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. --- theoceanoverflowswithcamels.html | 2 +- 1 file changed, 1 insertion(+), 1 deletion(-) (limited to 'theoceanoverflowswithcamels.html') diff --git a/theoceanoverflowswithcamels.html b/theoceanoverflowswithcamels.html index 22c570a..80bfbbe 100644 --- a/theoceanoverflowswithcamels.html +++ b/theoceanoverflowswithcamels.html @@ -36,7 +36,7 @@
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We found your shirt deep in the dark water,
caught on the clothesline of sleeping pills.
Your head on the shore was streaming tears
like sleeves or the coronas of saints saved
from fire. The burning bush began crying
like a child who misses his mother. Traffic
slammed shut like an eye. God’s mean left hook
knocked us out, and we began swimming.
Bruises bloomed like algae on a lake.
Your father beat your chest and screamed
for someone to open a window. The air
stopped breathing. Fish clogged its gills.
Birds sang too loudly, trying to drown out
your father’s cries, but all their sweetness
was not enough. No polite noises will be made
anymore, he told us, clawing your breastbone.
He opened your heart to air again. Camels
flowed from you both like water from the rock.
God spoke up, but nobody listened to him.
We hung you up on the line to dry.

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We found your shirt deep in the dark water,caught on the clothesline of sleeping pills.Your head on the shore was streaming tearslike sleeves or the coronas of saints savedfrom fire. The burning bush began cryinglike a child who misses his mother. Trafficslammed shut like an eye. God’s mean left hookknocked us out, and we began swimming.Bruises bloomed like algae on a lake.Your father beat your chest and screamedfor someone to open a window. The airstopped breathing. Fish clogged its gills.Birds sang too loudly, trying to drown outyour father’s cries, but all their sweetnesswas not enough. No polite noises will be madeanymore, he told us, clawing your breastbone.He opened your heart to air again. Camelsflowed from you both like water from the rock.God spoke up, but nobody listened to him.We hung you up on the line to dry.