From ecda49e0b20ad3bd52449356dccf2f8095ecfb70 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Case Duckworth Date: Wed, 25 Mar 2015 21:49:45 -0700 Subject: Flatten directory structure All content files (*.txt, *.html, *.river) are now in /. I did this to simplify the compilation step, and to make linking easier. I'm still thinking about whether I should move the contents of js/, img/, and lua/ into /, or into an 'assets' folder of some sort. We'll see. --- plant.txt | 132 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 1 file changed, 132 insertions(+) create mode 100644 plant.txt (limited to 'plant.txt') diff --git a/plant.txt b/plant.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..05d8ad1 --- /dev/null +++ b/plant.txt @@ -0,0 +1,132 @@ +--- +title: Litany for a plant +id: plant +genre: verse + +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]: 100-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