From 7cd01456d02a3718e10b42523f40380bc5953bcb Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: MatMasIt <34745996+MatMasIt@users.noreply.github.com> Date: Wed, 14 Jul 2021 12:23:18 +0200 Subject: [PATCH] Create Alembic.tex --- Alembic.tex | 371 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 1 file changed, 371 insertions(+) create mode 100644 Alembic.tex diff --git a/Alembic.tex b/Alembic.tex new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d334b03 --- /dev/null +++ b/Alembic.tex @@ -0,0 +1,371 @@ +\documentclass[a4paper,twoside, openany]{book} +%% "openany" allows for chapters on odd pages +\usepackage{hyperref} +\usepackage{titlesec} +\usepackage{xcolor} +\usepackage{varwidth} +\newenvironment{Verse} + {\center\varwidth{\linewidth}\fontsize{18}{21.6}\selectfont} + {\endvarwidth\endcenter} +%% verse but centered and bigger +\titleformat{\chapter}[display] + {\normalfont\bfseries}{}{0pt}{\Huge} +\renewcommand{\contentsname}{Table of Contents} +\hypersetup{colorlinks=true,linkcolor=blue,urlcolor=blue} +\usepackage[utf8]{inputenc}\begin{document} +\font\mytitle=cmr12 at 40pt +\newcommand{\MONTH}{% + \ifcase\the\month + \or January% 1 + \or February% 2 + \or March% 3 + \or April% 4 + \or May% 5 + \or June% 6 + \or July% 7 + \or August% 8 + \or September% 9 + \or October% 10 + \or November% 11 + \or December% 12 + \fi} +%% Month of compilation +\title{\mytitle Alembic} +\author{Mattia Mascarello} +\date{} +%% I don't want that in the title +\frontmatter +\maketitle +\pagestyle{empty} +%% copyrightpage +\begingroup +\footnotesize +\parindent 0pt +\parskip \baselineskip +CC BY-SA 4.0 \the\year{} Mattia Mascarello\\ + + Distribuito sotto la licenza the \href{https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0/}{"Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International (CC BY-SA 4.0) "} license + + Poems by Mattia Mascarello + + +\vfill + +\begin{center} +Anywhere the wind blows +\end{center} + + +\begin{center} +\begin{tabular}{ll} +Current Edition: \MONTH \space \the\year +\end{tabular} +\end{center} + +\vfill + +Mattia Mascarello, \\ +Alba (CN), Italy \\ +\href{mailto:mattia.mascarello@outlook.it}{mattia.mascarello@outlook.it}\\ +\href{https://github.com/MatMasIt}{Github}\\ +\href{https://t.me/matmasak}{Telegram} + + + +\vspace*{2\baselineskip} +\endgroup +\clearpage + + +\pagestyle{empty} +\begin{center} +Thanks to Eva Gotta +\end{center} +\clearpage + + +\pagestyle{empty} +\begin{center} +\textbf{Preface}\\ +My stream of thought is stored in this container as I progress to read it +Essentially, a collection +\end{center} +\clearpage + + +\pagestyle{empty} +\begin{center} +\end{center} +\clearpage +\tableofcontents +\mainmatter + + +\chapter{Cogs} +\begin{Verse} + Cogs of Ice\\ + Tick and Slide\\ + Subdivide the Time in Time\\ + Slow or steady to demise\\ + Who shall melt and who shall dance\\ + On the thin floor of life? +\end{Verse} + + +\chapter{Parcel} +\begin{Verse} + Wherever may I find my body wandering and where I lay my hand\\ + A lone and unknown land\\ + Just follows me and never leaves\\ + Oh when has this begun?\\ + + To them I say let there be \\ + a land I know and love\\ + and not the parcel nature gave\\ + to spare with me alone. +\end{Verse} + + +\chapter{Parcel} +\begin{Verse} + An old typewriter lies on the desk\\ + Rolls of types and rolls of life\\ + the impression of a hot coffee\\ + on a cloudy morning\\ + and the prints of a dead hand.\\ + Oh young age, regret and retribution\\ + The keys' noise covers my thought\\ + and the noise that I bear inside. +\end{Verse} + + +\chapter{Friction} +\begin{Verse} + Friction\\ + Friction\\ + Metal scraping\\ + Glass beheading\\ + Where we’re heading?\\ + Sleep and\\ + tick and\\ + turn and\\ + twist and \\ + walk and\\ + sit, for what?\\ + Desist?\\ + Your calculations\\ + fail. +\end{Verse} + + +\chapter{Machines} +\begin{Verse} + Polygons of vision\\ + A field of empty vectors\\ + Directed to imperfection\\ + Escape your judgment\\ + Machines of flesh\\ + Which make machines\\ + For this you see\\ + 'tis what thee be. +\end{Verse} + + +\chapter{OK} +\begin{Verse} + Ok\\ + Why?\\ + OK\\ + What does it mean?\\ + What do you mean?\\ + This is ridiculous\\ + Ok\\ + The alarm is sounding\\ + Ok\\ + For well you see the waste this\\ + all\ + be\\ + O\\ + K. +\end{Verse} + + +\chapter{Masters of Doubt} +\begin{Verse} + Do you feel good?\\ + Do you feel fine?\\ + What must be word\\ + that you make so flag of yourself\\ + When you proceed\\ + To bury the dead. +\end{Verse} + + +\chapter{Second Line} +\begin{Verse} + Buffer of thought\\ + Distilled and saw\\ + It keeps bouncing inside\\ + Until you drown it in fire. +\end{Verse} + + +\chapter{Steam} +\begin{Verse} + Steam, fire, electricity\\ + Some machines feed on it\\ + Some machines die on it\\ + All walk on the ribbon\\ + It goes extremely wide. +\end{Verse} + + +\chapter{Imaginary} +\begin{Verse} + Flow\\ + Fly\\ + In the sky\\ + Slowly tired\\ + Not explored anything\\ + But still\\ + You may try. +\end{Verse} +\chapter{Sweden} +\begin{Verse} + What shall say thee?\\ + 2418\\ + Walk to the beam\\ + Shines so lightly\\ + Moves so brightly\\ + When you’ll think then\\ + Don’t complain me\\ + For what I see\\ + Is the most wide sea. +\end{Verse} + +\chapter{Contempt} +\begin{Verse} + Acknowledge it!\\ + Acknowledge it yourself\\ + The forces that behind you\\ + are pushing your contempt\\ + You see someone up there\\ + but no-one but yourself\\ + You think the freest free is what\\ + the heat has quickly fled\\ + No intention to assimilate\\ + let alone to adjudicate\\ + The superstructure of your thought\\ + is laid upon bones. +\end{Verse} + + +\chapter{Resonance} +\begin{Verse} + Glaring eyes to the public\\ + you notice something:\\ + an entity which resonates\\ + the same frequency as you\\ + Be sure as well to keep in phase\\ + that’s what you’re going to do\\ + because if not you know that, too\\ + you’ll cancel whole in two. +\end{Verse} + +\chapter{Beat} +\begin{Verse} + Beat him! + No, don’t despair\\ + There’s always a second place for losers,\\ + that’s hell\\ + Beat her!\\ + Look at your foe in the eyes\\ + You might both as well call it a tie\\ + For in this fight the only winner is who doesn't cry.\\ + Was that anytime?\\ + Well, everyone stops fighting when they die. +\end{Verse} + +\chapter{Walk} +\begin{Verse} + Walk downtown,\\ + looking around\\ + The movement, the sound\\ + The rubble on the ground\\ + changing\\ + slowly chaining\\ + Men walking in the snow\\ + Where do they go?\\ + What do they know?\\ + A solitary chimney\\ + Is coughing up some smoke\\ + You sit on the edge of the plane\\ + Which separates from them all. +\end{Verse} + +\chapter{Act} +\begin{Verse} + A close call\\ + It’s ringing\\ + You might as well pick up your phone\\ + Oh, look, it’s your friend\\ + He’s asking what you’ve done\\ + Interact is all you do,\\ + It flows inside everyone and all\\ + What did you make of it? +\end{Verse} + +\chapter{Bell} +\begin{Verse} + Rain and Snow\\ + Outside a shell of shells\\ + So while outside it’s cold as hell\\ + You ring the bell, for dinner’s served\\ + However don’t rejoice so much\\ + because you it’s not for you to know\\ + what then you’ll tell. +\end{Verse} + +\chapter{Blue} +\begin{Verse} + Looking in the eyes\\ + the broadcast just begun\\ + for there's some connection\\ + which requires no waveform\\ + oscillators dance, that's sure\\ + but what might they do\\ + when the only station I am tuning in\\ + is you. +\end{Verse} + +\chapter{Red} +\begin{Verse} + What Irony of a substance,\\ + powering such squalor\\ + mess of cogs and sweat\\ + But when the oil leaks\\ + the pain deceives\\ + that friction's gone.\\ +\end{Verse} + +\chapter{Casino} +\begin{Verse} + Wait\\ + This game is rigged!\\ + What did you expect?\\ + Someone's gonna have to finance\\ + heaven and hell. +\end{Verse} + +\chapter{War} +\begin{Verse} + Go away and come\\ + command\\ + sustain\\ + engage\\ + and train\\ + terrain\\ + TERRAIN\\ + TERRAIN! +\end{Verse} +\end{document}