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 --- plant.txt | 136 -------------------------------------------------------------- 1 file changed, 136 deletions(-) delete mode 100644 plant.txt (limited to 'plant.txt') diff --git a/plant.txt b/plant.txt deleted file mode 100644 index 61c706f..0000000 --- a/plant.txt +++ /dev/null @@ -1,136 +0,0 @@ ---- -title: Litany -genre: verse - -dedication: a plant - -id: plant -toc: "Litany for a plant" - -project: - title: Autocento of the breakfast table - class: autocento -... - -| I need a plant. I need a thing -| to take care of. I need -| a little green brownspotted -| [blackdirt][] growing -| quietness. I need a sunlit -| dawn knowing my name filtered -| through a [thin green window][]. -| I need chlorophyll -| working its [magic][] on beams of -| grassmade early morning dewdrop -| sweetmaking green. I need -| the dark earth sucking water -| from a black crevice -| its black magic churning -| wormilled rockturned starblind -| darkness and cold into -| [the opposite of dust][]. I need the heat -| to blind me. I need the dumb making -| to charge my coldened blood. I need -| the dropturned leaves to turn again -| their [faces to the windblown sun][]. -| I need millions of tiny years -| summed up and burning out some unknown -| new growth into the air. I need four -| hundred feet of dark red gnarled wood -| and needles glistening wetly on goldheaded -| branches hoisting themselves -| to the sky. I need ten strong men -| to fail to bring you down. Old one -| I need the peace that comes with knowing -| something sacred holds still -| in the world. I need your green tongues -| [of flame to lick at old wounds][] -| stitching us together away from ourselves. -| I need your brownbranching grasp -| to keep me from drifting off -| into [unknowing terrible sleep][]. I need -| [to know the snake][] hanging -| from your branches. I need to watch -| the dropping of flesh massful -| onto the ground from a height. I need -| the gnawer at your root to strike -| a vein to quicken old brown stone -| to movement. I need jeweleyed venom -| barking new greennesses into the bark. -| I need a knocker of dark secrets hidden -| in the dark bark hiding a smallstone -| smoldering pearl in the knot. I need -| that [pearl held out in a hand][] like an offering. -| I need the hand to be a plant's hand. - -| I need a plant. I need a growing -| growler [groaning][] toward heat and air. -| I need a green thin stem surprisingly strong -| holding up the weight of a plain -| of fallow [greennesses of creases and caresses][] -| of tiny worldmaking hardworking grandeur. -| I need a singer of life crying -| forward into old roads covered over -| by dead trees. I need the rasping of root -| in dirt. I need the unfurling of fiddleheads -| to sing forth a new symphony. I need -| fruits swelling large for the harvest. -| I need yellow light shining through white bark. -| I need juicecrush flowing waterlike -| through valleys percolating up -| through the ground. I need springs bubbling sap -| into cabins of wood fought for by labor. -| I need snow on the ground with shoots -| dotting the melting patches. I need two -| leaves on a thin stalk shivering -| in [moonlight][]. I need robinsong warbling -| over the heads of small seeds sprouting -| to enliven their growth. I need rings -| of woody material widening to push -| the ground out of their way. I need -| new greennesses pushing out from -| the brown dark bark gnarled. I -| need the robin to build its songfilled -| nest in a [branchcrotch][]. I need -| the fecundity of fungi on the branches. -| I need quiet of the sunlight shooting -| through thousands of branched leaves -| quivering. [I need whisper at dawn.][] -| I need burrows underground foxholes. -| I need duff layers eaten through -| by worms. I need brooks murmuring -| through crooks of roots. I need small -| [fish swimming][] in their schools at -| midnight. I need oldnesses giving way -| [to youngnesses giving way to oldnesses][]. -| I need dapplegray yellowshot ashbark. -| I need the crunch of dead leaves underfoot. -| I need [snowquiet deadbranch][] mourning. -| I need those [purple mountains majesty][]. -| I need a walk between trees in the dark. -| I need that moment when stopping to rest -| it suddenly seems that all the weary -| [forestroads][] in all their meandering come -| [to rest their heads][] at my astonished -| feet, none of them needing more than me. - -[blackdirt]: building.html -[thin green window]: window.html -[magic]: cereal.html -[to rest their heads]: riptide_memory.html -[forestroads]: http://www.bartleby.com/119/1.html -[purple mountains majesty]: http://www.wrensworld.com/purpmount.htm -[snowquiet deadbranch]: one-hundred-lines.html -[to youngnesses giving way to oldnesses]: about-the-author.html -[fish swimming]: proverbs.html -[I need whisper at dawn.]: apollo11.html -[branchcrotch]: epigraph.html -[moonlight]: finding-the-lion.html -[greennesses of creases and caresses]: the-sea_the-beach.html -[groaning]: feedingtheraven.html -[pearl held out in a hand]: roughgloves.html -[to know the snake]: ouroboros_memory.html -[unknowing terrible sleep]: in-bed.html -[of flame to lick at old wounds]: fire.html -[faces to the windblown sun]: no-nothing.html -[the opposite of dust]: https://samofthetenthousandthings.wordpress.com/2012/09/08/charles-wright-reads-james-wright-the-journey-audio-poem/ -- cgit 1.4.1-21-gabe81