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. --- january.html | 17 ++++++++--------- 1 file changed, 8 insertions(+), 9 deletions(-) (limited to 'january.html') diff --git a/january.html b/january.html index 1e147a3..ebc937a 100644 --- a/january.html +++ b/january.html @@ -37,15 +37,14 @@ -
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January.
It’s cold, and I don’t like it.
I prefer warm weather,
although I like sweaters. They are the one
warm spot in an otherwise shitty season.
But fall is better sweater weather. So be patient,

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patient,
while waiting for the end of January.
A change of season
brings a change of mood along with it,
although I never thought I’d be one
to believe that SAD junk about effects of weather—

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weather!—
on a person. Who becomes a patient
just because of one
month of snow? I did say of January:
“It’s cold, and I don’t like it,”
but I hardly think it’s fair, knocking whole seasons,

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seasoning
your conversation with demands for better weather.
(While I find it
nearly impossible, it’s my mission to be patient
while waiting for the end of January.)
Oh, but how the long nights do so tax one!

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One
warm spot in an otherwise shitty season—
all I ask, January,
is one warm day. Do you care whether
I’m a person who becomes a patient
in some psych ward? This just about does it.

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I.T.,
although I never thought I’d call one,
is fair and patient
when I call. They talk with me, season
my conversation of demands for better weather
with an argument for the white beauty of January.

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They know it’s hard; they say each season
has its detractors. One day, they say, the weather
will be controlled—until then, patience in January.

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January.
It’s cold, and I don’t like it.
I prefer warm weather,
although I like sweaters. They are the one
warm spot in an otherwise shitty season.
But fall is better sweater weather. So be patient,

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patient,
while waiting for the end of January.
A change of season
brings a change of mood along with it,
although I never thought I’d be one
to believe that SAD junk about effects of weather—

+

weather!—
on a person. Who becomes a patient
just because of one
month of snow? I did say of January:
“It’s cold, and I don’t like it,”
but I hardly think it’s fair, knocking whole seasons,

+

seasoning
your conversation with demands for better weather.
(While I find it
nearly impossible, it’s my mission to be patient
while waiting for the end of January.)
Oh, but how the long nights do so tax one!

+

One
warm spot in an otherwise shitty season—
all I ask, January,
is one warm day. Do you care whether
I’m a person who becomes a patient
in some psych ward? This just about does it.

+

I.T.,
although I never thought I’d call one,
is fair and patient
when I call. They talk with me, season
my conversation of demands for better weather
with an argument for the white beauty of January.

+

They know it’s hard; they say each season
has its detractors. One day, they say, the weather
will be controlled—until then, patience in January.