From 2764ce38ff89667fc4073fb66cdd634caaffd613 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Case Duckworth Date: Thu, 12 Mar 2015 13:01:16 -0700 Subject: Fix #9 - ekphrastisize some poems For ekphrastic articles, add `ekphrastic` node to YAML metadata. This node includes subnodes `image`, `title`, `alt`, `link`, and `class`. `image` provides a link to the local image--just include the file name with the extension, not the folder (all images should be in /img/.) `title` provides the title of the image, and the alt-text, if there is no `alt` node. `alt`, if it exists, provides the alt text for the image. `link`, if present, wraps the image in an `` tag--it should point to the source web page of the ekphrastic image. `class`, if present, sets the class(es) for the image, for styling. In this commit, I've set `ekphrastic` on the four articles that have them so far: 'The Death Zone,' 'AMBER alert,' 'The moon is gone,' and 'Man.' I've also updated .template.html with the changes, and updated README.md to reflect the changes in YAML structure. --- the-sea_the-beach.html | 13 ++++++------- 1 file changed, 6 insertions(+), 7 deletions(-) (limited to 'the-sea_the-beach.html') diff --git a/the-sea_the-beach.html b/the-sea_the-beach.html index b14d970..96ade1d 100644 --- a/the-sea_the-beach.html +++ b/the-sea_the-beach.html @@ -37,13 +37,12 @@ -
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Waiting for a reading to start
when there’s nobody coming anyway
is like waiting
for the tide
to make some meaning of the beach.

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The sea doesn’t know or care
what the beach even is, let alone
its cares or its troubles, its
little nagging under-the-skin annoyances
that make the beach the beach.

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Sandworms, for example, or those crabs
with big pincers on one side
but not the other. Those really get
the beach’s gander up, but the sea
doesn’t care. The sea

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only wants to caress the beach
with its soft arms, to tell the beach
how much it’s loved by the sea,
that complex of water, salt, and
the moon’s gravity, the mercury
rising up and down slowly, like a yawn.

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The sea only cares about itself.
The beach lays there and takes it.

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Waiting for a reading to start
when there’s nobody coming anyway
is like waiting for the tide
to make some meaning of the beach.

+

The sea doesn’t know or care
what the beach even is, let alone
its cares or its troubles, its
little nagging under-the-skin annoyances
that make the beach the beach.

+

Sandworms, for example, or those crabs
with big pincers on one side
but not the other. Those really get
the beach’s gander up, but the sea
doesn’t care. The sea

+

only wants to caress the beach
with its soft arms, to tell the beach
how much it’s loved by the sea,
that complex of water, salt, and
the moon’s gravity, the mercury
rising up and down slowly, like a yawn.

+

The sea only cares about itself.
The beach lays there and takes it.