
[The child killed his melancholy out of doors.
I heard voices that told me likewise to turn,
told me to talk with a knave,
told me to give.]
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Tuesday 17 January 1659/60.

[The child killed his melancholy out of doors.
I heard voices that told me likewise to turn,
told me to talk with a knave,
told me to give.]
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Tuesday 17 January 1659/60.
[I went to Twickenham to sit
I went to Twickenham to think
alone in a closet
I played on my flageolet
till the bell-man came by with his bell
and left my wife and the maid a-washing still.]
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Monday 16 January 1659/60.
[Having been a dog
I sleep in Greek,
say I believe in
supper, not work.]
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Sunday 15 January 1659/60.
~OR~
[Nothing
going to dinner to hear news to his house to my house to the coffee house
going on.]
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Saturday 14 January 1659/60. Two weeks in, I thought I’d see what this would look like if I used the eraser tool in Photoshop instead of the highlighting tool in Word. I like it better, but it’s more time-consuming to generate, so I might end up sticking with the “blacklighting.”
[the swan how high
how much the sword
a cunning swine played cards
where I went to hunt]
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Friday 13 January 1659/60
[I drink with a seaman,
a half moon and a barber,
play harp for a bit of meat
and send broke thoughts.]
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Thursday 12 January 1659/60
[Being captain, I leave late,
and—a game grown great and very tame—
with a pair of snuffers and a pair of shears
I see the small pox home.]
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Wednesday 11 January 1659/60
[The first sphere of wire
through heat of the sun
drank a star.
In his silk cloak, the chairman made
the rest of the day a bed.]
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Tuesday 10 January 1659/60
[I troubled my hands
with rogue handwriting.
Let posterity know how
the King desired coffee.
I heard for certain that
it would prove small pleasure.
I gave a bottle of mist
at a great loss.]
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Monday 9 January 1659/60
[Christ was a carpenter,
my wife, one coal of fire,
my father a bell.
A strange doctor stayed the death of tomorrow.]
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Sunday 8 January 1659/60