From 643d9ceb308c206a6e572c7c555168ff0ca60bc1 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Case Duckworth Date: Fri, 27 Mar 2015 15:40:42 -0700 Subject: Fix #5: Verse typesetting Thanks to the pandoc-discussion thread at , line breaks in verse have been converted to s, which enables the CSS to style them with hanging indents, given a too-small viewport. This commit also includes a makefile edit to reflect this change, and the Haskell source and executable of the pandoc filter. --- death-zone.html | 14 +++++++------- 1 file changed, 7 insertions(+), 7 deletions(-) (limited to 'death-zone.html') diff --git a/death-zone.html b/death-zone.html index cab9687..a6c05ce 100644 --- a/death-zone.html +++ b/death-zone.html @@ -50,13 +50,13 @@
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When I think of death I think
of Peter Falk in The Princess Bride patting
his pockets as he leaves the room

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Life is a series of doors or so
they say but I ask them this
where does that last door lead?

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For Falk maybe it leads backstage
a black-walled catered affair with stage
lights slowly baking stale muffins

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Sweaty cheese leaking onto dried-out
grapes a chocolate fountain clogged
by some errant strawberry crown

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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

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the door of the earth’s womb opening
finally to accept us and with us the dirt
not to grow more strawberries for Falk

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but to pad his feet as he walks overhead
to visit someone he certainly cares about
but whose name is lost to posterity.

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When I think of death I thinkof Peter Falk in The Princess Bride pattinghis pockets as he leaves the room

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Life is a series of doors or sothey say but I ask them thiswhere does that last door lead?

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For Falk maybe it leads backstagea black-walled catered affair with stagelights slowly baking stale muffins

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Sweaty cheese leaking onto dried-outgrapes a chocolate fountain cloggedby some errant strawberry crown

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but this is not where it leads for you orfor me that door opens onto darkness markedonly by a trellis or the lid of a casket

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the door of the earth’s womb openingfinally to accept us and with us the dirtnot to grow more strawberries for Falk

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but to pad his feet as he walks overheadto visit someone he certainly cares aboutbut whose name is lost to posterity.