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. --- swansong-alt.html | 2 +- 1 file changed, 1 insertion(+), 1 deletion(-) (limited to 'swansong-alt.html') diff --git a/swansong-alt.html b/swansong-alt.html index 2acb6cc..c1e94cc 100644 --- a/swansong-alt.html +++ b/swansong-alt.html @@ -36,7 +36,7 @@
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This poem is dry like chapped lips.
It is hard as teeth—hear the tapping?
It is the swan song of beauty, as all
swan songs are. Reading it, you are
puzzled, perhaps a little repulsed.
Swans do not have teeth, nor do they sing.
A honking over the cliff is all
they can do, and that they do
badly. You don’t know where I’m going.
You want to tell me, You are not you.
You are the air the swan walks on.
You are the fringe of the curtain
that separates me from you. I say
that you are no longer the temple,
that you have been through fire
and are now less than ash. You are
the subtraction of yourself from
the world, the air without a swan.
Together, we are each other. You
and I have both nothing and everything
at once, we own the world and nothing in it.

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This poem is dry like chapped lips.It is hard as teeth—hear the tapping?It is the swan song of beauty, as allswan songs are. Reading it, you arepuzzled, perhaps a little repulsed.Swans do not have teeth, nor do they sing.A honking over the cliff is allthey can do, and that they dobadly. You don’t know where I’m going.You want to tell me, You are not you.You are the air the swan walks on.You are the fringe of the curtainthat separates me from you. I saythat you are no longer the temple,that you have been through fireand are now less than ash. You arethe subtraction of yourself fromthe world, the air without a swan.Together, we are each other. Youand I have both nothing and everythingat once, we own the world and nothing in it.