From 529ede146afd125c76d86eb55969983af8ee21db Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Case Duckworth Date: Sat, 4 Apr 2015 23:58:22 -0700 Subject: Some revision & TOC inclusion --- wip/angeltoabraham.txt | 13 +++++++++++++ wip/ars-words-meaning__.txt | 9 +++++++++ wip/big-dipper.txt | 16 ++++++++++++++++ wip/deathstrumpet.txt | 44 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++--------- wip/i-am2.txt | 11 +++++++++++ wip/makefile | 5 +++++ 6 files changed, 89 insertions(+), 9 deletions(-) create mode 100644 wip/angeltoabraham.txt create mode 100644 wip/ars-words-meaning__.txt create mode 100644 wip/big-dipper.txt create mode 100644 wip/i-am2.txt create mode 100644 wip/makefile (limited to 'wip') diff --git a/wip/angeltoabraham.txt b/wip/angeltoabraham.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ab1f17e --- /dev/null +++ b/wip/angeltoabraham.txt @@ -0,0 +1,13 @@ +Abraham, Abraham, you are old and cannot hear +my small voice under the creaking of your grief. +Your eyes are dim and connot see the ram +as it creates itself from the bush, fashioning +its horns from brambles, its wool from leaves, +its hooves from the rock of the mountain. + +Your hand is shaky, but it is sure to its goal. +The knife is blunt but not blunt enough. + +I am here to stay your hand, to blunt +the knife, to bring the ram out from itself +so that it can realize its purpose diff --git a/wip/ars-words-meaning__.txt b/wip/ars-words-meaning__.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..27177d0 --- /dev/null +++ b/wip/ars-words-meaning__.txt @@ -0,0 +1,9 @@ +_How astonishing it is that language can almost mean, + but frightening that it does not quite._ +_A word is elegy to what it signifies._ + +The world is somewhat large and unwieldy. +This is something I think we can all agree on. +And although we may be unwieldy, knocking around semi-anonymously between our work and our families, between eating and sleeping, between the bigness that surrounds us on both sides like a tall hedge wall, we are by no means large. +This is something else we can agree on, if we're honest with ourselves. + diff --git a/wip/big-dipper.txt b/wip/big-dipper.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..095e665 --- /dev/null +++ b/wip/big-dipper.txt @@ -0,0 +1,16 @@ +I didn't see it for days, or even months. +I lost track after a while how long it was. +Then one night, there it was, reclining +on the mountains as if they were a couch. +_I missed you_, I said, but it didn't hear +or it pretended not to, I don't know which. +I thought it was looking right at me, but +it could've been staring over my shoulder +at something glinting. I guess I have to try +harder, try something different. I'm going +to sing to it, bring it flowers every night, +something white to brighten up my hands. + +Years later, when I've won it back, when +it shows itself to me without asking, I'll + diff --git a/wip/deathstrumpet.txt b/wip/deathstrumpet.txt index e7edd43..ab901ff 100644 --- a/wip/deathstrumpet.txt +++ b/wip/deathstrumpet.txt @@ -1,9 +1,35 @@ -He didn't have any polish so he spit-shined the whole thing -until it gleamed like a tomato on the vine that was begging -to be picked and thrown on some caprese. Death loved caprese. - -He stood up to put the horn to his lips, trying to imagine -it was a woman he loved. He blushed as he realized how bad -the metaphor was. He practiced anyway for six hours a day -in front of the mirror---what else was there to do with time -that stretched like the mozzarella on Death's caprese? +| He didn't have any polish so he spit-shined the whole thing +| until it gleamed like a [tomato on the vine][] that was begging +| to be picked and thrown on some caprese. Death loved caprese. + +| He stood up to put the horn to his lips, trying to imagine +| it was a woman he loved. He blushed as he realized how bad +| [the metaphor was][]. He practiced anyway for six hours a day +| in front of the mirror---what else to do with all the time? + +| Death looked at [himself in the mirror][] as he played, the trumpet +| suspended in midair. _Damn vampire rules_, he thought. +| He was always worried he might have [missed a spot][] while shaving +| but he'd never know unless a stranger---he had no friends--- +| was kind enough. Not that he goes out anyway or meets people. + +| He started waking up late, staying in bed later. +| He started thinking he was depressed. He never did eat +| that caprese, and it started getting soggy, green spots +| spreading on the mozzarella like bedsores. The sun +| filtered through the [kitchen blinds like smoke][]. He had +| to get out of the house. He decided to go to the arcade. + +| When he got there, it was empty except for a boy +| [with dead eyes][]. So far so good, Death thought. +| He was playing a first-person shooter, something violent. +| Death walked past him and watched out of the corner +| of his eye. The kid was good. Death decided +| to congratulate him. He had his trumpet in his hand. + +[himself in the mirror]: moongone.html +[with dead eyes]: big-dipper.html +[tomato on the vine]: wallpaper.html +[the metaphor was]: leaf.html +[missed a spot]: january.html +[kitchen blinds like smoke]: what-we-are-made-of.html diff --git a/wip/i-am2.txt b/wip/i-am2.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0a8ae81 --- /dev/null +++ b/wip/i-am2.txt @@ -0,0 +1,11 @@ +I am a great pillar of white smoke. +I am Lot's nameless wife encased in salt. + +I am the wound on Christ's wrist groaning +under the repeated weight of a hammer. + +I am the nail in the wound that points +toward heaven. I am the nail that holds + +his kingdom together around my cold +thin body. diff --git a/wip/makefile b/wip/makefile new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1a93669 --- /dev/null +++ b/wip/makefile @@ -0,0 +1,5 @@ +stuff = i-am +grump = $(patsubst %,%*,$(stuff)) + +test: + @echo $(grump) -- cgit 1.4.1-21-gabe81