From 9fce418b46c9f0894f429384ef9e3dabaeffbeb4 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001
From: Case Duckworth
Date: Tue, 14 Apr 2015 16:36:17 -0700
Subject: Change file hierarchy and rewrite makefile

- File hierarchy is now as follows:
    - /
        - appendix/  < appendix source files
        - backlinks/ < backlink sources & builds
        - hapax/     < *.hapax source files
        - scripts/   < scripts, like *.js, *.hs, etc.
        - templates/ < templates for outputs
        - text/      < source files
        - trunk/     < assets, like css, images, heads, etc.
        - index.html
        - *.html
        - Makefile
---
 text/last-passenger.txt | 42 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
 1 file changed, 42 insertions(+)
 create mode 100644 text/last-passenger.txt

(limited to 'text/last-passenger.txt')

diff --git a/text/last-passenger.txt b/text/last-passenger.txt
new file mode 100644
index 0000000..a7157f3
--- /dev/null
+++ b/text/last-passenger.txt
@@ -0,0 +1,42 @@
+---
+title: Last passenger
+genre: verse
+
+id: last-passenger
+toc: "Last passenger"
+
+project:
+    title: Autocento of the breakfast table
+    class: autocento
+
+TODO: revise based on reading notes
+...
+
+| Memory works strangely, [spooling its thread][]
+| over the [nails of events][] barely related,
+| creating finally some picture, if we're
+| lucky, of a life---but more likely, it knots
+| itself, catches on a nail or in our throats
+| that gasp, as it binds our necks, for air.
+
+| An example: today marks one hundred years
+| since your namesake, the last living passenger
+| pigeon, died in Cincinnati.  It also marks
+| a year since we last spoke.  Although around
+| the world, zoos mourn her loss, I'm done
+| with you.  I mourn no more your voice, the first
+| sound I heard outside my body that reached
+| [into my throat and set me ringing][].  But that string---
+
+| memory that feels sometimes more like a tide
+| has yoked together, bound your voice to that bird,
+| the frozen, stuffed, forgotten pigeon---my heart
+| is too easy, but it must do---to blink, to flex
+| its unused toes, slowly thaw to the wetness
+| of [beating wings][], fly to me again, and alight,
+| singing full-throated, on my broken shoulder.
+
+[spooling its thread]: roughgloves.html
+[nails of events]: when-im-sorry-i.html
+[into my throat and set me ringing]: weplayedthosegamestoo.html
+[beating wings]: cold-wind.html
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