From 513d06a89bdbe2fb563cb3bc85a04ac0fe059aba Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Rye Progress Date: Mon, 17 Jun 2024 23:10:37 -0700 Subject: [PATCH] Mild formatting --- content/_index.md | 2 +- content/the-margin-of-the-terrifying.md | 18 +++++++++--------- 2 files changed, 10 insertions(+), 10 deletions(-) diff --git a/content/_index.md b/content/_index.md index 4816cf4..fd4bc6c 100644 --- a/content/_index.md +++ b/content/_index.md @@ -6,7 +6,7 @@ n. pl. **flor·i·le·gi·a** */-dʒi ə/* > A collection of excerpts from written texts, especially works of literature. -*Florilegium* is a series of essays exploring just how much space we're allowed to take up in the world. While not all of them are provided here, a few are in order to give a sense of the overall work. This project serves as partial fulfillment my MFA in creative writing from Cornell College in Mount Vernon, IA. +*Florilegium* is a series of essays exploring just how much space we're allowed to take up in the world. The originals are provided here order to give a sense of the overall work. This project serves as partial fulfillment my MFA in creative writing from Cornell College in Mount Vernon, IA.
Dedication diff --git a/content/the-margin-of-the-terrifying.md b/content/the-margin-of-the-terrifying.md index aed2e66..56cf70a 100644 --- a/content/the-margin-of-the-terrifying.md +++ b/content/the-margin-of-the-terrifying.md @@ -307,15 +307,15 @@ Too many words, too many thoughts.
-But tell me, who are these itinerants, more fleeting than even -we ourselves, since early on wrung out by an urgent (for *whose* sake, *whose?*) -always unsatisfied will; which rather wrings them, -bends them, slings and swings them, throws them -and catches them back; and as from an oiled, -slipperier air, they come down -on the worn out carpet, thinner from their -incessant landing, this lost, forlorn carpet in the cosmos, -laid on there like a plaster, as if +But tell me, who are these itinerants, more fleeting than even
+we ourselves, since early on wrung out by an urgent (for *whose* sake, *whose?*)
+always unsatisfied will; which rather wrings them,
+bends them, slings and swings them, throws them
+and catches them back; and as from an oiled,
+slipperier air, they come down
+on the worn out carpet, thinner from their
+incessant landing, this lost, forlorn carpet in the cosmos,
+laid on there like a plaster, as if
Earth's skyward outskirts had been smarting there.
[Note] See Rilke p. 47