From 2764ce38ff89667fc4073fb66cdd634caaffd613 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Case Duckworth Date: Thu, 12 Mar 2015 13:01:16 -0700 Subject: Fix #9 - ekphrastisize some poems For ekphrastic articles, add `ekphrastic` node to YAML metadata. This node includes subnodes `image`, `title`, `alt`, `link`, and `class`. `image` provides a link to the local image--just include the file name with the extension, not the folder (all images should be in /img/.) `title` provides the title of the image, and the alt-text, if there is no `alt` node. `alt`, if it exists, provides the alt text for the image. `link`, if present, wraps the image in an `` tag--it should point to the source web page of the ekphrastic image. `class`, if present, sets the class(es) for the image, for styling. In this commit, I've set `ekphrastic` on the four articles that have them so far: 'The Death Zone,' 'AMBER alert,' 'The moon is gone,' and 'Man.' I've also updated .template.html with the changes, and updated README.md to reflect the changes in YAML structure. --- exasperated.html | 17 ++++++++--------- 1 file changed, 8 insertions(+), 9 deletions(-) (limited to 'exasperated.html') diff --git a/exasperated.html b/exasperated.html index 6c16413..d044158 100644 --- a/exasperated.html +++ b/exasperated.html @@ -37,15 +37,14 @@ -
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I didn’t write this sestina yesterday.
It’s the first time I fell behind in my task
and hopefully, the only time it will.
This means that today I must write two
sestinas. If I don’t write them today, I
will have to write two later down the line.

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Although I feel I’m slogging through each line
I think I’m doing better every day,
though maybe this is wishful thinking: I
showed my friend my just-completed task
two days ago (my God, was it two
entire days? I’ve no idea what I’ll

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do after thirty-nine days. I think I’ll
feel like Inigo Montoya, who’d been in the line
of revenging for so long, he didn’t know what to
do with the rest of his life), and he deigned
to be polite, but I could tell the task
was hard for him. He told me finally that I

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had made a noble effort, but that ultimately I
failed. So my question: when will
I be a decent sestina writer? For this is my task.
Maybe if I just keep cranking out line after line
I’ll finally figure it out. Maybe one more day
or another week will do it, or maybe I’ll need two,

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or maybe it’ll never happen. Maybe a sestina’s too
involved, too much weaving of words too fine, and I
will never write a good one, even on my best day,
even if I employ all my skill and all my will.
I’m not used to writing poems with thirty-nine lines,
that must be the problem, must be why this task

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is Herculean. He only had to finish twelve tasks,
and I have one less one thousand, five hundred twenty-two,
and it’s nothing but complaining lines
about how hard it is to be a person. I
am getting sick of myself with these poems, and will
soon be loathe to get out of bed every day.

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But I tasked myself with this, which may be the worst I
ever do to myself. I thought a poem NaNoWriMo would
be fun, would line my resume, give me something I could publish someday.

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I didn’t write this sestina yesterday.
It’s the first time I fell behind in my task
and hopefully, the only time it will.
This means that today I must write two
sestinas. If I don’t write them today, I
will have to write two later down the line.

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Although I feel I’m slogging through each line
I think I’m doing better every day,
though maybe this is wishful thinking: I
showed my friend my just-completed task
two days ago (my God, was it two
entire days? I’ve no idea what I’ll

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do after thirty-nine days. I think I’ll
feel like Inigo Montoya, who’d been in the line
of revenging for so long, he didn’t know what to
do with the rest of his life), and he deigned
to be polite, but I could tell the task
was hard for him. He told me finally that I

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had made a noble effort, but that ultimately I
failed. So my question: when will
I be a decent sestina writer? For this is my task.
Maybe if I just keep cranking out line after line
I’ll finally figure it out. Maybe one more day
or another week will do it, or maybe I’ll need two,

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or maybe it’ll never happen. Maybe a sestina’s too
involved, too much weaving of words too fine, and I
will never write a good one, even on my best day,
even if I employ all my skill and all my will.
I’m not used to writing poems with thirty-nine lines,
that must be the problem, must be why this task

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is Herculean. He only had to finish twelve tasks,
and I have one less one thousand, five hundred twenty-two,
and it’s nothing but complaining lines
about how hard it is to be a person. I
am getting sick of myself with these poems, and will
soon be loathe to get out of bed every day.

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But I tasked myself with this, which may be the worst I
ever do to myself. I thought a poem NaNoWriMo would
be fun, would line my resume, give me something I could publish someday.