From 20a8f875a6b59c07dae99b26fac1c913e8c63390 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Rye Progress Date: Fri, 18 Oct 2024 22:38:06 -0700 Subject: [PATCH] Add bees reference --- content/notes.md | 169 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ static/bees.svg | 156 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 2 files changed, 325 insertions(+) create mode 100644 static/bees.svg diff --git a/content/notes.md b/content/notes.md index a29c2cd..11c9094 100644 --- a/content/notes.md +++ b/content/notes.md @@ -402,6 +402,175 @@ Cf. Cummings: > and staggered banged with terror through\ > a million billion trillion stars. +#### \[...\] *unbitter sweetness* \[...\] + + + + + + bees are thosewho give us sweetin exchange forthe names of the dead + is it any wonderthenthat honeycan be so cloying + we may marvelat how unbitterdistilled namescan be + and still weepat parching-sweetmemory• + we whisperto their hivesthen wait a seasonfor honey + licking itfrom sticky fingerswhen we steala taste + + + #### Idumea *Idumea* is named after a hymn by A. Davidson with words by Charles Wesley, published in *Sacred Tunes and Hymns: Containing a Special Collection of a Very High Order of Standard Sacred Tunes and Hymns Novel and Newly Arranged* by J. S. James in 1913. Idumea itself refers to Edom, a kingdom in the Ancient Near East. While this has little to do with the story told within, it does sound rather pleasing to the ear, does it not? And so does the hymn, at that. The hollowness of the song with all its open fifths, the raw, coarse beauty that comes with Sacred Harp singing, the beat of the tactus and the ache of the singers hollering out words that nearly yearn for death are what led to the title of this book. diff --git a/static/bees.svg b/static/bees.svg new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7d03fc7 --- /dev/null +++ b/static/bees.svg @@ -0,0 +1,156 @@ + + + + + + + bees are thosewho give us sweetin exchange forthe names of the dead + is it any wonderthenthat honeycan be so cloying + we may marvelat how unbitterdistilled namescan be + and still weepat parching-sweetmemory• + we whisperto their hivesthen wait a seasonfor honey + licking itfrom sticky fingerswhen we steala taste + +