+in the walls like water \
+through a tree.  My blood
+
+thickens.  As I dream \
+the masturbation dream \
+the shelf above my bed
+
+falls covering me in \
+dirt and decaying beetles.  \
+[I see my reflection is headless][].
+
+## II
+
+When the waves stop \
+[and the moon grins down][] \
+to overtake me: the car
+
+ran up the street that night \
+when you were nearly \
+molested in your neighbor's house:
+
+is this why we don't have \
+neighbors?  For this the trees \
+[rot only for us][]?
+
+## III
+
+I woke screaming and you \
+came to sit next to me.  I felt \
+my eyes were open too wide
+
+that I could not shut them \
+from the horror movie sitting \
+on your lap in the easy chair
+
+in the dream the other dream \
+in the living room under \
+the tree.  Why do I feel guilty?
+
+
+## IV
+
+I wake up in a pool of water \
+[closed over me like an eyelid][].  \
+There is no longer comfort
+
+in staring at the ceiling.  \
+Its pitch blackness beckons \
+into a future of blankness.
+
+My body lay still quaking.  \
+My mind is chained fast \
+to the beating of my heart.
+
+## V
+
+I sit up slowly creaking.  \
+I find myself alone buried \
+[in an ocean][].  Far off
+
+[there is an eagle][] flying \
+toward me.  She lands on \
+my knee and lays an egg.
+
+I think *not this again* \
+something I've never \
+thought in my life.
+
+## VI
+
+I think *not this again* \
+something I've never \
+thought in my life.  Not
+
+after losing my car keys \
+in the easy chair.  Not after \
+scratching myself on a branch.
+
+Not after finding the thing \
+in your dresser drawer that \
+night.  [I remember you suddenly.][]
+
+
+## VII
+
+[You run through me \
+like rats][rats] down an alley. \
+You are in my [blood][].
+
+You scared me once \
+remember?  Jumped out \
+of the bathroom door.
+
+I fell screaming onto \
+the linoleum.  Did you \
+apologize?  Did you need to?
+
+## VIII
+
+The ocean that surrounds me \
+creaks like a rocking \
+cradle.  Your face bright
+
+as the moon at eclipse \
+and as [red][].  Low song \
+my tide stretching
+
+to the horizon.  Ripples \
+on the surface belie \
+something bigger beneath.
+
+## IX
+
+In bed I am alone for \
+the only time.  In bed \
+I am a grown man.
+
+Below the blankets I \
+know you for who you are.  \
+In bed [I see your face][]
+
+pressed against the window.  \
+I look out and see you \
+and I am not afraid.
+
+[the rats]: last-bastion.html
+[I see my reflection is headless]: deathstrumpet.html
+[and the moon grins down]: moon-drowning.html
+[rot only for us]: options.html
+[closed over me like an eyelid]: theoceanoverflowswithcamels.html
+[in an ocean]: the-sea_the-beach.html
+[there is an eagle]: mountain.html
+[I remember you suddenly.]: ouroboros_memory.html
+[rats]: #I
+[blood]: plant.html
+[red]: window.html
+[I see your face]: boy_bus.html
@@ -7,4 +7,8 @@ project:
     css: autocento
 ...
 
-[Ideas are drool.][] 
+[Ideas are drool.][] They [labor to create
+our buildings out of air][buildings] 
+
+[Ideas are drool.]: spittle.html
+[buildings]: building.html
@@ -20,22 +20,22 @@ project:
 
 There is a theory which states the Universe \
 if it began with the same initial conditions \
-( same gravity same strong weak nuclear force same \
+( [same gravity][] same strong weak nuclear force same \
 size and shape ) would unfold in exactly \
-the way it has : with the same planets orbiting suns \
+the way it has : with the same planets [orbiting suns][] \
 same people making same mistakes : like this morning
 
-( It's actually past two but I will call it morning ) \
+( It's actually past two but I will call it [morning][] ) \
 while turning on the shower : I as the Universe \
 intended ( although I was expecting the heat of suns ) \
-had the ice of inner space : those pre existing conditions \
+[had the ice of inner space][] : those pre existing conditions \
 before the Big Bang : the shower was almost exactly \
 freezing for a split second : every day it's the same :
 
-I turn on the tap hop in pull the knob have the same \
+[I turn on the tap][] hop in pull the knob have the same \
 moment of utter panic then pain then a relaxing morning \
 shower where I spend between five to ten ( I'm not sure exactly ) \
-minutes : I have good thoughts : this poem about the Universe \
+minutes : I have good thoughts : [this poem about the Universe][] \
 for example : I had the idea while I was conditioning \
 my hair : it came to me like accidentally looking at the sun :
 
@@ -44,11 +44,11 @@ could appear so small and yet so hot all at the same \
 time : so hot in the summer we require air conditioning \
 ( although now in the winter it's cold in the morning ) \
 and I can't wait to hop in the shower that tiny universe \
-of water and steam and soap and body : that and only that exactly
+of water and steam and soap and [body][] : that and only that exactly
 
 or rather exclusively ( it's hard to get the words exactly \
 right : the meanings bleed into each other like the sun's \
-shadows on pavement ) ready for me to dream another universe \
+shadows on pavement ) ready for me to [dream][] another universe \
 into it on top of it again and again until they all look the same : \
 I can't tell whether it's my morning or the shower's morning \
 or where I put the conditioner or what the initial conditions
@@ -56,10 +56,22 @@ or where I put the conditioner or what the initial conditions
 could have been that decided I would misplace my conditioner \
 today : and why and how much planning was involved exactly \
 that would cause so far down the production line of this morning \
-\: me to wake up so long after the rising of the sun \
+\: me to [wake up so long after the rising][] of the sun \
 \: me to stay inside all day even after showering to look at the same \
-computer screen : to give up the actual universe to the universe
+[computer screen][] : to give up the actual universe to the universe
 
-in there with its conditions : where the screen serves as sickly sun : \
+in there with its conditions : where [the screen serves][] as sickly sun : \
 where there is apparently exactly what I need : no more : the same \
 three sites I visited this morning comprising my entire Universe
+
+[same gravity]: the-sea_the-beach.html
+[orbiting suns]: big-dipper.html
+[morning]: plant.html
+[had the ice of inner space]: 100-lines.html
+[I turn on the tap]: hard-game.html
+[this poem about the Universe]: howtoread.html
+[body]: ouroboros_memory.html
+[dream]: dream.html
+[wake up so long after the rising]: stump.html
+[computer screen]: telemarketer.html
+[the screen serves]: reports.html
@@ -7,48 +7,54 @@ project:
     css: autocento
 ...
 
-January. \
-It's cold, and I don't like it. \
+January.  \
+It's cold, and I don't like it.  \
 I prefer warm weather, \
-although I like sweaters. They are the one \
-warm spot in an otherwise shitty season. \
-But fall is better sweater weather. So be patient,
+although I like sweaters.  They are the one \
+warm spot in an otherwise [shitty][] season.  \
+But fall is better sweater weather.  So be patient,
 
-Patient, \
-while waiting for the end of January. \
+_patient_, \
+while waiting for the end of January.  \
 A change of season \
 brings a change of mood along with it, \
 although I never thought I'd be one \
-to believe that SAD junk about effects of weather---
+to believe that [SAD][] junk about effects of weather---
 
 weather!--- \
-on a person. Who becomes a patient \
+on a person.  Who becomes a patient \
 just because of one \
-month of snow? I did say of January: \
+[month of snow][]?  I did say of January: \
 "It's cold, and I don't like it," \
 but I hardly think it's fair, knocking whole seasons,
 
 seasoning \
-your conversation with demands for better weather. \
+your conversation with demands for better weather.  \
 (While I find it \
 nearly impossible, it's my mission to be patient \
 while waiting for the end of January.) \
-Oh, but how the long nights do so tax one!
+Oh, but how the long nights do so [tax][] one!
 
 One \
-warm spot in an otherwise shitty season--- \
+[warm spot][] in an otherwise shitty season--- \
 all I ask, January, \
-is one warm day. Do you care whether \
+is one warm day.  Do you care whether \
 I'm a person who becomes a patient \
-in some psych ward? This just about does it.
+in some psych ward?  This just about does it.
 
 I.T., \
 although I never thought I'd call one, \
 is fair and patient \
-when I call. They talk with me, season \
+when I call.  They talk with me, season \
 my conversation of demands for better weather \
 with an argument for the white beauty of January.
 
 They know it's hard; they say each season \
-has its detractors. One day, they say, the weather \
-will be controlled---until then, patience in January.
+has its detractors.  _One day_, they say, _the weather \
+will be controlled---until then, patience in January_.
+
+[shitty]: tapestry.html
+[SAD]: seasonal-affective-disorder.html
+[month of snow]: snow.html
+[tax]: http://www.irs.gov/
+[warm spot]: real-writer.html
@@ -22,7 +22,7 @@ He wrote _**JOKES**_ on the top of a page in his notebook.
 He had run out of notecards and hadn't been able to convince his mother to go to the Office Supply Store for him.
 He left a space underneath it and wrote.
 
-_"Tell us a joke" the listeners say to the clown.
+_"[Tell us a joke][]" the listeners say to the clown.
 They have gather together in the clearing because they have heard he would be there, and they have heard he knew very funny jokes that were also true.
 "Tell us a joke that is true" they say._
 
@@ -35,8 +35,8 @@ The listeners grow impatient.
 Some begin yelling insults at the clown.
 Eventually, they begin to walk away into the woods._
 
-_The moon rises on the clearing.
-The only people left are the clown and a listener, the last listener.
+_The moon [rises][] on the clearing.
+The only people left are the clown and a listener, the [last listener][].
 She has been waiting for the joke a long time.
 The clown opens his mouth and she leans in closer to hear.
 He closes it as a tear falls onto his coat, then another.
@@ -49,4 +49,9 @@ _"I'm sorry" says the clown.
 I don't know any jokes."
 He disappears.
 The last listener sits on the log and looks at the sky.
-There are no stars._
+There are no [stars][]._
+
+[Tell us a joke]: window.html
+[rises]: the-sea_the-beach.html
+[last listener]: listen.html
+[stars]: big-dipper.html
@@ -25,7 +25,7 @@ project:
 
 # I. Walter
 
-Walter rides the bus into work on Wednesday morning when he realizes, with the force and surprise of a rogue current, that he is in the home-for-death phase of life.
+Walter [rides the bus][] into work on Wednesday morning when he realizes, with the force and surprise of a rogue current, that he is in the home-for-death phase of life.
 That era in which the next time he goes under, to the fields of seaweed waving gently, the anemones slowly filtering seawater, it will most likely be for a death in the family.
 
 He is able to idly speculate on who it might be, and this surprises him.
@@ -60,3 +60,5 @@ itself a kind of unknown \
 the homecoming after
 
 What happened to the home I was?
+
+[rides the bus]: sense-of-it.html
@@ -33,4 +33,6 @@ space ships to that asteroid, the \
 largest in the asteroid belt, that \
 jewel of dead rock and ice, harboring \
 something that could've been life \
-and nothing that actually is.
+[and nothing that actually is][].
+
+[and nothing that actually is]: http://www.writing.upenn.edu/~afilreis/88/stevens-snowman.html
@@ -19,32 +19,38 @@ project:
 ...
 
 Dimly remembered celebrity chefs shuffle \
-down the cold and darkened highways of the heart. \
-They are the last personality left. They are the meek \
-who inherited the heart, what was left of it. \
+down the cold and darkened highways of the heart.  \
+They are the last personality left.  They are [the meek \
+who inherited the heart][meek], what was left of it.\
+
 Without food to cook in new or exciting ways \
 nor audience to gasp and cackle, the chefs \
 of the heart quietly waste away while staring \
 doe-eyed into now-empty Safeway windows \
 checking under the dusty produce shelves \
-for something they pray the rats haven't found yet.
+for something they pray the [rats][] haven't found yet.
 
 Years ago, the economy of the heart boomed \
-and there was food everywhere. Produce \
+and there was food everywhere.  Produce \
 piled high in pyramids of devotion, meat in \
 gilded glass cases opulent under fluorescence, \
-dairy which ran like the mythical river toward \
-cereals hot and cold. Under it all, thrumming \
+dairy which ran like the [mythical river][] toward \
+cereals hot and cold.  Under it all, thrumming \
 like great stone wheels on sand under a hot sun \
 near a river where reeds sang in the wind \
 the heart produced and gave reward for hard labor.
 
-No one knows when it all ended. No one can say \
-if it was the heart that dried up or the heart's supply. \
-Either way, food of the heart became scarcer and scarcer. \
+No one knows when it all ended.  No one can say \
+if it was the heart that dried up or the heart's supply.  \
+Either way, food of the heart became scarcer and scarcer.  \
 People began dying, not of starvation \
 but of a certain facial expression that could only \
-be described as desperation. Now \
+be described as desperation.  Now \
 all that are left are the celebrity chefs, last bastion \
-of a once mighty empire of the heart \
-are reduced to husks blown dry by wind.
+of a once mighty empire of the [heart \
+are reduced to husks][heart] blown dry by wind.
+
+[meek]: http://biblehub.com/matthew/5-5.htm
+[rats]: in-bed.html
+[mythical river]: music-433.html
+[heart]: sense-of-it.html
@@ -5,10 +5,12 @@ genre: verse
 project:
     title: Autocento of the breakfast table
     css: autocento
+
+TODO: revise based on reading notes
 ...
 
-Memory works strangely, spooling its thread \
-over the nails of events barely related, \
+Memory works strangely, [spooling its thread][] \
+over the [nails of events][] barely related, \
 creating finally some picture, if we're \
 lucky, of a life---but more likely, it knots \
 itself, catches on a nail or in our throats \
@@ -17,16 +19,21 @@ that gasp, as it binds our necks, for air.
 An example: today marks one hundred years \
 since your namesake, the last living passenger \
 pigeon, died in Cincinnati.  It also marks \
-one year since we last spoke.  Although around \
+a year since we last spoke.  Although around \
 the world, zoos mourn her loss, I'm done \
 with you.  I mourn no more your voice, the first \
 sound I heard outside my body that reached \
-into my throat and set me ringing.  But that string---
+[into my throat and set me ringing][].  But that string---
 
 memory that feels sometimes more like a tide \
 has yoked together, bound your voice to that bird, \
 the frozen, stuffed, forgotten pigeon---my heart \
 is too easy, but it must do---to blink, to flex \
 its unused toes, slowly thaw to the wetness \
-of beating wings, fly to me again, and alight, \
+of [beating wings][], fly to me again, and alight, \
 singing full-throated, on my broken shoulder.
+
+[spooling its thread]: roughgloves.html
+[nails of events]: when-im-sorry.html
+[into my throat and set me ringing]: weplayedthosegamestoo.html
+[beating wings]: cold-wind.html
@@ -21,15 +21,19 @@ project:
 He shrugged the wood off his shoulder, letting it fall with a clog onto the earth floor of his Writing Shack.
 He exhaled looking out of the window.
 He hoped to see a bird fly by, maybe a blue jay or raven.
-No bird did.
+[No bird did][].
 He inhaled.
-He exhaled again in a way that could only be classified as a sigh.
+He exhaled again in a way that could [only be classified][] as a sigh.
 He sat down at his writing desk.
 He began shuffling through what he'd written, trying to find some sort of pattern.
 
 "*Each piece of paper---each leaf---*" at this he smiled---"*is like a tree in the forest.*"
 He was writing as he thought aloud.
-"*I, as the artist, as the **writer**, must select which to use, chop down those trees, bring them back to my shed and*---and---" he frowned as he realized the only end to this metaphor was fire.
+"*I, as the artist, as the **writer**, must select which to use, chop down those trees, bring them back to my shed and*---and---" he frowned as he realized the only end to this [metaphor was fire][].
 He ran his fingers through his hair in a self-soothing gesture.
 
 "I need to build some furniture" he thought.
+
+[No bird did]: last-passenger.html
+[only be classified]: last-bastion.html
+[metaphor was fire]: the-night-we-met.html
@@ -19,17 +19,17 @@ project:
 ...
 
 His first chair was a stool.
-It was an uneven wobbly stool that would not support even forty pounds.
+It was an [uneven wobbly stool][] that would not support even forty pounds.
 "So my first chair is a broken stool" he said after nearly breaking his tailbone on the dirt floor.
 "Maybe I should start again but this time only with legs."
 He began again but this time only with legs.
-He built one leg, which means he cut a straight piece of wood down to four feet in length, whittled the bark off, and sanded it down smooth in what he was now calling his Woodworking Shack.
+He built [one leg][], which means he cut a straight piece of wood down to four feet in length, whittled the bark off, and sanded it down smooth in what he was now calling his Woodworking Shack.
 He typed up a note on how to make chair legs.
 
 > MAKING CHAIR LEGS
 
 > 1. get longish piece of wood
-> 2. cut it to length (4 feet I'd
+> 2. cut it to length ([4 feet][] I'd
 >    recommend)
 > 3. whittle off bark
 > 4. sand smooth the leg
@@ -39,3 +39,7 @@ After he tried remembered tried standing the leg up, failing, and after much tho
 > 5. make ends flat
 
 He had no tools with which to flatten the ends of his leg.
+
+[uneven wobbly stool]: stump.html
+[one leg]: i-think-its-you.html
+[4 feet]: boar.html
@@ -8,9 +8,13 @@ project:
 ...
 
 If you swallow hard enough \
-you'll feel the stone \
+you'll [feel the stone][] \
 the one we all have waiting
 
-Once I found the stone in \
+Once I [found the stone][] in \
 the sea it kissed me as \
-the sea pawed at my back
+[the sea pawed at my back][]
+
+[the sea pawed at my back]: the-sea_the-beach.html
+[feel the stone]: serengeti.html
+[found the stone]: plant.html
@@ -18,48 +18,58 @@ project:
       link: ouroboros_memory
 ...
 
-God is love, they say, but there is \
-no god. Therefore, how can there be love? \
-And if there is no love, how can there be God? \
+[God is love][], they say, but there [is][] \
+no god.  Therefore, how can there be love?  \
+And if there is no love, how can there be God?  \
 There are things in life, I suppose, \
 that are simply unanswerable mysteries \
-of existence. Maybe this God and love are one.
+of existence.  Maybe this God and love are one.
 
-Maybe there are many loves, instead of one. \
-The difference between what isn't and what is \
-could merely be one of scope. The mystery \
-is how we speak only of one love -- \
+Maybe there are many loves, instead of one.  \
+The difference between [what isn't][] and what is \
+could merely be one of scope.  The mystery \
+is how we speak only of one love--- \
 to act as though we know we are supposed \
 to love only one other, or that one other and God.
 
-But supposing that one other is God? \
-What then? Is the God-lover to walk alone, \
+But supposing that one other is God?  \
+What then?  Is the God-lover to walk alone, \
 supported by God only when He feels He is supposed \
-to support her? What kind of love is \
-this? I would argue in fact this isn't love, \
-this one-set-of-footprints-in-the-sand mystery.
+to support her?  What kind of love is \
+this?  I would argue in fact this isn't love, \
+this [one-set-of-footprints-in-the-sand][] mystery.
 
-How to define two loves as one is the mystery. \
+How to define two loves as one is the mystery.  \
 It's obvious to many there is a thing called God, \
-and just as obvious that there is one called love. \
+and just as obvious that there is one called love.  \
 Maybe we fool ourselves, we who can't be alone; \
-maybe we don't know what either God or love is. \
+maybe we don't know what either God or love is.  \
 Maybe, and perhaps; but I for one propose
 
 that we as only humans are not supposed \
-to know or understand capital-L Life, that mystery. \
+to know or understand capital-L Life, that mystery.  \
 Isn't it enough to know that God is  \
 love, and love is God,  \
 no matter which one \
-does or does not exist? What is life, if no love,
+does or does not exist?  What is life, if no love,
 
-if no God? Maybe this saying, "God is love," \
+if no God?  [Maybe][Maybe1] this saying, "God is love," \
 is less a definition of God what what love is supposed \
-to be. Of these two terms, maybe the one \
+to be.  Of these two terms, [maybe2][] the one \
 we should capitalize is Love, that great mystery \
-of chemistry and longing. Maybe "Love is god" \
-is a more fitting epigraph for what life is
+of chemistry and longing.  Maybe "Love is god" \
+is a more fitting [epigraph][] for what life is
+
+[made of:][made of] Love, that most delicate, most misty \
 
-made of: Love, that most delicate, most misty \
 of all emotions, is supposed to be their god, \
 as the one that binds us, that was, that will be, that is.
+
+[is]: i-wanted-to-tell-you-something.html
+[God is love]: https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1+John+4%3A8&version=NIV
+[what isn't]: largest-asteroid.html
+[one-set-of-footprints-in-the-sand]: http://www.footprints-inthe-sand.com/index.php?page=Poem/Poem.php
+[Maybe1]: cereal.html
+[maybe2]: death-zone.html
+[epigraph]: epigraph.html
+[made of]: tapestry.html
@@ -20,15 +20,17 @@ project:
 
 _[THIS MAN REFUSED TO OPEN HIS EYES][man]_
 
+![THIS MAN REFUSED TO OPEN HIS EYES](img/tbedemugshot.jpg)
+
 Paul read this on an old mugshot in the library.
-He had taken the bus into town to check out a few books on woodworking and got distracted by the True Crime section.
+He had taken the [bus][] into town to check out a few books on woodworking and got distracted by the True Crime section.
 He found this mugshot in a book titled _Crooks like Us_ that was published in Sydney.
 He liked how cities were named after women, or how women were named after cities, whichever was true.
 
 The man in the picture's eyes were tightly shut, as though he'd just come into the brightness of day after being dark inside for a long time.
 His head was tilted up and slightly to the right.
 He was wearing a short light tie with hash marks, and a pinstripe suit.
-Paul wished the photograph was in color.
+Paul wished the [photograph][] was in color.
 He was standing in front of a plain brown wall covered in fabric.
 
 The man's eyes were not so tightly shut as Paul first thought.
@@ -41,5 +43,7 @@ He wondered what crime he had committed.
 Above the man's head was written [_T. BEDE.22.11.28 / 203 A_.][emilia]
 _THIS MAN REFUSED TO OPEN HIS EYES_ was written over his suit, directly below his ribcage.
 
-[emilia]: http://emiliaphillips.com/books/signaletics/
 [man]: http://collection.hht.net.au/firsthhtpictures/fullRecordPicture.jsp?recnoListAttr=recnoList&recno=31230
+[emilia]: http://emiliaphillips.com/books/signaletics/
+[bus]: boy_bus.html
+[photograph]: about-the-author.html
@@ -26,8 +26,8 @@ Silence lies underneath us all in the same way \
 the Nile has a river underneath ten times as large \
 (although this is an urban legend, apparently).
 
-So underneath truth or legend, flowing by \
-the feel of their own silence, move the stars: \
+So underneath [truth][] or legend, flowing by \
+the feel of their own [silence][], move the stars: \
 silence lies underneath us all in the same way.
 
 [John Cage][433], I think, understood this: the way \
@@ -39,12 +39,16 @@ believable: there simply is no way that, by and large, \
 silence lies underneath us all in the same way.
 
 There must be different silences, because we \
-have different songs to drown them out, different gods \
+have different [songs][] to drown them out, different gods \
 (although these are urban legends, apparently).
 
-But is not all sound one sound? You and I \
-are two faces to the same head, the same body. \
+But is not all [sound one sound][]?  You and I \
+are two faces to the same head, the same body.  \
 Silence lies underneath us all in the same way--- \
 although this is an urban legend, apparently.
 
 [433]: https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=zY7UK-6aaNA#t=39
+[truth]: phone.html
+[silence]: nothing-is-ever-over.html
+[songs]: swansong.html
+[sound one sound]: swansong-alt.html
@@ -7,49 +7,49 @@ project:
     css: autocento
 ...
 
-| While swimming in the river
+| While [swimming in the 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
+| of stars.  Only there was no
+| river: it was noon.  You can
+| say [the sun is a river][]; you
 | can argue the stars back it
-| like shirts behind a closet
-| door; you can say the earth
+| like [shirts behind a closet][]
+| door; you can say [the earth][]
 | holds us up with its weight
 | or that it means well or it
 | means anything.
 |                 There is no
-| closet, nor door; there are
+| closet, [nor door][]; there are
 | no shirts hanging anywhere.
 | There is no false wall that
 | leads deep into the earth's
-| bowels, growing warmer with
-| each step. Warmth as a con-
+| bowels, [growing warmer][] with
+| each step.  Warmth as a con-
 | cept has ceased to make any
-| sense. In contraposition to
+| sense.  In contraposition to
 | cold, it might, but cold as
-| well stepped out last night
+| well [stepped out][] last night
 | and hasn't returned.
 |                      Last I
 | heard, it went out swimming
-| and might've drowned. Trees
+| and [might've drowned][].  Trees
 | were the pallbearers at the
 | funeral, the train was long
 | and wailful, there was much
-| wailing and gnashing of all
+| [wailing and gnashing][] of all
 | teeth--though there were no
 | teeth, no train, no funeral
 | or prayer or trees at all--
-| nor a river underneath any-
-| thing. There was nothing to
+| nor a [river underneath][] any-
+| thing.  There was nothing to
 | be underneath anymore.
 |                        Look
 | around, and tell me you see
-| something. Look around, and
+| something.  Look around, and
 | tell me something that I do
-| not know. I know, more than
+| not know.  I know, more than
 | anything, that the world is
-| always ending. Behind that,
+| always ending.  Behind that,
 | there is nothing, save that
 | there is no nothing either.
 |
@@ -58,3 +58,14 @@ project:
 | time and beyond it, a river
 | returning, to its forgotten
 | 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
+[growing warmer]: real-writer.html
+[stepped out]: i-think-its-you.html
+[might've drowned]: in-bed.html
+[wailing and gnashing]: http://biblehub.com/luke/13-28.htm
+[river underneath]: howtoread.html
@@ -0,0 +1,14 @@
+#!/bin/bash
+
+unlinks=( $(grep -L '\[.*\]\[.*\]' *) )
+total_things=$(ls | wc -l)
+
+if [[ -n $1 && $1 == "-l" ]]; then
+    echo ${unlinks[@]} | tr ' ' '\n'
+else
+    echo "${unlinks[$((RANDOM %= $((${#unlinks[@]}))))]}"
+    echo "(${#unlinks[@]} of $total_things still to link.)"
+fi
+
+
+#[no link][]
@@ -22,14 +22,14 @@ Paul began typing on notecards.
 Somehow this felt right to his sensibilities.
 It was difficult to get the little cards into the typewriter.
 It was a pain to readjust the typewriter for regular paper when he wasn't writing.
-He started typing everything on those little notecards: grocery lists, letters to his grandmother, even reports for work (which is what got him in trouble).
+He started typing everything on those little notecards: grocery lists, letters to his grandmother, [even reports for work][] (which is what got him in trouble).
 
 But this was all later.
 For now he was writing his ideas, "notes" he now called them, something for him to combine later into something.
 He didn't like to think about it.
-On this particular cold winter morning, he wrote
+On this particular [cold winter morning][], he wrote
 
-> Woke up from a dream I was famous.
+> Woke up from a [dream][] I was famous.
 > One of the more famous people in
 > fact.  I had written something
 > everyone could relate to and at
@@ -39,5 +39,10 @@ On this particular cold winter morning, he wrote
 > and more than they thought I
 > would.  It was a good day.
 > Woke up this morning and I was
-> still cold.  Still Paul.  Still not
+> still cold.  [Still Paul.][]  Still not
 > good at furniture.
+
+[even reports for work]: telemarketer.html
+[cold winter morning]: seasonal-affective-disorder.html
+[dream]: in-bed.html
+[Still Paul.]: something-simple.html
@@ -7,18 +7,23 @@ project:
     css: autocento
 ...
 
-Nothing is ever over; nothing \
+[Nothing is ever over][]; nothing \
 is ever even begun.  The foundation \
 hasn't been laid; how can we hope \
 to put in the plumbing?  The bed \
 is unmade, not even made; the wood \
-hasn't been cleft from the tree; \
+[hasn't been cleft from the tree][]; \
 the seed hasn't been cast \
 out of water and growth and sun, \
 which itself hasn't started shining.  \
 The cock has never stopped crowing \
 because he never started.  Peter \
-betrays us again and again with \
+[betrays us again][] and again with \
 silence.  Christ wakes up at night, \
-choking from a bad dream, wrists \
+[choking from a bad dream][], wrists \
 aching from a dreamt, torturous pain.
+
+[choking from a bad dream]: in-bed.html
+[Nothing is ever over]: no-nothing.html
+[hasn't been cleft from the tree]: axe.html
+[betrays us again]: spittle.html
@@ -22,7 +22,7 @@ What did he do when he was in the woods?
 Where did he go?
 Was there always one spot, one clearing deep within the heart of them, that he would visit?
 Did he talk to the trees or only to himself?
-When he chopped down trees, did he leave them there to rot in the quiet or did he drag them out of the woods, behind his Shack, and dismember them?
+When he chopped down trees, did he leave them there to rot in the quiet or did he drag them out of the woods, behind his Shack, and [dismember them][]?
 Did he use any for firewood, or did the pieces rot behind his Shack, forgotten?
 When was the last time he built any furniture?
 Did he get any better at building it or did he just quit at some point, let the desire to create fall behind him like a forgotten felled tree?
@@ -33,7 +33,7 @@ If anyone did, was his life changed?
 For the better or the worse?
 Did he glance at the mess in the top drawer of his Writing Desk as he cleaned the Shack out long after Paul had quit using it?
 Did he put tools in there or leave it empty?
-What did he do with the desk?
+[What did he do with the desk?][]
 Did he add it to the pile of rotting wood out back, or did he chop it up for a bonfire with friends, or a cozy fire with his wife and children, or did he take it to the dump three miles away to rot there?
 Are these all the options?
 
@@ -41,3 +41,6 @@ Did Paul ever think about any of this?
 Walking in the woods one afternoon after becoming frustrated with his writing, did he sit on a stump and cry?
 Did he wonder whether he should have made other choices?
 Did he consider quitting smoking?
+
+[dismember them]: weplayedthosegamestoo.html
+[What did he do with the desk?]: finding-the-lion.html
@@ -23,7 +23,7 @@ project:
 > - typewriter
 > - writing desk
 > - notecards (top drawer of desk)
-> - pen (fountain)
+> - [pen][] (fountain)
 > - inkpot (empty)
 > - wood (a lot, more out back)
 > - bare lightbulb
@@ -47,3 +47,5 @@ He typed one more line, stood up, and went out of the shed.
 
 He got some kerosene from under the house, poured it around the base of the shed, lit a cigarette.
 He smoked half of it and threw it down to start the fire.
+
+[pen]: howithappened.html
@@ -26,8 +26,8 @@ Paul remembered that phones work by talking and said "Hello Jill."
 "Do you remember me" she asked "we were in school together?
 How have you been?"
 "Pretty well" said Paul "I've been writing and making furniture."
-"Oh that's nice" said the woman's voice tinny in the phone
-"Listen I ran into your mother at the Supermarket the other day and she said you need a job.
+"Oh that's nice" [said the woman's voice][] tinny in the phone
+"Listen I ran into your mother at the [Supermarket][] the other day and she said you need a job.
 You still need one?"
 Paul had to tell the truth.
 His mother was watching him out of the corner of her eye as she was playing dominoes at the kitchen table.
@@ -46,3 +46,6 @@ It's just data entry really basic stuff entry-level."
 "Oh her was she calling about a job for you?"
 "Yes starts Monday" he said.
 She smiled behind her glasses reflecting dominoes.
+
+[said the woman's voice]: telemarketer.html
+[Supermarket]: last-bastion.html
@@ -18,8 +18,8 @@ project:
       link: phone
 ...
 
-> EVERYTHING CHANGES OR EVERYTHING
-> STAYS THE SAME
+> [EVERYTHING CHANGES OR EVERYTHING][]
+> [STAYS THE SAME][]
 
 This sat alone on a blank notecard in Paul's typewriter.
 He stared at it, sipping at his too-hot coffee.
@@ -34,7 +34,12 @@ He feared it would never become so.
 He threw open the door to the snow and the ground below it.
 He reached for his axe on the wall.
 He reconsidered.
-He took a few tentative steps onto the blankness on his own.
+He took a few tentative steps onto the [blankness][] on his own.
 He wasn't cold, not yet.
 He walked into the forest.
-The snow crunched under his feet and did not echo.
+The snow crunched under his feet and [did not echo][].
+
+[EVERYTHING CHANGES OR EVERYTHING]: swear.html
+[STAYS THE SAME]: howtoread.html
+[blankness]: in-bed.html
+[did not echo]: last-passenger.html
@@ -1,5 +1,5 @@
 ---
-title: Litany for plants
+title: Litany for a plant
 genre: verse
 
 project:
@@ -10,12 +10,12 @@ project:
 I need a plant.  I need a thing \
 to take care of.  I need \
 a little green brownspotted \
-blackdirt growing \
+[blackdirt][] growing \
 quietness.  I need a sunlit \
 dawn knowing my name filtered \
-through a thin green window. \
+through a [thin green window][]. \
 I need chlorophyll \
-working its magic on beams of \
+working its [magic][] on beams of \
 grassmade early morning dewdrop \
 sweetmaking green.  I need \
 the dark earth sucking water \
@@ -23,11 +23,11 @@ from a black crevice \
 its black magic churning \
 wormilled rockturned starblind \
 darkness and cold into \
-the opposite of dust.  I need the heat \
+[the opposite of dust][].  I need the heat \
 to blind me.  I need the dumb making \
 to charge my coldened blood.  I need \
 the dropturned leaves to turn again \
-their faces to the windblown sun. \
+their [faces to the windblown sun][]. \
 I need millions of tiny years \
 summed up and burning out some unknown \
 new growth into the air.  I need four \
@@ -39,12 +39,12 @@ to fail to bring you down.  Old one \
 I need the peace that comes with knowing \
 something sacred holds still \
 in the world.  I need your green tongues \
-of flame to lick at old wounds \
+[of flame to lick at old wounds][] \
 stitching us together away from ourselves. \
 I need your brownbranching grasp \
 to keep me from drifting off \
-into unknowing terrible sleep.  I need \
-to know the snake hanging \
+into [unknowing terrible sleep][].  I need \
+[to know the snake][] hanging \
 from your branches.  I need to watch \
 the dropping of flesh massful \
 onto the ground from a height.  I need \
@@ -55,14 +55,14 @@ barking new greennesses into the bark. \
 I need a knocker of dark secrets hidden \
 in the dark bark hiding a smallstone \
 smoldering pearl in the knot.  I need \
-that pearl held out in a hand like an offering. \
+that [pearl held out in a hand][] like an offering. \
 I need the hand to be a plant's hand.
 
 I need a plant.  I need a growing \
-growler groaning toward heat and air. \
+growler [groaning][] toward heat and air. \
 I need a green thin stem surprisingly strong \
 holding up the weight of a plain \
-of fallow greennesses of creases and caresses \
+of fallow [greennesses of creases and caresses][] \
 of tiny worldmaking hardworking grandeur. \
 I need a singer of life crying \
 forward into old roads covered over \
@@ -78,7 +78,7 @@ into cabins of wood fought for by labor. \
 I need snow on the ground with shoots \
 dotting the melting patches.  I need two \
 leaves on a thin stalk shivering \
-in moonlight.  I need robinsong warbling \
+in [moonlight][].  I need robinsong warbling \
 over the heads of small seeds sprouting \
 to enliven their growth.  I need rings \
 of woody material widening to push \
@@ -86,25 +86,46 @@ the ground out of their way.  I need \
 new greennesses pushing out from \
 the brown dark bark gnarled.  I \
 need the robin to build its songfilled \
-nest in a branchcrotch.  I need \
+nest in a [branchcrotch][].  I need \
 the fecundity of fungi on the branches. \
 I need quiet of the sunlight shooting \
 through thousands of branched leaves \
-quivering.  I need whisper at dawn. \
+quivering.  [I need whisper at dawn.][] \
 I need burrows underground foxholes. \
 I need duff layers eaten through \
 by worms.  I need brooks murmuring \
 through crooks of roots.  I need small \
-fish swimming in their schools at \
+[fish swimming][] in their schools at \
 midnight.  I need oldnesses giving way \
-to youngnesses giving way to oldnesses. \
+[to youngnesses giving way to oldnesses][]. \
 I need dapplegray yellowshot ashbark. \
 I need the crunch of dead leaves underfoot. \
-I need snowquiet deadbranch mourning. \
-I need those purple mountains majesty. \
+I need [snowquiet deadbranch][] mourning. \
+I need those [purple mountains majesty][]. \
 I need a walk between trees in the dark. \
 I need that moment when stopping to rest \
 it suddenly seems that all the weary \
-forestroads in all their meandering come \
-to rest their heads at my astonished \
+[forestroads][] in all their meandering come \
+[to rest their heads][] at my astonished \
 feet, none of them needing more than me.
+
+[blackdirt]: building.html
+[thin green window]: window.html
+[magic]: cereal.html
+[to rest their heads]: riptide_memory.html
+[forestroads]: http://www.bartleby.com/119/1.html
+[purple mountains majesty]: http://www.wrensworld.com/purpmount.htm
+[snowquiet deadbranch]: 100-lines.html
+[to youngnesses giving way to oldnesses]: about-the-author.html
+[fish swimming]: proverbs.html
+[I need whisper at dawn.]: apollo11.html
+[branchcrotch]: epigraph.html
+[moonlight]: finding-the-lion.html
+[greennesses of creases and caresses]: the-sea_the-beach.html
+[groaning]: feedingtheraven.html
+[pearl held out in a hand]: roughgloves.html
+[to know the snake]: ouroboros_memory.html
+[unknowing terrible sleep]: in-bed.html
+[of flame to lick at old wounds]: fire.html
+[faces to the windblown sun]: no-nothing.html
+[the opposite of dust]: https://samofthetenthousandthings.wordpress.com/2012/09/08/charles-wright-reads-james-wright-the-journey-audio-poem/
@@ -18,7 +18,7 @@ project:
       link: worse-looking-over
 ...
 
-I'm writing this now because I have to. \
+I'm writing this now because I have to.  \
 Not in some "my soul yearns for this and \
 I can't help it" way, but in the way that this \
 moment is structured as such, that it is \
@@ -27,39 +27,46 @@ you reading it, now for you, later for me,
 
 and this tenuous connection mates me \
 and you forever, combined with each other, two \
-electrons momentarily entwined. Later, \
+[electrons momentarily entwined][].  Later, \
 when I'm dead or far too famous for you, and \
 you're in school, reading my words because it is \
 required reading, I want you to remember this
 
 connection we've always had, this \
-spider's thread hanging between you and me. \
+[spider's thread][] hanging between you and me.  \
 Which of us is the spider and which is \
-the fly still remains to be seen. To \
+the fly still remains to be seen.  To \
 eat, perchance to fly: all of that and \
-more. We can settle all of this later.
+more.  We can settle all of this later.
 
 Yes, it is you I'm thinking of in your later \
-time: you specifically, not another. This \
-is true for all _x_ such that _x_ > 0 and \
-_x_ is a real person, though it doesn't bother me \
+time: you specifically, not another.  This \
+is true for all $x$ such that $x > 0$ and \
+$x$ is a real person, though it doesn't bother me \
 to write to a fictional figure or to \
-a figment, maybe, of my imagination. This is
+[a figment][], maybe, of my imagination.  This is
 
-what you are right now, anyway, dear Reader, is \
-it not? I'm talking about my now, of course, not later, \
-which is your now. Later will be my now too, \
+what you are right now, anyway, [dear Reader][], is \
+it not?  I'm talking about my now, of course, not later, \
+which is your now.  Later will be my now too, \
 and maybe I'm ultimately writing to a future part of this \
-self: you could very well be me. \
-In fact, you probably are me, some other version, and
+self: you could very well be me.  \
+In fact, you probably are me, [some other version][], and
 
 I am you in the past, or what you could've been, and \
-at the same time, this isn't true. Everything is, \
-and nothing isn't. The difference between "you" and "me" \
-is in name only. Maybe you'll get this later, \
-when you're older, when I'm older, when all of this \
+at the same time, this isn't true.  Everything is, \
+and nothing isn't.  The difference between "you" and "me" \
+is in name only.  Maybe you'll get this later, \
+[when you're older][], when I'm older, when all of this \
 is something we'll look fondly back to,
 
 because I do hope to meet you, although much later, \
-and I hope your feeling is the same. All this \
+and I hope your feeling is the same.  All this \
 talk on me and you and you and me we'll keep between us two.
+
+[electrons momentarily entwined]: treatise.html
+[spider's thread]: last-passenger.html
+[a figment]: epigraph.html
+[some other version]: elegyforanalternateself.html
+[when you're older]: found-typewriter-poem.html
+[dear Reader]: real-writer.html
@@ -11,10 +11,15 @@ project:
       link: purpose-dogs
 ...
 
-Of course, there is a God.
-Of course, there is no God.
-Of course, what's really important is that these aren't important.
+Of course, [there is a God][].
+Of course, [there is no God][].
+Of course, what's really [important][] is that these aren't important.
 No, they are; but not really important.
 All that's important is the relative importance of non-important things.
-Shit.
+[Shit.][]
 Never mind; let's start over.
+
+[there is a God]: boar.html
+[there is no God]: TODO_BONNIE_PRINCE_BILLIE_YOUTUBE
+[Shit.]: january.html
+[important]: building.html
@@ -20,11 +20,11 @@ project:
 
 When he finally got back to work he was surprised they threw him a party.
 _**WELCOME BACK PAUL!**_  was written on a big banner across the back wall.
-Someone had ordered a confectioner's-sugar cake with frosting flowers on the corners.
+Someone had ordered a confectioner's-sugar cake with [frosting flowers][] on the corners.
 It said the same thing as the banner.
 "Welcome back, Paul" said Jill as he was at the punch bowl.
 The cup was on the table as he ladled punch in with his right hand.
-His left was wrapped in gauze.
+His left was wrapped in [gauze][].
 
 "Let me help you with that" said Jill.
 Paul had a strange feeling this had happened before.
@@ -37,6 +37,10 @@ When Jerry heard about your hand he said 'There goes one of our best data entry
 "I'm sorry."
 
 "Sorry for what" she looked at his eyes.
-He imagined her seeing fisheye versions of herself in them.
+He imagined her seeing [fisheye][] versions of herself in them.
 "I don't know" he said because it was true.
 "It's alright anyway" she said and placed the full punch cup in his right hand.
+
+[fisheye]: hands.html
+[frosting flowers]: big-dipper.html
+[gauze]: 100-lines.html
@@ -8,30 +8,41 @@ project:
 ...
 
 Sometimes I feel as though I am not a real writer.  \
-I don't smoke.  I don't wake up early but I don't sleep \
+[I don't smoke][].  I don't wake up early but I don't sleep \
 all day either.  I find myself increasingly interested \
 in dumb luck.  Chance: I've found two dimes in as many \
 days.  Does this mean I've found twenty lucky pennies?  \
 I want you to participate.  You the reader.  You, \
 the probabilistic god of my dreams.  I've been having \
-strange dreams lately.  I don't remember them but \
+[strange dreams][] lately.  I don't remember them but \
 they leave impressions.  A bare foot.  A tunnel \
 of hair from her face to mine.  A boat stranded \
 in a living-room.  Something warm.  Something like the sun \
-through my eyelids.  A hand, with all its dead symbology.  \
-My teeth have fallen out.  No, you pulled them out \
+through my eyelids.  [A hand, with all its dead symbology][].  \
+[My teeth have fallen out][].  No, you pulled them out \
 with your hands, threw them over your left shoulder \
-like salt, to wish away bad luck.  I have something \
+[like salt][], to wish away bad luck.  I have something \
 to tell you: bad luck follows like a dog.  It lets you \
 get ahead for a few days, a week, a year.  You'll see, \
 it'll bite your sleeping face when you're not looking.  \
 I've been dreaming about the future, I know.  In my dream \
-I am not a writer, I live in a place with rain.  You \
+I am not a writer, [I live in a place with rain][].  You \
 are sunning yourself as you read this, on a beach or \
 maybe a desert.  Let me move in with you.  I can cook \
-or clean or take care of your dog while you're out.  \
-I'll never have to write again.  I'll watch television.  \
+[or clean][] or take care of your dog while you're out.  \
+I'll never have to write again.  [I'll watch television][].  \
 Do I want to become a writer?  Tell me.  Should I smoke?  \
 I can sleep all day in your attic if you want, become \
-your god, lose my own, settle to the bottom of the bed \
-like a boat in a river, dream about nothing but furniture.
+[your god][], lose my own, settle to the bottom of the bed \
+like a boat in a river, dream about nothing but [furniture][].
+
+[I don't smoke]: cereal.html
+[strange dreams]: in-bed.html
+[A hand, with all its dead symbology]: roughgloves.html
+[My teeth have fallen out]: no-nothing.html
+[like salt]: i-am.html
+[I live in a place with rain]: riptide_memory.html
+[or clean]: when-im-sorry-i.html
+[I'll watch television]: about-the-author.html
+[your god]: love-as-god.html
+[furniture]: leaf.html
@@ -34,8 +34,10 @@ He had spent the weekend
 
 so understandably he was upset.
 He told Jill all the work he'd gone to to type those notecard reports for her, for the company.
-She shook her head.
+[She shook her head.][]
 "Paul, you don't have to do all that work at home.
 Just type it up on the computers here, that's all you need to do.
 Thanks for the work though."
 He nodded as she threw the notecards into the trashcan and left his cubicle.
+
+[She shook her head.]: seasonal-affective-disorder.html
@@ -20,32 +20,39 @@ project:
       link: i-think-its-you
 ...
 
-Inside of my memory, the poem is another memory. \
+Inside of my memory, the poem is another memory.  \
 The air up here is thin, but the wind blows harder \
 than anywhere else I know.  It threatens to rip \
-my body away, like an angel of death, to the stars.
+my body away, like [an angel of death][], to the stars.
 
 In Arizona, I thought I would forget the rain, \
 forget its sound on a roof like a hard wind, forget \
 its smell like a far away ocean.  Luckily for me \
 it rains here.  Luckily, because I forget too easily.
 
-In a dream, my father is caught by a riptide off-shore. \
+In a dream, [my father is caught by a riptide][] off-shore.  \
 He's pulled far out, far enough that the shoreline's \
-a line in his memory on the horizon. I can see him \
+a line in his [memory][] on the horizon.  I can see him \
 swimming, hand over hand, pulling his small weight
 
-back to land.  I see him as another shipwreck victim, \
-coughing sand and seawater, beard woven with seaweed. \
+back to land.  I see him as [another shipwreck][] victim, \
+coughing sand and seawater, beard woven with seaweed.  \
 I see him laying there a long time.  I see all this \
 as he tells me the story, years later, the riptide
 
-only a ghost in his memory, I only a child falling \
+only a [ghost][] in his memory, I only a child falling \
 asleep.  My mother's making mayonnaise rolls \
 in the kitchen, a recipe I'll send for years later, \
 in Arizona, in the monsoon season, when my thirst
 
 pulls me back home, my memory's lonesome twinkle \
-like stars above the mountains.  I'll send for it \
+like [stars above the mountains][].  I'll send for it \
 and try to make them, but in the thin air they'll \
 crumble into dust like desert air, like a memory.
+
+[an angel of death]: angeltoabraham.html
+[my father is caught by a riptide]: father.html
+[memory]: ouroboros_memory.html
+[another shipwreck]: shipwright.html
+[ghost]: 100-lines.html
+[stars above the mountains]: finding-the-lion.html
@@ -15,7 +15,7 @@ project:
 ...
 
 I lost my hands & knit replacement ones \
-from spiders' threads, stronger than steel but soft \
+from [spiders' threads][], stronger than steel but soft \
 as lambs' wool.  Catching as they do on nails \
 & your collarbone, you don't seem to like \
 their rough warm presence on your [cheek or thigh][].  \
@@ -32,3 +32,4 @@ like a silkworm in a spider's blackened [maw][].
 [cheek or thigh]: feedingtheraven.html
 [break a hand]: weplayedthosegamestoo.html
 [maw]: serengeti.html
+[spiders' threads]: poetry-time.html
@@ -29,10 +29,10 @@ He sighed and put his hands in his pockets.
 
 "I wonder if trees are protective of their young" he said to himself, then wondered if why he had to think his thoughts out loud, then remembered he always did this, then remembered his conversation with Jill.
 He hoped she didn't.
-He hoped that conversation was like the tree that fell in the forest with no one around.
+He hoped that conversation was like [the tree that fell in the forest][] with no one around.
 "I wonder if a thought said out loud isn't heard by anyone, if it was made.
 I think maybe this is what Literature (big L) is all about, if it's trying to make a connection because no idea matters unless it's connected to something else, or to someone else.
-Maybe no wood matters unless it's bound to another by upholstery nails.
+Maybe no wood matters unless it's [bound to another][] by upholstery nails.
 If 'the devil is in the details,' as they say (who are 'they' anyway?), the details are the connections?
 That doesn't make sense.
 Details are details.
@@ -41,3 +41,6 @@ Connections are connections.
 "Still, a neuron by itself means nothing.
 Put them all together though and connect them.
 You've got a brain."
+
+[the tree that fell in the forest]: options.html
+[bound to another]: last-passenger.html
@@ -8,22 +8,28 @@ project:
 ...
 
 On your desk I set a tangerine:  \
-a relic of a winter quickly passing.
+a relic of a [winter][] quickly passing.
 
 I'm reminded, fiercely, of a summer:  \
-I watched the cemetery grass on my stomach.
+I watched the [cemetery grass][] on my stomach.
 
-You hate the wind blowing through buildings:  \
+You hate the wind [blowing through buildings][]:  \
 the coldness of fire, blister of a mountain stream.
 
 When you broke down that night: your aunt / you  \
-never have been / you shook that night /
+never have been / [you shook that night][] /
 
 Seasonal affective disorder is real: you  \
-mutter under your breath on the highway.
+[mutter under your breath on the highway][].
 
 The ant carries an orange peel past a headstone:  \
 it carries her nearly as often.
 
 I set a tangerine on your desk:  \
 an engagement ring, winter-returned.
+
+[winter]: january.html
+[cemetery grass]: death-zone.html
+[blowing through buildings]: building.html
+[you shook that night]: the-night-we-met.html
+[mutter under your breath on the highway]: last-bastion.html
@@ -7,24 +7,28 @@ project:
     css: autocento
 ...
 
-I only write poems on the bus anymore.  \
+I only write poems on [the bus][] anymore.  \
 I sit far in the back to be alone.  \
 I mark black things on white things in a black thing.  \
 I try to make sense of it.
 
 Every time I see a plastic bag in the wind I think: \
-This is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.  \
+[This is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.][]  \
 Most of my life I relate to something on the TV: \
 This is how I try to make sense of it.
 
 The Talking Heads song ["Stop Making Sense"][stop] \
 is about a girlfriend caught cheating and willed oblivion.  \
 The song's real title is "Girlfriend is Better" \
-but lying about it is a way I try to make sense of it.
+but [lying][] about it is a way I try to make sense of it.
 
 The day after I lost her I found you again.  \
 Your face made a plastic bag of my heart.  \
-Your eyes were the wind pushing the bus forward.  \
+Your eyes were [the wind][] pushing the bus forward.  \
 I couldn't make sense of it.
 
 [stop]: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9r7X3f2gFz4
+[This is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.]: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qssvnjj5Moo
+[the wind]: cold-wind.html
+[lying]: the-night-we-met.html
+[the bus]: stagnant.html
@@ -24,7 +24,7 @@ project:
 "I don't know" he said.
 
 "Goddammit Paul" his mother said.
-"You're wasting your life out in that shed.
+"You're [wasting your life][] out in that shed.
 You need to go out and get---"
 "I chop down trees too" he said.
 "I make furniture out of them."
@@ -34,7 +34,10 @@ His mother's face did a Hitchcock zoom as she considered this new information.
 "It's getting there" he answered.
 "I'm getting better every day."
 "When is it going to be there" she asked.
-"When are you going to sell this furniture of yours?"
+"When are you going to sell [this furniture][] of yours?"
 "It'll be a while" he answered.
 
 "Then you'd better get a job until then" she said.
+
+[wasting your life]: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/177229
+[this furniture]: real-writer.html
@@ -28,47 +28,58 @@ project:
 ...
 
 If Justin Bieber isn't going for the sixteenth \
-chapel, I'm not either. I admit he is my role \
-model. He's so current, so fresh and so new, \
-and Michelangelo is so old, his art so dated. \
-Where is the love in those old paintings? All \
-I see is creation, judgment, and death---
+chapel, I'm not either.  I admit he is my role \
+model.  He's so current, so fresh and so new, \
+and Michelangelo is so old, his art so dated.  \
+Where is the love in those old paintings?  All \
+I see is [creation][], [judgment][], and [death][]---
 
-and I don't get the preoccupation with death. \
-I'm about life! Ever since my sixteenth \
+and I don't get the preoccupation with death.  \
+I'm about life!  Ever since my sixteenth \
 birthday, when me and my two sisters all \
 nearly died when the car I was driving rolled \
-into a creek. Even though I've forgotten the date, \
+into a creek.  Even though I've [forgotten the date][], \
 I think it keeps me thinking on the new,
 
-something Biebs would be proud of if he knew. \
-I look at him, and see the opposite of death \
+something Biebs would be proud of if he knew.  \
+I look at him, and see the [opposite of death][] \
 in his eyes, his youthful smile: though someday \
-he may be a father, and later host a Sweet Sixteen \
+he may [be a father][], and later host a Sweet Sixteen \
 for his daughter (who I know he'll buy a Rolls), \
-death will never find him. Living will be all
+death will never find him.  Living will be all
 
 he'll ever do, because it will be all \
-he'll ever need to do. He is the eternal new, \
-the forever youth: this is the simple role \
-of every celebrity, to let us forget death. \
+he'll ever need to do.  He is the eternal new, \
+the [forever youth:][] this is the simple [role][] \
+of every celebrity, to let us forget death.  \
 Bieber didn't make a mistake on the Sistine \
-Chapel's name. He merely showed that someday
+Chapel's name.  He merely showed that someday
 
 all old names must go, that on some day \
 a name must die so that the thing, which is all \
 that matters, can stay as it was in the sixteenth \
-century: fresh, ostentatious, and brand new. \
-In a way, the name becomes a Christ, experiencing death \
-so the world doesn't have to. But I am wary of this role
+century: fresh, ostentatious, and brand new.  \
+In a way, [the name becomes a Christ][], experiencing death \
+so the world doesn't have to.  But I am wary of this role
 
-for a name. It seems a name gives meaning, rolls \
+for a name.  It seems a name gives meaning, rolls \
 the general idea together with the concrete, daily \
-toil of the mundane. Are not life and death \
-intertwined? Is not everything tied up all \
-with everything? I guess I'm saying the new \
+toil of the mundane.  Are not life and death \
+intertwined?  Is not everything tied up all \
+with everything?  I guess I'm saying the new \
 necessarily comes from the old, as every sixteen-
 
-year-old has a parent. Life rolls to death, and all \
-is tied together. Each day is born of night, and dies so new \
-morning can occur. Even the sixteenth chapel holds death.
+year-old has a parent.  [Life rolls to death][], and all \
+is tied together.  Each day is born of night, and dies so new \
+morning can occur.  Even the sixteenth chapel holds death.
+
+[role]: words-meaning.html
+[death]: deathstrumpet.html
+[opposite of death]: death-zone.html
+[creation]: creation-myth.html
+[judgment]: movingsideways.html
+[forgotten the date]: riptide_memory.html
+[be a father]: i-am.html
+[forever youth:]: about-the-author.html
+[the name becomes a Christ]: nothing-is-ever-over.html
+[Life rolls to death]: ouroboros_memory.html
@@ -18,13 +18,13 @@ project:
       link: shed
 ...
 
-_I don't care if they burn_ he wrote on his last blank notecard.
+_[I don't care if they burn][]_ he wrote on his last blank notecard.
 He'd have to go to the Office Supply Store tomorrow after work.
 
 He looked at what he'd written.
-He'd been thinking about this for a while, felt the frustration build slowly like a thundercloud in the back of his mind.
+He'd been thinking about this for a while, felt the frustration build slowly like a [thundercloud][] in the back of his mind.
 He thought he should write something else on the card, but everything he thought of seemed too confessional or too real compromising.
-He didn't want anyone, not even the notecards, to know what he was thinking.
+[He didn't want anyone, not even the notecards, to know what he was thinking.][thinking]
 He decided to try for more of an interview with the paper.
 
 _Why?_  asked the notecard.
@@ -37,11 +37,18 @@ He could see bits and pieces of thoughts like leaves crunched underfoot in autum
 _It will take so much organization_ he wrote.
 
 _Why is organization important?
-Remember the trees, how they formed rows without trying.
+Remember the trees, [how they formed rows][] without trying.
 No matter how the ideas fall, they make something.
-The snow does that too_ he wrote.
+[The snow][] [does that too][]_ he wrote.
 _It doesn't try to make anything but it does._
 
 _No the snow is different_ the notecard was annoyed.
 _The snow is a blank canvas that humans build into shapes or doppelgangers.
 It makes nothing on its own._
+
+[I don't care if they burn]: fire.html
+[thundercloud]: serengeti.html
+[thinking]: lappel-du-vide.html
+[how they formed rows]: axe.html
+[The snow]: 100-lines.html
+[does that too]: weplayedthosegamestoo.html
@@ -20,18 +20,23 @@ project:
 
 "Riding the bus to work is a good way to think or to read" Paul thought to himself on the bus ride to work.
 His thoughts couldn't become real to him because he didn't want to look insane to everyone else on the bus.
-His thoughts came to him like someone yelling over a hard wind.
+His thoughts came to him like someone [yelling over a hard wind][].
 He was trying to write them on his memory but the act of writing was easier and more immediate than that of listening.
 He was afraid that when he looked at his memory later he wouldn't be able to read what was written.
 
 "Thoughts are like the wind outside a moving bus" he thought "or rather the bus is a brain slamming into columns of stagnant air causing them to whistle past in a confusion of something."
-He could barely hear the voice yelling to him over the wind.
+He could barely hear the voice [yelling to him over the wind][].
 "Speak up" he thought to the voice, then remembered it was his own.
 He wished he'd remembered a book to read.
 
 He looked at his hands to pass the time.
-They were dry in the winter air that had seeped its way into the bus.
+[They were dry in the winter air][] that had seeped its way into the bus.
 He tried to figure out how many hours they would make it before cracking and bleeding.
 "Maybe three or four" he thought accidentally out loud.
 He looked around expecting stares from everyone on the seat.
-He was surprised that he was the only one on the bus.
+[He was surprised that he was the only one on the bus.][]
+
+[He was surprised that he was the only one on the bus.]: stayed-on-the-bus.html
+[yelling over a hard wind]: sense-of-it.html
+[They were dry in the winter air]: hands.html
+[yelling to him over the wind]: cold-wind.html
@@ -11,32 +11,32 @@ project:
 I. Eli {#i.-eli .unnumbered}
 ------
 
-"Can one truly describe an emotion?" Eli asked me over the walkie-talkie.
+"Can one truly describe an emotion?"  Eli asked me over the walkie-talkie.
 He was in the bathroom, & had taken the walkie-talkie in with him absent-mindedly.
 I could hear sounds of his piss hitting the toilet water.
 
 "I can hear you peeing," I said.
-He didn't answer so I said in apology, "It's okay. Humans are sexually dimorphic."
+He didn't answer so I said in apology, "It's okay.  Humans are sexually dimorphic."
 I was sitting on my blue baby blanket texting Jon, who was funny and amicable over the phone.
 He made a three-message joke about greedy lawyers and I would have been laughing if not for my embarrassment toward Eli.
 He finally came out of the bathroom and kept his eyes straight ahead, toward the wall calendar and not at me, as he passed through the family room into his bedroom, were he shut the door quietly.
 Presently I heard some muffled noise as he turned on his iPod.
-I guessed he didn't feel like talking so I stayed on my blanket watching the Price is Right and texting Jon.
+I guessed he didn't feel like talking so I stayed on my blanket watching the _Price is Right_ and texting Jon.
 
 Drew Carrey was doing his wrap-up speech on TV when Eli finally came out of his room, red puffy streaks covering his face.
-His eyes and nose were red too, which was almost festive against the pale green and white of the wallpaper.
-I had been laughing at the goofy costumes on the Price is Right and the jokes Jon was texting me, but when Eli came out of the room I stopped and just looked at him as well as I could.
+His eyes and nose were red too, which was almost festive against the pale green and white of the [wallpaper][].
+I had been laughing at the goofy costumes on the _Price is Right_ and the jokes Jon was texting me, but when Eli came out of the room I stopped and just looked at him as well as I could.
 He was staring at my right shoulder as he said, "Go home now."
 
 "What?"
 
-"I said go home now.
+"[I said go home now][].
 I don't want you here anymore, because I just remembered I have someone coming over and I have to clean."
 
 "Look, Eli, I'm sorry---"
 
 "It doesn't have anything to do with you, I swear.
-Just go, okay? Go home now."
+Just go, okay?  [Go home now][]."
 
 I got up and tried to give him a hug but he withdrew from me sharply.
 So I walked around the coffee table as he sat down, not looking at me anymore, and stared at the blank TV.
@@ -46,18 +46,25 @@ I opened my mouth but thought better of talking, and closed the door behind me s
 II. Dimorphic {#ii.-dimorphic .unnumbered}
 -------------
 
-Oranges. Poison. A compromise \
-between Mary & Judas. Blue \
+[Oranges][].  Poison.  A compromise \
+between Mary & [Judas][].  Blue \
 baby blankets swaddling greedy lawyers.
 
-Can one truly describe an emotion? \
-I cut my ankle with a razor blade. \
-I can only go one at a time. Humanity \
+Can one truly describe an emotion?  \
+I cut my ankle with a razor blade.  \
+I can only go one at a time.  Humanity \
 has a seething mass of eels \
 for a brain, mating in the water so forcefully \
-that it could drown you under the moon.
+that it could [drown you under the moon][].
 
 III. Declaration of Poetry {#iii.-declaration-of-poetry .unnumbered}
 --------------------------
 
 You have to go one line at a time, and you have to start on the first or second line.
+
+[Judas]: spittle.html
+[wallpaper]: wallpaper.html
+[I said go home now]: lappel-du-vide.html
+[Go home now]: riptide_memory.html
+[Oranges]: seasonal-affective-disorder.html
+[drown you under the moon]: moon-drowning.html
@@ -7,15 +7,19 @@ project:
     css: autocento
 ...
 
-It was a gamble \
+It was a [gamble][] \
 I lost---thought I could get closer \
 than the library, stayed \
 on past the admin building, \
 back down the hill to my beginning, \
 the driver's second-to-last stop. \
-I have to walk now, \
+[I have to walk now][], \
 through the wind and sun, past \
-traffic moving merrily along \
+[traffic][] moving merrily along \
 taking their own gambles \
 staying on or getting off \
 too soon.
+
+[gamble]: hard-game.html
+[I have to walk now]: lappel-du-vide.html
+[traffic]: theoceanoverflowswithcamels.html
@@ -20,7 +20,7 @@ project:
 
 He walked into the woods for the first time in months.
 It was a bright summer day but under the canopy of leaves it was cool and quiet and twilight.
-There was no sound but his footsteps, his breathing.
+[There was no sound but his footsteps, his breathing.][]
 Instead of an axe, his right hand clutched his notebook.
 His left was in his pocket.
 A pencil perched behind his ear.
@@ -32,11 +32,15 @@ Paul walked over to the stump and sat down.
 He looked up and tried to find a pattern in the placement of the trees.
 There was none.
 They grew randomly, beginning nowhere and ending in the same place.
-A squirrel ran down one and up another for no reason.
+[A squirrel][] ran down one and up another for no reason.
 He opened his notebook and took his pencil from his ear but could think of nothing to write.
 
 A crow called hoarsely to another, something important.
-Paul looked up but could not see the black bird in the leaves of the trees.
+Paul looked up but could not see the black bird in the [leaves of the trees][].
 He looked back down to the cream-colored pages of his notebook.
 
 He was surprised that he'd written _YOU CANNOT DISCOVER ART_.
+
+[There was no sound but his footsteps, his breathing.]: music-433.html
+[A squirrel]: squirrel.html
+[leaves of the trees]: death-zone.html
@@ -8,24 +8,33 @@ project:
     css: autocento
 ...
 
-This poem is dry like chapped lips. \
-It is hard as teeth---hear the tapping? \
+This poem is dry like [chapped lips][].  \
+[It is hard as teeth][]---hear the tapping?  \
 It is the swan song of beauty, as all \
-swan songs are. Reading it, you are \
-puzzled, perhaps a little repulsed. \
-Swans do not have teeth, nor do they sing. \
+swan songs are.  [Reading][] it, you are \
+puzzled, perhaps a little repulsed.  \
+Swans do not have teeth, nor do they sing.  \
 A honking over the cliff is all \
 they can do, and that they do \
-badly. You don't know where I'm going. \
-You want to tell me, You are not you. \
-You are the air the swan walks on. \
+badly.  You don't know where I'm going.  \
+You want to tell me, [You are not you][].  \
+[You are the air the swan walks on.][]  \
 You are the fringe of the curtain \
-that separates me from you. I say \
+[that separates me from you][].  I say \
 that you are no longer the temple, \
-that you have been through fire \
-and are now less than ash. You are \
+that you have been through [fire][] \
+and are now less than ash.  You are \
 the subtraction of yourself from \
-the world, the air without a swan. \
-Together, we are each other. You \
+the world, [the air without a swan][].  \
+Together, we are each other.  You \
 and I have both nothing and everything \
 at once, we own the world and nothing in it.
+
+[chapped lips]: time-looks-up-to-the-sky.html
+[It is hard as teeth]: no-nothing.html
+[Reading]: poetry-time.html
+[You are not you]: about-the-author.html
+[You are the air the swan walks on.]: swansong.html
+[that separates me from you]: elegyforanalternateself.html
+[fire]: fire.html
+[the air without a swan]: finding-the-lion.html
@@ -17,8 +17,8 @@ project:
 Swans fly overhead singing goodbye \
 to we [walkers of the earth][ithappened].  You point \
 to them in formation, you tell me \
-you are not you.  You are the air the swans \
-walk on as they journey like pilgrims \
+you are not you. [You are the air the swans \
+walk on][alt] as they journey like pilgrims \
 to a temple in the south.  A curtain \
 there separates me from you, swans \
 from the air they fly through.  I say \
@@ -33,3 +33,4 @@ at once.  We own the world and nothing in it.
 [ithappened]: howithappened.html
 [mirror]: moongone.html
 [trumpet]: deathstrumpet.html
+[alt]: swansong-alt.html
@@ -13,46 +13,80 @@ project:
       link: big-dipper
 ...
 
---------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------
-4. The look she gave me                 4. Half-hours in heaven are three times
-                                           that in hell
+------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------
+4. [The look she gave me][]                 4. Half-hours in heaven are three times
+                                               [that in hell][]
 
-5. Not out of anger                     5. Pay the toll, mister, or nothing can
-                                           get done
+5. [Not out of anger][]                     5. [Pay the toll][], mister, or nothing can
+                                               get done
 
-6. A desire to understand               6. Misattributed
+6. [A desire to understand][]               6. [Misattributed][]
 
-7. Seven syllables amble                7. Disassociated
+7. [Seven syllables amble][]                7. [Disassociated][]
 
-8. To drink at the pond                 8. Advice from a cereal box
+8. [To drink at the pond][]                 8. [Advice from a cereal box][]
 
-9. Two fall in and drown                9. The challenges of a modern life
+9. [Two fall in and drown][]                9. [The challenges of][] a modern life
 
-10. Odd-numbered ponies                 10. Probability and the American Dream
+10. [Odd-numbered ponies][]                 10. Probability and the American [Dream][]
 
-11. Buck and Whinny in the moonlight    11. Two friends throw dice
+11. [Buck and Whinny in the moonlight][]    11. [Two friends throw dice][]
 
-12. To die tomorrow                     12. Fears of death
+12. [To die tomorrow][]                     12. [Fears of death][]
 
-13. To be everywhere                    13. The solipsist talks to God
+13. [To be everywhere][]                    13. The [solipsist talks to God][]
 
-14. All at one time: my motto           14. A phone conversation following
+14. [All at one time: my motto][]           14. [A phone conversation][] following
                                             receipt of an ill-timed love letter
 
-15. Of a perfect world                  15. Woody Allen at the horse races
+15. [Of a perfect world][]                  15. Woody Allen at [the horse races][]
 
-16. This morning the sun                16. Whether you say good morning or
+16. [This morning the sun][]                16. Whether you say [good morning][] or
                                             good night
 
-17. Wandering through the window        17. A traveler waiting on the mountain
-
-18. Alights on my shoulder              18. The impenetrable object falls in
-                                            love
-
-                                        1. Liquid messenger
-
-                                        2. After a gate closes, dogs bark
-
-                                        3. Finding old men at dusk
-
---------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------
+17. [Wandering through the window][]        17. A traveler [waiting on the mountain][]
+
+18. [Alights on my shoulder][]              18. The impenetrable object falls in
+                                            [love][]
+
+                                            1. [Liquid messenger][]
+
+                                            2. [After a gate closes, dogs bark][]
+
+                                            3. [Finding old men at dusk][]
+
+------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------
+
+[The look she gave me]: ouroboros_memory.html
+[Not out of anger]: lappel-du-vide.html
+[A desire to understand]: boy_bus.html
+[Seven syllables amble]: i-think-its-you.html
+[To drink at the pond]: initial-conditions.html
+[Two fall in and drown]: love-as-god.html
+[Odd-numbered ponies]: worse-looking-over.html
+[Buck and Whinny in the moonlight]: sixteenth-chapel.html
+[To die tomorrow]: last-bastion.html
+[To be everywhere]: amber-alert.html
+[All at one time: my motto]: exasperated.html
+[Of a perfect world]: death-zone.html
+[This morning the sun]: big-dipper.html
+[Wandering through the window]: poetry-time.html
+[Alights on my shoulder]: moon-drowning.html
+[Liquid messenger]: music-433.html
+[After a gate closes, dogs bark]: riptide_memory.html
+[Finding old men at dusk]: about-the-author.html
+[A phone conversation]: phone.html
+[that in hell]: telemarketer.html
+[Pay the toll]: no-nothing.html
+[Misattributed]: howithappened.html
+[Disassociated]: howtoread.html
+[Advice from a cereal box]: cereal.html
+[The challenges of]: call-me-aural-pleasure.html
+[Dream]: in-bed.html
+[Two friends throw dice]: deadman.html
+[Fears of death]: seasonal-affective-disorder.html
+[solipsist talks to God]: boar.html
+[the horse races]: 100-lines.html
+[good morning]: big-dipper.html
+[waiting on the mountain]: mountain.html
+[love]: lovesong.html
@@ -28,8 +28,8 @@ Praise or adoration to what? he asked himself.
 He thought maybe furniture.
 There was still a lot of notfurniture in what he was again calling his Writing Shack.
 
-The dictionary also had this to say about "hymn": that it was possibly related to the old Greek word for "weave."
-"Weave what" Paul wondered to himself.
+The dictionary also had this to say about "hymn": that it was possibly related to the old Greek word for "[weave][]."
+"[Weave what][]" Paul wondered to himself.
 He wrote this down on a new notecard.
 _Apparently "hymn" means weave somehow.
 Or it used to.
@@ -42,11 +42,16 @@ I forget why._
 _Maybe she wove the tapestry for Odysseus.
 Maybe she wove it for herself.
 What did she weave it of?
-Memory, maybe?
-Or dream?
+[Memory][], maybe?
+[Or dream][]?
 I think these words make a kind of tapestry, or at least the thread it will be made of.
 I will weave a hymn to the gods of Literature, out of fiction.
 My furniture was a try at weaving, but I am shit at furniture.
 So writing it is again._
 
 He wrote _**NOTES FOR A HYMN**_ at the top of this notecard.
+
+[weave]: likingthings.html
+[Weave what]: roughgloves.html
+[Memory]: ouroboros_memory.html
+[Or dream]: in-bed.html
@@ -22,7 +22,7 @@ Inside the building, the constant sound of recirculating dry air made Larry feel
 The buzz of the fluorescent bulbs overhead sounded like the hot sun bearing down all day in this metaphor, a favorite of Larry's.
 
 His cubicle was made of that cheap, grayish-blue plywood that cubicles are made of; inside it, his computer sat on his desk as Larry liked to think an [eagle perched][] on a mountainous crag much like the crag that was his desktop wallpaper.
-The walls were unadorned except for a few tacked-up papers in report covers explaining his script.
+The walls were unadorned except for a few tacked-up papers in [report][] covers explaining his script.
 When Larry made a call to a potential customer it always went the same way:
 
 "Hi, Mr/Mrs (customer's name).
@@ -60,3 +60,4 @@ Quietly, with the same patience but with a [bigger pain][], Jane said, "My husba
 [ocean]: theoceanoverflowswithcamels.html
 [eagle perched]: mountain.html
 [bigger pain]: arspoetica.html
+[report]: reports.html
@@ -8,7 +8,7 @@ project:
     css: autocento
 ...
 
-My head is full of fire, my tongue swollen, \
+My head is [full of fire][], my tongue swollen, \
 pregnant with all the things I should've said \
 but didn't.  Last night, we met each other \
 in the dark, remember?  You told me time was
@@ -16,19 +16,27 @@ in the dark, remember?  You told me time was
 pregnant with all things.  I should've said \
 something, to draw you out from your place \
 in the dark.  Remember, you told me time was \
-only an illusion, and memory was only
+only an illusion, [and memory was][] only
 
 something to draw.  You, out from your place, \
 I out from mine, that night, I believed in you.  \
 Only illusion and memory were one, lying \
-down on your couch, through the night you drew
+[down on your couch][], through the night you drew
 
 me out from mine.  That night, I believed in you \
 when you told me you loved me.  I lay \
 down on your couch.  Through the night, you drew \
-a picture of our future together.
+a picture of our [future together][].
 
 When you told me you loved me, I lied \
-in the dark.  Remember, you told me time was \
-a picture of our future together.  \
-My head is full of fire, my tongue swollen.
+[in the dark][].  Remember, you told me time was \
+[a picture of our future][] together.  \
+My head is full of fire, [my tongue swollen][].
+
+[my tongue swollen]: plant.html
+[a picture of our future]: last-passenger.html
+[in the dark]: apollo11.html
+[future together]: 100-lines.html
+[down on your couch]: early.html
+[and memory was]: riptide_memory.html
+[full of fire]: found-typewriter-poem.html
@@ -9,14 +9,14 @@ project:
 
 Waiting for a reading to start \
 when there's nobody coming anyway \
-is like waiting for the tide \
+is like waiting [for the tide][] \
 to make some meaning of the beach.
 
 The sea doesn't know or care \
 what the beach even is, let alone \
 its cares or its troubles, its \
 little nagging under-the-skin annoyances \
-that make the beach the beach.
+[that make the beach the beach][].
 
 Sandworms, for example, or those crabs \
 with big pincers on one side \
@@ -24,12 +24,18 @@ but not the other.  Those really get \
 the beach's gander up, but the sea \
 doesn't care.  The sea
 
-only wants to caress the beach \
-with its soft arms, to tell the beach \
+only wants to [caress][] the beach \
+with its [soft arms][], to tell the beach \
 how much it's loved by the sea, \
 that complex of water, salt, and \
 the moon's gravity, the mercury \
-rising up and down slowly, like a yawn.
+rising up and down slowly, like a [yawn][].
 
 The sea only cares about itself.  \
 The beach lays there and takes it.
+
+[for the tide]: cold-wind.html
+[that make the beach the beach]: real-writer.html
+[caress]: plant.html
+[soft arms]: something-simple.html
+[yawn]: serengeti.html
@@ -11,7 +11,7 @@ I wish I'd kissed you when I had the chance.  \
 Your face hovering there, so near to mine, \
 your mouth pursed---what word was it you pronounced?
 
-When I think about you, something in my pants \
+When I think about you, [something in my pants][] \
 tightens, and my thoughts run, and I realize \
 I should've kissed you when I had the chance.
 
@@ -23,7 +23,7 @@ her hips in ways that are not feminist.  \
 But time strolls mildly on, not glancing at my \
 wish to kiss you when I had the chance,
 
-whispered like a beggar to a prince \
+whispered like a [beggar to a prince][] \
 outside his palace: time looks up to the sky, \
 purses his lips, and hears what I pronounce
 
@@ -31,3 +31,6 @@ but pays it little mind.  If he would just \
 turn back, bend down, and follow my design, \
 I would have kissed you when I had the chance, \
 as your mouth pursed and you pronounced goodbye.
+
+[something in my pants]: howithappened.html
+[beggar to a prince]: about-the-author.html
@@ -27,7 +27,7 @@ has come and gone.  What did she do
 
 in that year anyway?  IMDB \
 has, surprisingly, none, though in '05 \
-she's in four titles.  Sin City \
+she's in four titles.  _Sin City_ \
 I've never seen, although from many I've
 
 heard it's good.  But it's still irrelevant--- \
@@ -18,24 +18,29 @@ project:
       link: toilet
 ...
 
-He couldn't find a shirt to go to work in.
+He couldn't [find a shirt][] to go to work in.
 They all had stains on them somewhere.
 He pulled out a vest to put on over the stains but somehow all of them were still visible.
-Most of them were unidentifiable but one he thought could have come from that peach he ate two weeks before.
+Most of them were unidentifiable but one he thought could have come from [that peach][] he ate two weeks before.
 Another looked like toothpaste but he was paranoid it was something else.
 
 When he took the bus into work he couldn't relax.
 He was paranoid everyone was staring at his stain and kept looking out the corners of his eyes to make sure they weren't.
 They didn't seem to be but they could also be looking away just as he looked at them.
-"The Observation Paradox" he muttered to himself.
+"The [Observation][] Paradox" he muttered to himself.
 
 Jill was the only one to notice the stain at work.
 She came around to his cubicle during a break because he dared not show his stain in the break room.
 "You have a stain on your shoulder" she said "it looks like toothpaste."
-"Do I" he feigned ignorance but went red at the same time "I didn't see that there this morning."
+"Do I" he feigned ignorance but [went red][] at the same time "I didn't see that there this morning."
 "How do you get toothpaste on your shoulder?"
 "I don't know skills I guess" he said and she grinned.
 "You know vinegar will take that out" she said "although I think I like it.
 You should start a museum of shirt stains!"
 "I don't have that many shirts with stains" he said frowning.
 "Yes you do" she said.
+
+[find a shirt]: no-nothing.html
+[that peach]: http://www.bartleby.com/198/1.html
+[Observation]: problems.html
+[went red]: statements-frag.html
@@ -50,13 +50,16 @@ project:
 > writer reading his own words after
 > he has written them becomes a
 > reader and feels who he was at
-> that time, like a ghost.
+> that time, [like a ghost][].
 
 > PROBLEMS:
 
 >     Maybe the substrate isn't
 > paper it's what the writing is
-> about.  Where is the hologram?  Are
+> about.  [Where is the hologram][]?  Are
 > physics and literature comparable?
 > What if the universe isn't a
 > hologram what then?
+
+[like a ghost]: howtoread.html
+[Where is the hologram]: toilet.html
@@ -19,19 +19,25 @@ project:
 ...
 
 He dropped the penny in the dryer, turned it on, and turned around.
-"What" he called upstairs, pretending not to hear his mother's question over the noise of the dryer.
+"What" he called upstairs, pretending not to hear his mother's [question][] over the noise of the dryer.
 He had heard her ask "Could you bring up my underwear from the dryer" but didn't want to touch her underwear any more than he had to.
 "I don't want to bring up your underwear" he said to himself, and walked back upstairs as his mother was calling down again for her underwear.
 
 "Did you get them" she asked when he opened the basement door to the kitchen.
-She was sitting at the table playing dominoes.
+She was sitting at the table playing [dominoes][].
 "Get what" he asked.
 She peered at him and said "my underwear."
 
 "Oh I didn't see them" he answered.
-He reflexively opened the refrigerator, reflexively bent down, reflexively tried to feign non-disappointment (appointment? he thought) at seeing the same disappointing empty pickle jar, old head of lettuce, crusty mayonnaise he'd seen already on the way down to switch his laundry over.
-"Paul" she said in that way that means Look at me.
-Paul looked at her.
+He reflexively opened the refrigerator, reflexively bent down, reflexively tried to feign non-disappointment (appointment? he thought) at seeing the same disappointing empty pickle jar, old head of lettuce, [crusty mayonnaise][] he'd seen already on the way down to switch his laundry over.
+"Paul" she said in that way that means [Look at me][].
+Paul [looked at her][].
 
 "You had to get them out of the dryer to put your clothes in.
 Where did you put them?"
+
+[question]: exasperated.html
+[dominoes]: phone.html
+[crusty mayonnaise]: riptide_memory.html
+[looked at her]: angeltoabraham.html
+[Look at me]: found-typewriter-poem.html
@@ -25,7 +25,7 @@ He didn't want to face them.
 His papers, he decided, could wait in the top drawer for a while before being looked at again.
 The pain medication made him loopy.
 He couldn't think as well as he was used to, which wasn't well to begin with.
-Even saying his thoughts out loud, it was as though they were on the TV in the next room.
+Even saying his thoughts out loud, it was as though they were on the [TV in the next room][].
 Someone was cheering.
 They had just won a car.
 
@@ -33,10 +33,14 @@ His mother came in with lunch on a tray.
 It was hot tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich.
 "What have you been doing all day" she asked "you haven't just been staring at the wall have you?"
 He had been staring at the wall most of the day.
-The wall without the window on it, with the woodgrain wallpaper.
+[The wall without the window on it, with the woodgrain wallpaper.][]
 "No" he said.
 "What have you been doing then" she asked setting the tray down on his lap.
 He sat up and almost upset it, but she caught it before it spilled anything.
 "Composing in my head" he lied.  "A novel of my experience."
 
-"Do you really think anyone will want to read about you" she asked and walked out of the room.
+"[Do you really think anyone will want to read about you][do you]" she asked and walked out of the room.
+
+[TV in the next room]: statements-frag.html
+[The wall without the window on it, with the woodgrain wallpaper.]: in-bed.html
+[do you]: http://www.confederacyofdunces.com/
@@ -12,18 +12,23 @@ it has some baked-in crust from when you \
 cooked chicken last night.  Washing it \
 allows me to think about this poem's title \
 and the first few lines.  Now that I've \
-written them down, I've forgotten the rest.
+written them down, I've [forgotten the rest][].
 
-While sraping at something with my finger- \
+While scraping at something with my finger- \
 nail, I catch myself wondering again whether \
 you'll thank me for washing your dishes.  \
 I realize that this would defeat the point \
 of my gesture, that this has destroyed \
 all good thoughts I've had about saying
 
-"I'm sorry."  This, this is the reason why \
+"I'm sorry."  This, [this is the reason][] why \
 I am always apologizing: because I never \
-mean it, because there is always, in some \
-attic, a thought roaming that says, insists: \
+mean it, because there is always, in [some \
+attic][attic], a thought roaming that says, insists: \
+
 "I've done nothing wrong, and I deserve \
 all I can take, and more than that."
+
+[this is the reason]: http://plagiarist.com/poetry/1703/
+[forgotten the rest]: elegyforanalternateself.html
+[attic]: real-writer.html
@@ -18,12 +18,12 @@ project:
       link: wallpaper
 ...
 
-_**HYMN 386: JOKES**_
+_**[HYMN 386: JOKES][]**_
 
-_"Tell us a joke" everyone asks of the clown.
+_"[Tell us a joke][]" everyone asks of the clown.
 He sits on a log and begins to think.
 Everyone waits gap-mouthed in anticipation.
-A slight breeze ruffles the clown's coat, his pompom buttons, his bright red hair.
+A slight breeze ruffles the clown's coat, his pompom buttons, [his bright red hair][].
 His nose becomes redder in the cold.
 Hours pass.
 All but the most dedicated of joke listeners leave him to rot ~~for all they may care~~._
@@ -36,7 +36,7 @@ She puts a hand on his shoulder.
 He looks up at her, red face, red nose, white lips, and says ~~"Thank you."~~
 He vanishes from the clearing.
 The last joke listener sits on the log and looks up at the sky.
-The moon is full.
+[The moon is full.][]
 The world creaks on its axis._
 
 Paul looked up to the space on the wall where a window should be.
@@ -44,7 +44,13 @@ The shadow of his face wavered in the candle light.
 He looked back down at the card he'd been writing on.
 He read the card.
 He crossed out the _for all they may care_ in the first paragraph, and _"Thank you"_ from the second one.
-"What could he say" he thought to himself.
+"[What could he say][]" he thought to himself.
 "What could he possibly say to her."
 He went outside to clear his head with a cigarette.
 He took his axe with him this time.
+
+[Tell us a joke]: joke.html
+[HYMN 386: JOKES]: hymnal.html
+[his bright red hair]: ronaldmcdonald.html
+[The moon is full.]: moon-drowning.html
+[What could he say]: elegyforanalternateself.html
@@ -18,24 +18,29 @@ project:
       link: moon-drowning
 ...
 
-The radio is screaming the man \
+[The radio is screaming the man][] \
 on the radio will not be quiet he is \
 pushed far into the background \
 while some NPR talkers murmur over \
 his screaming he lost something \
-very important. He says it over \
+very important.  He says it over \
 and over but they do not listen \
 they think of their children at home \
-lying in bed dreaming sweet \
+lying [in bed][] dreaming sweet \
 childhood one of them is staying over \
 at a friend's house they are staying \
 up late they never want it to be over \
-not like the man. His life on the radio \
+not like the man.  His life on the radio \
 will be the only one he ever has \
 his life it is wasted he's being spoken over \
-such pain is in his voice. I wish you \
-could hear it. It's something never over. \
+such pain is in his voice.  I wish you \
+could hear it.  [It's something never over][].  \
 Suffering everywhere always and over it \
 the same serene murmur of the comfortable \
 distracted or worse looking over \
-the shoulder and quietly looking away.
+the [shoulder][] and quietly looking away.
+
+[The radio is screaming the man]: moon-drowning.html
+[in bed]: in-bed.html
+[It's something never over]: nothing-is-ever-over.html
+[shoulder]: last-passenger.html
@@ -19,9 +19,9 @@ project:
 ...
 
 He sat down at his writing desk and removed his new pen from its plastic wrapping.
-He remembered how to fill it from _The View from Saturday_, which he'd read as a kid.
+He remembered how to fill it from _[The View from Saturday][]_, which he'd read as a kid.
 It had been one of his favorite books.
-He remembered the heart puzzle they completed, the origin of the word "posh," and most of all his fourth-grade teacher [Ms. (Mrs? He could never remember)][ms] Samovar.
+He remembered the [heart][] puzzle they completed, the origin of the word "posh," and most of all his fourth-grade teacher [Ms. (Mrs? He could never remember)][ms] Samovar.
 He smiled as he opened the lid on the ink well he'd just bought.
 
 He dipped his pen in the inkwell, screwed the converter piston up, and watched as nothing entered the chamber.
@@ -30,6 +30,9 @@ He watched as again nothing filled the capsule.
 He screwed it down a third time.
 His thumb knocked the inkwell over somehow by accident.
 
-As he swore, stood up and away from the table, and went into the house proper for paper towels, he resolved to buy a typewriter.
+As he [swore][], stood up and away from the table, and went into the house proper for paper towels, he resolved to buy a typewriter.
 
 [ms]: telemarketer.html
+[The View from Saturday]: http://www.elkonigsburg.com/
+[swore]: swear.html
+[heart]: swansong-alt.html
@@ -29,12 +29,15 @@ He stayed in the kitchen not wanting to get blood on the carpet.
 She turned around cigarette dangling from her open mouth said "Oh god what happened."
 
 She drove him to the hospital in the car.
-The radio stayed off the entire way.
+[The radio stayed off the entire way.][]
 Paul wanted to turn it on but ~~he didn't want~~ the desire not to annoy his mother was stronger.
 They drove in silence.
 
 At the hospital after the X-rays and stitching and pain medication prescription the doctor said "You got lucky, son.
-If that axe had hit a half-inch lower you'd have lost your hand.
+If that axe had hit a half-inch lower you'd [have lost your hand][].
 You won't get full mobility back because we had to tie the tendons, but with therapy you should be able to work it pretty well."
 
 On the drive back home all he could think was that he was glad he didn't hit his writing hand.
+
+[The radio stayed off the entire way.]: worse-looking-over.html
+[have lost your hand]: roughgloves.html
@@ -17,7 +17,7 @@ project:
 ...
 
 He would enter data at work for fifty minutes and then go on break.
-He would walk down the hallway to the breakroom, which had a white refrigerator, a black microwave on a brown plyboard cart stocked with powdered creamer, sugar, and swizzle sticks, a dark red coffee maker, and yellow paint on the wall.
+He would walk down the hallway to the breakroom, which had a white [refrigerator][], a black microwave on a brown plyboard cart stocked with powdered creamer, sugar, and swizzle sticks, a dark red coffee maker, and yellow paint on the wall.
 He'd remember that somewhere he'd read an article about yellow walls being calming.
 "They use yellow in asylums" he'd say to himself.
 
@@ -37,3 +37,5 @@ Once he asked her why she checked.
 "Once it was stolen out of the fridge and returned empty before I had a chance to eat my lunch" she said.
 "So you make sure it won't happen again."
 "No I'm waiting for the day that it does."
+
+[refrigerator]: feedingtheraven.html