From 643d9ceb308c206a6e572c7c555168ff0ca60bc1 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Case Duckworth Date: Fri, 27 Mar 2015 15:40:42 -0700 Subject: Fix #5: Verse typesetting Thanks to the pandoc-discussion thread at , line breaks in verse have been converted to s, which enables the CSS to style them with hanging indents, given a too-small viewport. This commit also includes a makefile edit to reflect this change, and the Haskell source and executable of the pandoc filter. --- sixteenth-chapel.html | 14 +++++++------- 1 file changed, 7 insertions(+), 7 deletions(-) (limited to 'sixteenth-chapel.html') diff --git a/sixteenth-chapel.html b/sixteenth-chapel.html index 690986a..f077244 100644 --- a/sixteenth-chapel.html +++ b/sixteenth-chapel.html @@ -44,13 +44,13 @@
-

If Justin Bieber isn’t going for the sixteenth
chapel, I’m not either. I admit he is my role
model. He’s so current, so fresh and so new,
and Michelangelo is so old, his art so dated.
Where is the love in those old paintings? All
I see is creation, judgment, and death—

-

and I don’t get the preoccupation with death.
I’m about life! Ever since my sixteenth
birthday, when me and my two sisters all
nearly died when the car I was driving rolled
into a creek. Even though I’ve forgotten the date,
I think it keeps me thinking on the new,

-

something Biebs would be proud of if he knew.
I look at him, and see the opposite of death
in his eyes, his youthful smile: though someday
he may be a father, and later host a Sweet Sixteen
for his daughter (who I know he’ll buy a Rolls),
death will never find him. Living will be all

-

he’ll ever do, because it will be all
he’ll ever need to do. He is the eternal new,
the forever youth: this is the simple role
of every celebrity, to let us forget death.
Bieber didn’t make a mistake on the Sistine
Chapel’s name. He merely showed that someday

-

all old names must go, that on some day
a name must die so that the thing, which is all
that matters, can stay as it was in the sixteenth
century: fresh, ostentatious, and brand new.
In a way, the name becomes a Christ, experiencing death
so the world doesn’t have to. But I am wary of this role

-

for a name. It seems a name gives meaning, rolls
the general idea together with the concrete, daily
toil of the mundane. Are not life and death
intertwined? Is not everything tied up all
with everything? I guess I’m saying the new
necessarily comes from the old, as every sixteen-

-

year-old has a parent. Life rolls to death, and all
is tied together. Each day is born of night, and dies so new
morning can occur. Even the sixteenth chapel holds death.

+

If Justin Bieber isn’t going for the sixteenthchapel, I’m not either. I admit he is my rolemodel. He’s so current, so fresh and so new,and Michelangelo is so old, his art so dated.Where is the love in those old paintings? AllI see is creation, judgment, and death—

+

and I don’t get the preoccupation with death.I’m about life! Ever since my sixteenthbirthday, when me and my two sisters allnearly died when the car I was driving rolledinto a creek. Even though I’ve forgotten the date,I think it keeps me thinking on the new,

+

something Biebs would be proud of if he knew.I look at him, and see the opposite of deathin his eyes, his youthful smile: though somedayhe may be a father, and later host a Sweet Sixteenfor his daughter (who I know he’ll buy a Rolls),death will never find him. Living will be all

+

he’ll ever do, because it will be allhe’ll ever need to do. He is the eternal new,the forever youth: this is the simple roleof every celebrity, to let us forget death.Bieber didn’t make a mistake on the SistineChapel’s name. He merely showed that someday

+

all old names must go, that on some daya name must die so that the thing, which is allthat matters, can stay as it was in the sixteenthcentury: fresh, ostentatious, and brand new.In a way, the name becomes a Christ, experiencing deathso the world doesn’t have to. But I am wary of this role

+

for a name. It seems a name gives meaning, rollsthe general idea together with the concrete, dailytoil of the mundane. Are not life and deathintertwined? Is not everything tied up allwith everything? I guess I’m saying the newnecessarily comes from the old, as every sixteen-

+

year-old has a parent. Life rolls to death, and allis tied together. Each day is born of night, and dies so newmorning can occur. Even the sixteenth chapel holds death.