diff --git a/content/notes.md b/content/notes.md index 11c9094..92d53ab 100644 --- a/content/notes.md +++ b/content/notes.md @@ -416,160 +416,8 @@ Cf. Cummings: fill: #eee; } - - - - 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 - - + bees - a poem by Slow Hours 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 bees - a poem by Slow Hours bees are those who give us sweet in exchange for the names of the dead we whisper to their hives then wait a season for honey licking it from sticky fingers when we steal a taste is it any wonder then that honey can be so cloying we may marvel at how unbitter distilled names can be and still weep at parching-sweet memory Madison Rye Progress + #### Idumea diff --git a/static/bees.png b/static/bees.png new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d23b0e8 Binary files /dev/null and b/static/bees.png differ diff --git a/static/bees.svg b/static/bees.svg index 7d03fc7..250de8c 100644 --- a/static/bees.svg +++ b/static/bees.svg @@ -2,18 +2,23 @@ + xmlns:svg="http://www.w3.org/2000/svg" + xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" + xmlns:cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#" + xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"> + bees - a poem by Slow Hours + transform="translate(-18.071409,-54.783646)"> 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 weepand still weepat parching-sweetmemory• we whisperto their hivesthen wait a seasonfor honey licking itfrom sticky fingerswhen we steala taste + + + + bees - a poem by Slow Hours + bees are those who give us sweet in exchange for the names of the dead we whisper to their hives then wait a season for honey licking it from sticky fingers when we steal a taste is it any wonder then that honey can be so cloying we may marvel at how unbitter distilled names can be and still weep at parching-sweet memory + + + Madison Rye Progress + + + + +