From cbd5199529209059be3bde0d6572a1ba192b84d3 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001
From: Case Duckworth
Date: Wed, 28 Jan 2015 22:22:15 -0700
Subject: Add Elegies; template; pandoc compile script

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+title: 'Feeding the raven'
+project: 'Elegies for Alternate Selves'
+...
+
+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.
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