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. --- worse-looking-over.html | 2 +- 1 file changed, 1 insertion(+), 1 deletion(-) (limited to 'worse-looking-over.html') diff --git a/worse-looking-over.html b/worse-looking-over.html index 89347cd..f150eb9 100644 --- a/worse-looking-over.html +++ b/worse-looking-over.html @@ -36,7 +36,7 @@
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The radio is screaming the man
on the radio will not be quiet he is
pushed far into the background
while some NPR talkers murmur over
his screaming he lost something
very important. He says it over
and over but they do not listen
they think of their children at home
lying in bed dreaming sweet
childhood one of them is staying over
at a friend’s house they are staying
up late they never want it to be over
not like the man. His life on the radio
will be the only one he ever has
his life it is wasted he’s being spoken over
such pain is in his voice. I wish you
could hear it. It’s something never over.
Suffering everywhere always and over it
the same serene murmur of the comfortable
distracted or worse looking over
the shoulder and quietly looking away.

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The radio is screaming the manon the radio will not be quiet he ispushed far into the backgroundwhile some NPR talkers murmur overhis screaming he lost somethingvery important. He says it overand over but they do not listenthey think of their children at homelying in bed dreaming sweetchildhood one of them is staying overat a friend’s house they are stayingup late they never want it to be overnot like the man. His life on the radiowill be the only one he ever hashis life it is wasted he’s being spoken oversuch pain is in his voice. I wish youcould hear it. It’s something never over.Suffering everywhere always and over itthe same serene murmur of the comfortabledistracted or worse looking overthe shoulder and quietly looking away.