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/riptide_memory.txt | 59 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 1 file changed, 59 insertions(+) create mode 100644 text/riptide_memory.txt (limited to 'text/riptide_memory.txt') diff --git a/text/riptide_memory.txt b/text/riptide_memory.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..177a586 --- /dev/null +++ b/text/riptide_memory.txt @@ -0,0 +1,59 @@ +--- +title: Riptide of memory +genre: verse + +id: riptide_memory +toc: "Riptide of memory" + +project: + title: Stark Raving + class: stark + order: 16 + next: + - title: About the author + link: about-the-author + - title: The Sixteenth Chapel + link: sixteenth-chapel + prev: + - title: Something about all music being performances of _4′33″_ in places where other bands happen to be playing + link: music-433 + - title: I think it's you (but it's not) + link: i-think-its-you +... + +| Inside of my memory, the poem is another memory. +| The air up here is thin, but the wind blows harder +| than anywhere else I know. It threatens to rip +| my body away, like [an angel of death][], to the stars. + +| In Arizona, I thought I would forget the rain, +| forget its sound on a roof like a hard wind, forget +| its smell like a far away ocean. Luckily for me +| it rains here. Luckily, because I forget too easily. + +| In a dream, [my father is caught by a riptide][] off-shore. +| He's pulled far out, far enough that the shoreline's +| a line in his [memory][] on the horizon. I can see him +| swimming, hand over hand, pulling his small weight + +| back to land. I see him as [another shipwreck][] victim, +| coughing sand and seawater, beard woven with seaweed. +| I see him lying there a long time. I see all this +| as he tells me the story, years later, the riptide + +| only a [ghost][] in his memory, I only a child falling +| asleep. My mother's making mayonnaise rolls +| in the kitchen, a recipe I'll send for years later, +| in Arizona, in the monsoon season, when my thirst + +| pulls me back home, my memory's lonesome twinkle +| like [stars above the mountains][]. I'll send for it +| and try to make them, but in the thin air they'll +| crumble into dust like desert air, like a memory. + +[an angel of death]: angeltoabraham.html +[my father is caught by a riptide]: father.html +[memory]: ouroboros_memory.html +[another shipwreck]: shipwright.html +[ghost]: one-hundred-lines.html +[stars above the mountains]: finding-the-lion.html -- cgit 1.4.1-21-gabe81