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/peaches.txt | 85 --------------------------------------------------------- 1 file changed, 85 deletions(-) delete mode 100644 src/peaches.txt (limited to 'src/peaches.txt') diff --git a/src/peaches.txt b/src/peaches.txt deleted file mode 100644 index ddb1038..0000000 --- a/src/peaches.txt +++ /dev/null @@ -1,85 +0,0 @@ ---- -title: Peaches -id: peaches -genre: prose - -project: - title: Autocento of the breakfast table - class: autocento -... - -"My anger is like a peach," he said. -He was trying to show how metaphors could be anything. -I thought it worked. -I wrote it down in my red notebook. - -In my other class, there was a long discussion about the difference between metaphor and simile as they relate to [Prufrock][]. -I could only think about his peaches. -I wonder if he dared. - -A few years ago my friend dressed up as J. Alfred Prufrock for Halloween. -Her costume consisted of rolled khaki trousers and a peach. -(I wonder where she found that in [October][].) -She was annoyed that she had to tell everyone who she was---"At a writers' party!" -I don't remember if she ate that peach. -I do remember the main meal was spaghetti. - -That party was held in a house in Chattanooga, in the basement. -There was a big back yard where people drank and talked and sat in the darkness. -Somewhere someone was smoking weed with a visiting writer. - -Earlier that day, [the writer had read a poem about his car accident][sebastian] a year ago, in Georgia, on the interstate. -It had broken him pretty badly, and his wife, but somehow their child was unharmed. -He said something about the peach pit being the one place Georgia held sacred. -He said it was the place where all new things grow. - -I can see how anger could be like a peach: its juice runs out of the mouth and down the chin, dropping onto the pants and staining them. -In the same way, I can see how [anger is like sex][]: they are both heightened states of emotional observation. - -In Atlanta, there are something like five or ten [Peachtree Streets][]. -I'm not sure if they all connect at some point, but from what I could see, they would have to do some contorting to get to the same point. -I like to think a giant peach tree grows there, like the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil. - -I was walking down one of Atlanta's Peachtrees with my girlfriend when a man in tight pants, a runner, jogged past us. -We both agreed he had a marvelous ass. -I was annoyed, however, when she confessed that she wished I had one like his. -Later, we ate at a taqueria with peach-habanero salsa. - -[My mother][] would read to us as children. -The first real books I remember, the first novels, are Island of the Blue Dolphins and James and the Giant Peach. -I don't remember Island of the Blue Dolphins as well, probably because no movie was made of it. - -There's an independent video rental store where I grew up called [Popcorn Video][], one of the only stores I went to in my hometown that wasn't a chain. -Every time we went, my sister would rent two movies: _James and the Giant Peach_ and _Home Alone 3_. - -I wasn't allowed to stay home alone, or I don't remember it, until I was fifteen. -I built a potato cannon out of PVC pipe and a barbecue lighter. -I would load a potato, spray hairspray into the barrel, and light it. -Once, the cannon wouldn't light. -I looked down the barrel and pushed the trigger button to see if I could see a light. -I forgot that I had already primed the barrel with hairspray. -I singed my eyebrows and bangs. - -In peach season, my father would bring home a bag of the freestones every week or so. -He always got the cheap ones, so they were usually dry and pithy, with a stone that fell apart and nearly broke my tooth. -I don't eat them anymore when I go home. - -My mother would always eat canned peaches with cottage cheese. -For some reason I didn't think this was common knowledge. -I showed people how good it was when we went to a buffet: they said "I know." - -To be honest, I'm not even sure what a peach tree looks like. -I do know what an orange tree looks like, from a backyard in Phoenix, and a fig tree, from a back yard in Chattanooga. -I also know what a cherry tree looks like, or at least a type of them, from my own backyard at home, as well as mulberry and apple. -If, for some reason, I find myself lost in a sinister Garden of Eden, I'll at least know a few of the trees I can eat from. - -I always heard growing up that the Fruit of the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil was an apple. -Maybe I'll luck out: maybe it'll be a peach. - -[Prufrock]: http://www.bartleby.com/198/1.html -[October]: axe.html -[sebastian]: http://www.32poems.com/blog/5158/weekly-prose-feature-an-interview-with-sebastian-matthews-by-justin-bigos -[anger is like sex]: statements-frag.html -[Peachtree Streets]: https://www.google.com/maps/place/Peachtree+Rd+NE,+Atlanta,+GA/@33.7779425,-84.3843615 -[My mother]: riptide_memory.html -[Popcorn Video]: http://popcornvideo.net/ -- cgit 1.4.1-21-gabe81