From ecda49e0b20ad3bd52449356dccf2f8095ecfb70 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001
From: Case Duckworth
Date: Wed, 25 Mar 2015 21:49:45 -0700
Subject: Flatten directory structure

All content files (*.txt, *.html, *.river) are now in /.
I did this to simplify the compilation step, and to make
linking easier.  I'm still thinking about whether I should
move the contents of js/, img/, and lua/ into /, or into
an 'assets' folder of some sort.  We'll see.
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 apollo11.txt | 50 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
 1 file changed, 50 insertions(+)
 create mode 100644 apollo11.txt

(limited to 'apollo11.txt')

diff --git a/apollo11.txt b/apollo11.txt
new file mode 100644
index 0000000..e04c0cb
--- /dev/null
+++ b/apollo11.txt
@@ -0,0 +1,50 @@
+---
+title: On seeing the panorama of the Apollo 11 landing site
+id: apollo11
+genre: verse
+
+ekphrastic:
+    image: "img/panorama-apollo11.jpg"
+    title: "Big deal."
+    link: "http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap141220.html"
+
+project:
+    title: Elegies for alternate selves
+    class: elegies
+    order: 5
+    next:
+    - title: Ars poetica
+      link: arspoetica
+    prev:
+    - title: And
+      link: and
+...
+
+So it's the [fucking moon][].  Big deal.  As if \
+you haven't seen it before, hanging in the sky \
+like a piece of [rotten meat][] nailed to the wall,
+
+a maudlin love letter (the i's dotted with [hearts][]) \
+tacked to the sky's door like ninety-eight theses.  \
+Don't stare at it like it means anything.
+
+Don't give it the chance to collect meaning \
+from your hand like an old pigeon.  Don't dare ascribe \
+it a will, or call it fickle, or think it has any say
+
+in your affairs.  It's separated from your life \
+by three hundred eighty-four thousand miles of space, \
+the same distance you stepped away from time that night
+
+you said your love was broken, a crippled gyroscope \
+knocking in the dark.  It was then that time fell apart, \
+had a nervous breakdown and started following you
+
+everywhere, moonfaced, always asking where you're going.  \
+You keep trying to get away from it but it nuzzles closer \
+and sings you songs that sound like the cooing of a dove \
+that will only escape again into an empty sky at dawn.
+
+[fucking moon]: deathstrumpet.html
+[rotten meat]: roughgloves.html
+[hearts]: proverbs.html
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