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. --- src/feedingtheraven.txt | 46 ---------------------------------------------- 1 file changed, 46 deletions(-) delete mode 100644 src/feedingtheraven.txt (limited to 'src/feedingtheraven.txt') diff --git a/src/feedingtheraven.txt b/src/feedingtheraven.txt deleted file mode 100644 index af0f74b..0000000 --- a/src/feedingtheraven.txt +++ /dev/null @@ -1,46 +0,0 @@ ---- -title: Feeding the raven -id: feedingtheraven -genre: prose - -project: - title: Elegies for alternate selves - class: elegies - order: 11 - prev: - - title: The angel to Abraham - link: angeltoabraham - next: - - title: On formal poetry - link: onformalpoetry -... - -You never can tell just when Charlie Sheen will enter your life. -For me, it was last Thursday. -I was reading some translation of a Japanese translation of "The Raven" in which the Poe and the raven become friends. -At one point the raven gets very sick and Poe feeds him at his bedside and nurses him back to health. -The story was very heartwarming and sad at the same time and my tears were welling up when suddenly I heard a knock on my door. - -I shuffled over, sniffling but managing to keep my cheeks dry to open it. -Of course Charlie was beaming on the other side, with a bag of flowers and a grin like a [dog][]'s. -He bounded in the room without saying hello and threw the flowers in the sink, opened the refrigerator and started poking around. -I said "It's nice to see you too" and went to my room to get a camera, as well as a notebook for him to sign. - -When I came back he was on the floor, hunched and groaning. -I looked on the table to see a month-old half-gallon of milk---now cottage cheese---half-empty and dripping. -The remnants were on his mouth, and at once I saw my chance to become Poe in this [translation of a translation][] of a translation. -I knelt next to Charlie, cradled his head in my lap. -He looked up at me with a stare full of terror. -I returned it levelly, making cooing noises at him until he calmed down. - -When he was calm he excused himself to be sick on my toilet. -He wouldn't let me follow but said he would sign whatever I liked when he got back. -After half an hour passed and all I'd had for company was the ticking of the [clock][], I went to the bathroom door. -I knocked carefully---once, then twice---to no beaming face, no flowers. -I opened the door. -There was shit on the floor and the window was open. -There was a breeze blowing. - -[dog]: purpose-dogs.html -[translation of a translation]: todaniel.html -[clock]: boar.html -- cgit 1.4.1-21-gabe81