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. --- when-im-sorry-i.html | 9 ++++----- 1 file changed, 4 insertions(+), 5 deletions(-) (limited to 'when-im-sorry-i.html') diff --git a/when-im-sorry-i.html b/when-im-sorry-i.html index 9faea62..d7a0ea2 100644 --- a/when-im-sorry-i.html +++ b/when-im-sorry-i.html @@ -37,11 +37,10 @@ -
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Your casserole dish takes the longest:
it has some baked-in crust from when you
cooked chicken last night. Washing it
allows me to think about this poem’s title
and the first few lines. Now that I’ve
written them down, I’ve
forgotten the rest.

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While scraping at something with my finger-
nail, I catch myself wondering again whether
you’ll thank me for washing your dishes.
I realize that this would defeat the point
of my gesture, that this has destroyed
all good thoughts I’ve had about saying

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“I’m sorry.” This, this is the reason why
I am always apologizing: because I never
mean it, because there is always, in some
attic
, a thought roaming that says, insists:
“I’ve done nothing wrong, and I deserve
all I can take, and more than that.”

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+ +

Your casserole dish takes the longest:
it has some baked-in crust from when you
cooked chicken last night. Washing it
allows me to think about this poem’s title
and the first few lines. Now that I’ve
written them down, I’ve forgotten the rest.

+

While scraping at something with my finger-
nail, I catch myself wondering again whether
you’ll thank me for washing your dishes.
I realize that this would defeat the point
of my gesture, that this has destroyed
all good thoughts I’ve had about saying

+

“I’m sorry.” This, this is the reason why
I am always apologizing: because I never
mean it, because there is always, in some
attic
, a thought roaming that says, insists:
“I’ve done nothing wrong, and I deserve
all I can take, and more than that.”