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. --- weplayedthosegamestoo.html | 2 +- 1 file changed, 1 insertion(+), 1 deletion(-) (limited to 'weplayedthosegamestoo.html') diff --git a/weplayedthosegamestoo.html b/weplayedthosegamestoo.html index 89ac1d7..a3f4542 100644 --- a/weplayedthosegamestoo.html +++ b/weplayedthosegamestoo.html @@ -36,7 +36,7 @@
-

I saw two Eskimo girls playing a game
blowing on each other’s’ vocal chords to make music
on the tundra. I thought about how
once we played the same game
and the sounds blowing over the chords of our throats
was the same as a wind over frozen prairie.
We are the Eskimo girls who played
the game that night to keep ourselves warm.
I run my hands over my daughter’s
voicebox as she hums a song
about a seal and about killing the seal and about
skinning it and rendering the blubber
into clear oil to light lamps.
I remember you are my lamp. She remembers
you although you left before she arrived.
I can never tell her about you.
I will never be able to express that taste of your oil
as we pushed our throats together.
I will never be able to say how
we share this blemish like conjoined twins.
I will fail you always to remember you.

+

I saw two Eskimo girls playing a gameblowing on each other’s’ vocal chords to make musicon the tundra. I thought about howonce we played the same gameand the sounds blowing over the chords of our throatswas the same as a wind over frozen prairie.We are the Eskimo girls who playedthe game that night to keep ourselves warm.I run my hands over my daughter’svoicebox as she hums a songabout a seal and about killing the seal and aboutskinning it and rendering the blubberinto clear oil to light lamps.I remember you are my lamp. She remembersyou although you left before she arrived.I can never tell her about you.I will never be able to express that taste of your oilas we pushed our throats together.I will never be able to say howwe share this blemish like conjoined twins.I will fail you always to remember you.