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/plant.txt | 132 ---------------------------------------------------------- 1 file changed, 132 deletions(-) delete mode 100644 src/plant.txt (limited to 'src/plant.txt') diff --git a/src/plant.txt b/src/plant.txt deleted file mode 100644 index 05d8ad1..0000000 --- a/src/plant.txt +++ /dev/null @@ -1,132 +0,0 @@ ---- -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