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 --- riptide_memory.txt | 59 ------------------------------------------------------ 1 file changed, 59 deletions(-) delete mode 100644 riptide_memory.txt (limited to 'riptide_memory.txt') diff --git a/riptide_memory.txt b/riptide_memory.txt deleted file mode 100644 index 177a586..0000000 --- a/riptide_memory.txt +++ /dev/null @@ -1,59 +0,0 @@ ---- -title: Riptide of memory -genre: verse - -id: riptide_memory -toc: "Riptide of memory" - -project: - title: Stark Raving - class: stark - order: 16 - next: - - title: About the author - link: about-the-author - - title: The Sixteenth Chapel - link: sixteenth-chapel - prev: - - title: Something about all music being performances of _4′33″_ in places where other bands happen to be playing - link: music-433 - - title: I think it's you (but it's not) - link: i-think-its-you -... - -| Inside of my memory, the poem is another memory. -| The air up here is thin, but the wind blows harder -| than anywhere else I know. It threatens to rip -| my body away, like [an angel of death][], to the stars. - -| In Arizona, I thought I would forget the rain, -| forget its sound on a roof like a hard wind, forget -| its smell like a far away ocean. Luckily for me -| it rains here. Luckily, because I forget too easily. - -| In a dream, [my father is caught by a riptide][] off-shore. -| He's pulled far out, far enough that the shoreline's -| a line in his [memory][] on the horizon. I can see him -| swimming, hand over hand, pulling his small weight - -| back to land. I see him as [another shipwreck][] victim, -| coughing sand and seawater, beard woven with seaweed. -| I see him lying there a long time. I see all this -| as he tells me the story, years later, the riptide - -| only a [ghost][] in his memory, I only a child falling -| asleep. My mother's making mayonnaise rolls -| in the kitchen, a recipe I'll send for years later, -| in Arizona, in the monsoon season, when my thirst - -| pulls me back home, my memory's lonesome twinkle -| like [stars above the mountains][]. I'll send for it -| and try to make them, but in the thin air they'll -| crumble into dust like desert air, like a memory. - -[an angel of death]: angeltoabraham.html -[my father is caught by a riptide]: father.html -[memory]: ouroboros_memory.html -[another shipwreck]: shipwright.html -[ghost]: one-hundred-lines.html -[stars above the mountains]: finding-the-lion.html -- cgit 1.4.1-21-gabe81