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
---
 last-passenger.txt | 42 ------------------------------------------
 1 file changed, 42 deletions(-)
 delete mode 100644 last-passenger.txt

(limited to 'last-passenger.txt')

diff --git a/last-passenger.txt b/last-passenger.txt
deleted file mode 100644
index a7157f3..0000000
--- a/last-passenger.txt
+++ /dev/null
@@ -1,42 +0,0 @@
----
-title: Last passenger
-genre: verse
-
-id: last-passenger
-toc: "Last passenger"
-
-project:
-    title: Autocento of the breakfast table
-    class: autocento
-
-TODO: revise based on reading notes
-...
-
-| Memory works strangely, [spooling its thread][]
-| over the [nails of events][] barely related,
-| creating finally some picture, if we're
-| lucky, of a life---but more likely, it knots
-| itself, catches on a nail or in our throats
-| that gasp, as it binds our necks, for air.
-
-| An example: today marks one hundred years
-| since your namesake, the last living passenger
-| pigeon, died in Cincinnati.  It also marks
-| a year since we last spoke.  Although around
-| the world, zoos mourn her loss, I'm done
-| with you.  I mourn no more your voice, the first
-| sound I heard outside my body that reached
-| [into my throat and set me ringing][].  But that string---
-
-| memory that feels sometimes more like a tide
-| has yoked together, bound your voice to that bird,
-| the frozen, stuffed, forgotten pigeon---my heart
-| is too easy, but it must do---to blink, to flex
-| its unused toes, slowly thaw to the wetness
-| of [beating wings][], fly to me again, and alight,
-| singing full-throated, on my broken shoulder.
-
-[spooling its thread]: roughgloves.html
-[nails of events]: when-im-sorry-i.html
-[into my throat and set me ringing]: weplayedthosegamestoo.html
-[beating wings]: cold-wind.html
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