From 973ff0813f67af319868ba465e6817dc4cbc730b Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Case Duckworth Date: Fri, 3 Apr 2015 13:53:31 -0700 Subject: Add backlinks to backlinks --- first-lines.txt | 152 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 1 file changed, 152 insertions(+) create mode 100644 first-lines.txt (limited to 'first-lines.txt') diff --git a/first-lines.txt b/first-lines.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c24b9a7 --- /dev/null +++ b/first-lines.txt @@ -0,0 +1,152 @@ +--- +title: Autocento of the breakfast table +id: first-lines +subtitle: index of first lines +genre: prose + +project: + title: About Autocento + class: meta + next: + - title: About _Autocento_ + link: about + prev: + - title: Index of common titles + link: common-titles +... + +[Whenever you call me friend](100-lines.html) +[He was born on a few separate occasions _green traffic lights at night_](about-the-author.html) +[_Autocento of the breakfast table_ is a hypertextual exploration of the workings of revision across time.](about.html) +[Case Duckworth is the cowardly but lovable Great Dane who solves mysteries on TV.](about_author.html) +[_Autocento of the breakfast table_ is my Master's thesis, an inter/hypertextual exploration of the workings of inspiration, revision, and obsession.](abstract.html) +[Lost things have a way of staying lost.](amber-alert.html) +[And you were there at the start of it all](and.html) +[Abraham, Abraham, you are old and cannot hear:](angeltoabraham.html) +[So it's the fucking moon. Big deal. As if](apollo11.html) +[What is poetry?](arspoetica.html) +[Paul was writing in his diary about art.](art.html) +[Paul took his axe and went out into the woods to chop trees.](axe.html) +[After searching for days or even months](big-dipper.html) +[Now the ticking clocks scare me.](boar.html) +[When he said Bible I heard his southern accent](boy_bus.html) +[_ART and CRAFT are only the inside and outside of the same building.](building.html) +[Like _40_ as I challenge anyone to come too!](call-me-aural-pleasure.html) +[He woke up after eleven and didn't go outside all day, not even to his Writing Shack.](cereal.html) +[Man of autumn, cold wind,](cold-wind.html) +[`tr` has been a part of the Unix toolset since the late 70s.](collage-instrument.html) +[So two hyperintelligent pandimensional beings](creation-myth.html) +[A dead man finds his way into our hearts](deadman.html) +[When I think of death I think](death-zone.html) +[He didn't have any polish so he spit-shined the whole thing,](deathstrumpet.html) +[I turned off the TV as soon as the end credits began.](dollywood.html) +[It had gotten cold.](dream.html) +[_YOU CANNOT DISCOVER ART ART MUST BE CREATED_ he sat on the couch at home while his mother watched TV and smoked.](early.html) +[Say there are no words. Say that we are conjoined](elegyforanalternateself.html) +[I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story.](epigraph.html) +[Bottom of the drink: they had](ex-machina.html) +[I didn't write this sestina yesterday.](exasperated.html) +["Is man the natural thing that makes unnatural things" he thought to himself as he looked out the kitchen window at the shed.](father.html) +[You never can tell just when Charlie Sheen will enter your life.](feedingtheraven.html) +[Tonight, as I look up, the stars](finding-the-lion.html) +[His mother ran out of the house in her nightgown.](fire.html) +[Look, I say---look here---](found-typewriter-poem.html) +[He looked down at his hands idly while he was typing.](hands.html) +[You think building Hoggle's a hard game?](hard-game.html) +[His mother drove him to the Hardware Store on a Tuesday.](hardware.html) +[I was away on vacation when I heard---](howithappened.html) +[This book is an exploration of life, of all possible lives that could be lived.](howtoread.html) +[_It's all jokes_ Paul wrote in what he was now calling his Hymnal.](hymnal.html) +[I am a great pillar of white smoke.](i-am.html) +[I thought I saw you walking](i-think-its-you.html) +[I want to say I take it all back](i-want-to-say.html) +[I wanted to tell you something in order to](i-wanted-to-tell-you-something.html) +[I hear the rats run](in-bed.html) +[There is a theory which states the Universe](initial-conditions.html) +[January.](january.html) +[He wrote _**JOKES**_ on the top of a page in his notebook.](joke.html) +[Walter rides the bus into work on Wednesday morning when he realizes, with the force and surprise of a rogue current, that he is in the home-for-death phase of life.](lappel-du-vide.html) +[What secrets does it hold?](largest-asteroid.html) +[Dimly remembered celebrity chefs shuffle](last-bastion.html) +[Memory works strangely, spooling its thread](last-passenger.html) +[He shrugged the wood off his shoulder, letting it fall with a clog onto the earth floor of his Writing Shack.](leaf.html) +[His first chair was a stool.](leg.html) +[The definition of happiness is *doing stuff that you really like*.](likingthings.html) +[If you swallow hard enough](listen.html) +[God is love, they say, but there is](love-as-god.html) +[Walking along in the dark is a good way to begin a song.](lovesong.html) +[_THIS MAN REFUSED TO OPEN HIS EYES_](man.html) +[What is a poem?](manifesto_poetics.html) +[The moon is drowning the stars it pushes them](moon-drowning.html) +[The moon is gone and in its place a mirror.](moongone.html) +[The other side of this mountain](mountain.html) +[A dog moving sideways is sick; a man moving sideways is drunk.](movingsideways.html) +[Silence lies underneath us all in the same way](music-433.html) +[While swimming in the river](no-nothing.html) +[Paul began typing on notecards.](notes.html) +[Nothing is ever over; nothing](nothing-is-ever-over.html) +[How does one describe a poem?](on-genre-dimension.html) +[I think that I could write formal poems](onformalpoetry.html) +[What did he do when he was in the woods?](options.html) +[He said at the beginning, "It's like rolling yarn into a too-small ball.](ouroboros_memory.html) +[CONTENTS OF THE SHED](paul.html) +["My anger is like a peach," he said.](peaches.html) +[Importance is important.](philosophy.html) +["Hello Paul this is Jill Jill Noe remember me" the voice on the phone was a woman's.](phone.html) +[EVERYTHING CHANGES OR EVERYTHING](planks.html) +[I need a plant. I need a thing](plant.html) +[I'm writing this now because I have to.](poetry-time.html) +[Of course, there is a God.](prelude.html) +[The problem with people is this: we cannot be happy.](problems.html) +[_Autocento of the breakfast table_ is an inter/hypertextual exploration of the workings of inspiration, revision, and obsession.](process.html) +[Nothing matters; everything is sacred.](proverbs.html) +[When he finally got back to work he was surprised they threw him a party.](punch.html) +[Okay, so as we said in the Prelude, there either is or isn't a God.](purpose-dogs.html) +["Do you have to say your thoughts out loud for them to mean anything" Paul asked Jill on his first coffee break at work.](question.html) +[Sometimes I feel as though I am not a real writer.](real-writer.html) +["Paul, you can't turn in your reports on four-by-six notecards" Jill told him after he handed her his reports, typed carefully on twelve four-by-six notecards.](reports.html) +[Inside of my memory, the poem is another memory.](riptide_memory.html) +[When Ronald McDonald takes off his striped shirt,](ronaldmcdonald.html) +[I lost my hands & knit replacement ones](roughgloves.html) +[He chopped down a sapling pine tree and looked at his watch.](sapling.html) +[On your desk I set a tangerine:](seasonal-affective-disorder.html) +[I only write poems on the bus anymore.](sense-of-it.html) +[The self is a serengeti](serengeti.html) +["What do you do all day in that shed out back" his mother asked one night while they ate dinner in front of the TV.](shed.html) +[He builds a ship as if it were the last thing](shipwright.html) +[If Justin Bieber isn't going for the sixteenth](sixteenth-chapel.html) +[_I don't care if they burn_ he wrote on his last blank notecard.](snow.html) +[in mammals the ratio between bladder size](something-simple.html) +[My body is attached to your body by a thin spittle of thought.](spittle.html) +[He is so full in himself:](squirrel.html) +["Riding the bus to work is a good way to think or to read" Paul thought to himself on the bus ride to work.](stagnant.html) +["Can one truly describe an emotion?" Eli asked me over the walkie-talkie.](statements-frag.html) +[It was a gamble](stayed-on-the-bus.html) +[He walked into the woods for the first time in months.](stump.html) +[This poem is dry like chapped lips.](swansong-alt.html) +[Swans fly overhead singing goodbye](swansong.html) +[EVERYTHING CHANGES OR EVERYTHING STAYS THE SAME](swear.html) +[4. The look she gave me 4. Half-hours in heaven are three times](table_contents.html) +[_Apparently typewriters need ribbon.](tapestry.html) +[It was one of those nameless gray buildings that could be seen from the street only if Larry craned his neck to almost vertical.](telemarketer.html) +[My head is full of fire, my tongue swollen,](the-night-we-met.html) +[Waiting for a reading to start](the-sea_the-beach.html) +[We found your shirt deep in the dark water,](theoceanoverflowswithcamels.html) +[I wish I'd kissed you when I had the chance.](time-looks-up-to-the-sky.html) +[There are more modern ideals of beauty](todaniel.html) +[Paul only did his reading on the toilet.](toilet.html) +[He couldn't find a shirt to go to work in.](toothpaste.html) +[TREATISE ON LITERATURE AS "SPOOKY](treatise.html) +[He dropped the penny in the dryer, turned it on, and turned around.](underwear.html) +[I can walk through the rain, that rare occurrence](walking-in-the-rain.html) +[He didn't go back into the shed for a long time.](wallpaper.html) +[I saw two Eskimo girls playing a game](weplayedthosegamestoo.html) +[There is a cave just outside of Flagstaff made from ancient lava flows.](what-we-are-made-of.html) +[Your casserole dish takes the longest:](when-im-sorry-i.html) +[_**HYMN 386: JOKES**_](window.html) +[Somewhere I remember reading advice for beginning writers not to show their work to anyone, at least that in the early stages.](words-irritable-reaching.html) +["How astonishing it is that language can almost mean, / and frightening that it does not quite," Jack Gilbert opens his poem "The Forgotten Dialect of the Heart."](words-meaning.html) +[The radio is screaming the man](worse-looking-over.html) +[He sat down at his writing desk and removed his new pen from its plastic wrapping.](writing.html) +[While chopping a tree in the woods with his hatchet (a Christmas gift from his mother) a bird he'd never heard before cried out.](x-ray.html) +[He would enter data at work for fifty minutes and then go on break.](yellow.html) -- cgit 1.4.1-21-gabe81