From 9ca54d45a188416ef22703e1cbfc7ced57bb963d Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Case Duckworth Date: Tue, 10 Mar 2015 23:08:35 -0700 Subject: Fix mixed-genre issues; compile --- compile.lua | 6 +++++- epigraph.html | 2 +- in-bed.html | 36 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++--------- lappel-du-vide.html | 14 +++++++++----- river/epigraph.river | 2 -- river/something-simple.river | 5 ----- something-simple.html | 12 ++++-------- src/epigraph.txt | 1 - src/lappel-du-vide.txt | 4 ++-- src/something-simple.txt | 2 +- src/statements-frag.txt | 6 +++--- statements-frag.html | 12 +++++++++--- 12 files changed, 61 insertions(+), 41 deletions(-) diff --git a/compile.lua b/compile.lua index f70cfbc..765f348 100644 --- a/compile.lua +++ b/compile.lua @@ -84,7 +84,11 @@ end if intable(args, '-html') then print("Compiling HTML ... ") - compile(files, "html5", "html", ".template.html", { "smart", "mathml" }) + compile(files, "html5", "html", ".template.html", { + "smart", + "mathml", + "section-divs", + }) -- move(tabsub(files,'^.*/(.*)%.txt','%1.html'), ".") end if intable(args, '-river') then diff --git a/epigraph.html b/epigraph.html index dd31541..ba7daaa 100644 --- a/epigraph.html +++ b/epigraph.html @@ -28,7 +28,7 @@

epigraph

-

An epigraph

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diff --git a/in-bed.html b/in-bed.html index 7fd160e..4d4d527 100644 --- a/in-bed.html +++ b/in-bed.html @@ -34,42 +34,60 @@
-

I

+
+

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

+
+
+

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

+
+
+

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

+
+
+

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.

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V

+
+
+

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

+
+
+

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.

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VII

+
+
+

VII

You run through me
like 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

+
+
+

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

+
+
+

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.

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diff --git a/lappel-du-vide.html b/lappel-du-vide.html index 8899284..bd3c140 100644 --- a/lappel-du-vide.html +++ b/lappel-du-vide.html @@ -13,8 +13,8 @@ - - + + - Let’s start with something simple | Autocento of the breakfast table + | Autocento of the breakfast table - - - - - @@ -27,13 +23,13 @@
-

Let’s start with something simple

+
-
+

in mammals the ratio between bladder size
and urethra is such that it takes
all of them the same time to piss. Take
for example the fact that Fibonnacci
numbers show up everywhere. How can you
look at this at all of this all of
these facts and tell me to my face there
is no God? And yet there isn’t
you murmer quietly into my ear over
and over like a low tide sounding
its lonely waves on an abandoned beach.
The ocean that birthed us holds us
still. We are tied, you and I, together
in her arms. The moon, caring father,
looks down from a dispassionate sky.

diff --git a/src/epigraph.txt b/src/epigraph.txt index d99d474..42424a5 100644 --- a/src/epigraph.txt +++ b/src/epigraph.txt @@ -1,6 +1,5 @@ --- title: epigraph -subtitle: An epigraph genre: prose project: diff --git a/src/lappel-du-vide.txt b/src/lappel-du-vide.txt index 249b21e..7630b4c 100644 --- a/src/lappel-du-vide.txt +++ b/src/lappel-du-vide.txt @@ -1,6 +1,6 @@ --- title: L'appel du vide -genre: verse +genre: prose epigraph: content: You can never go home again. @@ -43,7 +43,7 @@ The problem was that the best wasn't good enough. [accounting firm]: telemarketer.html -II. L'appel du vide +II. L'appel du vide {.verse} ------------------- And I'll get in my car and drive \ diff --git a/src/something-simple.txt b/src/something-simple.txt index 0065c34..6a12b2a 100644 --- a/src/something-simple.txt +++ b/src/something-simple.txt @@ -1,5 +1,5 @@ --- -title: Let's start with something simple +title: 'Let's start with something simple:' genre: verse project: diff --git a/src/statements-frag.txt b/src/statements-frag.txt index 1969387..6385234 100644 --- a/src/statements-frag.txt +++ b/src/statements-frag.txt @@ -8,7 +8,7 @@ project: css: autocento ... -I. Eli {#i.-eli .unnumbered} +I. Eli {#eli} ------ "Can one truly describe an emotion?" Eli asked me over the walkie-talkie. @@ -43,7 +43,7 @@ So I walked around the coffee table as he sat down, not looking at me anymore, a The blanket I had been sitting in was crumpled next to him like a dead bird. I opened my mouth but thought better of talking, and closed the door behind me slowly. -II. Dimorphic {#ii.-dimorphic .unnumbered} +II. Dimorphic {#dimorphic .verse} ------------- [Oranges][]. Poison. A compromise \ @@ -57,7 +57,7 @@ has a seething mass of eels \ for a brain, mating in the water so forcefully \ that it could [drown you under the moon][]. -III. Declaration of Poetry {#iii.-declaration-of-poetry .unnumbered} +III. Declaration of Poetry {#declaration-of-poetry} -------------------------- You have to go one line at a time, and you have to start on the first or second line. diff --git a/statements-frag.html b/statements-frag.html index 6c5073c..70b314e 100644 --- a/statements-frag.html +++ b/statements-frag.html @@ -34,7 +34,8 @@
-

I. Eli

+
+

I. Eli

“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.” 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.

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. He was staring at my right shoulder as he said, “Go home now.”

@@ -43,11 +44,16 @@

“Look, Eli, I’m sorry—”

“It doesn’t have anything to do with you, I swear. 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. The blanket I had been sitting in was crumpled next to him like a dead bird. I opened my mouth but thought better of talking, and closed the door behind me slowly.

-

II. Dimorphic

+
+
+

II. Dimorphic

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
has a seething mass of eels
for a brain, mating in the water so forcefully
that it could drown you under the moon.

-

III. Declaration of Poetry

+
+
+

III. Declaration of Poetry

You have to go one line at a time, and you have to start on the first or second line.

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