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
---
 deathstrumpet.txt | 58 -------------------------------------------------------
 1 file changed, 58 deletions(-)
 delete mode 100644 deathstrumpet.txt

(limited to 'deathstrumpet.txt')

diff --git a/deathstrumpet.txt b/deathstrumpet.txt
deleted file mode 100644
index 8e53d15..0000000
--- a/deathstrumpet.txt
+++ /dev/null
@@ -1,58 +0,0 @@
----
-title: "Death's trumpet"
-genre: verse
-
-id: deathstrumpet
-toc: "Death's trumpet"
-
-project:
-    title: Elegies for alternate selves
-    class: elegies
-    order: 28
-    prev:
-      title: 'To Daniel: an elaboration'
-      link: todaniel
-
-epigraph:
-    content: |
-        So Death plays his little fucking trumpet.
-        So what, says the boy.
-    attrib: Larry Levis
-    link: "http://michaelduke.org/2014/07/20/larry-levis-boy-in-video-arcade/"
-...
-
-| He didn't have any polish so he spit-shined the whole thing
-| until it gleamed like a [tomato on the vine][] that was begging
-| to be picked and thrown on some caprese.  Death loved caprese.
-
-| He stood up to put the horn to his lips, trying to imagine
-| it was a woman he loved.  He blushed as he realized how bad
-| [the metaphor was][].  He practiced anyway for six hours a day
-| in front of the mirror---what else to do with all the time?
-
-| Death looked at [himself in the mirror][] as he played, the trumpet
-| suspended in midair.  _Damn vampire rules_, he thought.
-| He was always worried he might have [missed a spot][] while shaving
-| but he'd never know unless a stranger---he had no friends---
-| was kind enough.  Not that he goes out anyway or meets people.
-
-| He started waking up late, staying in bed later.
-| He started thinking he was depressed.  He never did eat
-| that caprese, and it started getting soggy, green spots
-| spreading on the mozzarella like bedsores.  The sun
-| filtered through the [kitchen blinds like smoke][]. He had
-| to get out of the house.  He decided to go to the arcade.
-
-| When he got there, it was empty except for a boy
-| [with dead eyes][].  So far so good, Death thought.
-| He was playing a first-person shooter, something violent.
-| Death walked past him and watched out of the corner
-| of his eye.  The kid was good.  Death decided
-| to congratulate him.  He had his trumpet in his hand.
-
-[himself in the mirror]: moongone.html
-[with dead eyes]: big-dipper.html
-[tomato on the vine]: wallpaper.html
-[the metaphor was]: leaf.html
-[missed a spot]: january.html
-[kitchen blinds like smoke]: what-we-are-made-of.html
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