From 9fce418b46c9f0894f429384ef9e3dabaeffbeb4 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001
From: Case Duckworth
Date: Tue, 14 Apr 2015 16:36:17 -0700
Subject: Change file hierarchy and rewrite makefile

- File hierarchy is now as follows:
    - /
        - appendix/  < appendix source files
        - backlinks/ < backlink sources & builds
        - hapax/     < *.hapax source files
        - scripts/   < scripts, like *.js, *.hs, etc.
        - templates/ < templates for outputs
        - text/      < source files
        - trunk/     < assets, like css, images, heads, etc.
        - index.html
        - *.html
        - Makefile
---
 death-zone.txt | 64 ----------------------------------------------------------
 1 file changed, 64 deletions(-)
 delete mode 100644 death-zone.txt

(limited to 'death-zone.txt')

diff --git a/death-zone.txt b/death-zone.txt
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index 8087130..0000000
--- a/death-zone.txt
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----
-title: The Death Zone
-genre: verse
-
-id: death-zone
-toc: "The death zone"
-
-epigraph:
-    content: And my life became death.
-    attrib: Philip Gould
-    link: http://www.npr.org/blogs/13.7/2013/11/19/245996903/embracing-life-and-death
-
-ekphrastic:
-    image: gould.png
-    title: Philip Gould
-    link: 'http://www.npr.org/blogs/13.7/2013/11/19/245996903/embracing-life-and-death'
-
-project:
-    title: Stark Raving
-    class: stark
-    order: 7
-    next:
-    - title: The Big Dipper
-      link: big-dipper
-    - title: Exasperated
-      link: exasperated
-    prev:
-    - title: Exasperated
-      link: exasperated
-    - title: AMBER alert
-      link: amber-alert
-...
-
-| When I think of death I think
-| of Peter Falk in _The Princess Bride_ patting
-| [his pockets][] as he leaves the room
-
-| Life is a series of doors or so
-| they say but I ask them this
-| where does that last door lead?
-
-| For Falk maybe it leads backstage
-| a black-walled catered affair with stage
-| lights slowly baking stale muffins
-
-| [Sweaty cheese][] leaking onto dried-out
-| grapes a chocolate fountain clogged
-| by some errant strawberry crown
-
-| 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
-
-| the door of the [earth's womb][] opening
-| finally to accept us and with us the dirt
-| not to grow more strawberries for Falk
-
-| but to pad his feet as he walks overhead
-| to visit someone he certainly cares about
-| but whose name is lost to posterity.
-
-[his pockets]: creation-myth.html
-[Sweaty cheese]: i-wanted-to-tell-you-something.html
-[earth's womb]: about-the-author.html
-- 
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