From e0b1c2737397839ff5ba8c129d31baf6f97805fe Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001
From: Case Duckworth
Date: Sat, 31 Jan 2015 13:10:17 -0700
Subject: Finish linking Elegy, Hezekiah; Rename files

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-title: 'Feeding the raven'
-project: 'Elegies for Alternate Selves'
-project-order: 16
-genre: 'prose'
-...
-
-You never can tell just when Charlie Sheen will enter your life.  For me,
-it was last Thursday.  I was reading some translation of a Japanese
-translation of "The Raven" in which the Poe and the raven become
-friends.  At one point the raven gets very sick and Poe feeds him at his
-bedside and nurses him back to health.  The story was very heartwarming
-and sad at the same time and my tears were welling up when suddenly I
-heard a knock on my door.
-
-I shuffled over, sniffling but managing to keep my cheeks dry to open
-it.  Of course Charlie was beaming on the other side, with a bag of
-flowers and a grin like a [dog][]'s.  He bounded in the room without saying
-hello and threw the flowers in the sink, opened the refrigerator and
-started poking around.  I said "It's nice to see you too" and went to my
-room to get a camera, as well as a notebook for him to sign.
-
-When I came back he was on the floor, hunched and groaning.  I looked on
-the table to see a month-old half-gallon of milk---now cottage
-cheese---half-empty and dripping.  The remnants were on his mouth, and at
-once I saw my chance to become Poe in this [translation of a translation][]
-of a translation.  I knelt next to Charlie, cradled his head in my lap.
-He looked up at me with a stare full of terror.  I returned it levelly,
-making cooing noises at him until he calmed down.
-
-When he was calm he excused himself to be sick on my toilet.  He wouldn't
-let me follow but said he would sign whatever I liked when he got back.
-After half an hour passed and all I'd had for company was the ticking of
-the [clock][], I went to the bathroom door.  I knocked carefully---once, then
-twice---to no beaming face, no flowers.  I opened the door.  There was shit
-on the floor and the window was open.  There was a breeze blowing.
-
-[dog]: purpose-dogs.html
-[translation of a translation]: todaniel.html
-[clock]: boar.html
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