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/plant.txt | 136 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 1 file changed, 136 insertions(+) create mode 100644 text/plant.txt (limited to 'text/plant.txt') diff --git a/text/plant.txt b/text/plant.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..61c706f --- /dev/null +++ b/text/plant.txt @@ -0,0 +1,136 @@ +--- +title: Litany +genre: verse + +dedication: a plant + +id: plant +toc: "Litany for a plant" + +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]: one-hundred-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