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. --- nothing-is-ever-over.html | 5 ++--- 1 file changed, 2 insertions(+), 3 deletions(-) (limited to 'nothing-is-ever-over.html') diff --git a/nothing-is-ever-over.html b/nothing-is-ever-over.html index b2315cf..51a7127 100644 --- a/nothing-is-ever-over.html +++ b/nothing-is-ever-over.html @@ -37,9 +37,8 @@ -
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Nothing is ever over; nothing
is ever even begun. The foundation
hasn’t been laid; how can we hope
to put in the plumbing? The bed
is unmade, not even made; the wood
hasn’t been cleft from the tree;
the seed hasn’t been cast
out of water and growth and sun,
which itself hasn’t started shining.
The cock has never stopped crowing
because he never started. Peter
betrays us again and again with
silence. Christ wakes up at night,
choking from a bad dream, wrists
aching from a dreamt, torturous pain.

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Nothing is ever over; nothing
is ever even begun. The foundation
hasn’t been laid; how can we hope
to put in the plumbing? The bed
is unmade, not even made; the wood
hasn’t been cleft from the tree;
the seed hasn’t been cast
out of water and growth and sun,
which itself hasn’t started shining.
The cock has never stopped crowing
because he never started. Peter
betrays us again and again with
silence. Christ wakes up at night,
choking from a bad dream, wrists
aching from a dreamt, torturous pain.