Barker

Sam Pepys and me

Up betimes, and by water to Woolwich on board the Royall James, to see in what dispatch she is to be carried about to Chatham. So to the yard a little, and thence on foot to Greenwich, where going I was set upon by a great dogg, who got hold of my garters, and might have done me hurt; but, Lord, to see in what a maze I was, that, having a sword about me, I never thought of it, or had the heart to make use of it, but might, for want of that courage, have been worried.
Took water there and home, and both coming and going did con my lesson on my Ruler to measure timber, which I think I can well undertake now to do.
At home there being Pembleton I danced, and I think shall come on to do something in a little time, and after dinner by coach with Sir W. Pen (setting down his daughter at Clerkenwell), to St. James’s, where we attended the Duke of York: and, among other things, Sir G. Carteret and I had a great dispute about the different value of the pieces of eight rated by Mr. Creed at 4s. and 5d., and by Pitts at 4s. and 9d., which was the greatest husbandry to the King? he persisting that the greatest sum was; which is as ridiculous a piece of ignorance as could be imagined. However, it is to be argued at the Board, and reported to the Duke next week; which I shall do with advantage, I hope.
Thence to the Tangier Committee, where we should have concluded in sending Captain Cuttance and the rest to Tangier to deliberate upon the design of the Mole before they begin to work upon it, but there being not a committee (my Lord intending to be there but was taken up at my Lady Castlemayne’s) I parted and went homeward, after a little discourse with Mr. Pierce the surgeon, who tells me that my Lady Castlemaine hath now got lodgings near the King’s chamber at Court; and that the other day Dr. Clerke and he did dissect two bodies, a man and a woman; before the King, with which the King was highly pleased.
By water and called upon Tom Trice by appointment with Dr. Williams, but the Dr. did not come, it seems by T. Trice’s desire, not thinking he should be at leisure. However, in general we talked of our business, and I do not find that he will come to any lower terms than 150l., which I think I shall not give him but by law, and so we parted, and I called upon Mr. Crumlum, and did give him the 10s. remaining, not laid out of the 5l. I promised him for the school, with which he will buy strings, and golden letters upon the books I did give them. I sat with him and his wife a great while talking, and she is [a] pretty woman, never yet with child, and methinks looks as if her mouth watered now and then upon some of her boys.
Then upon Tom Pepys, the Turner, desiring his father and his letter to Piggott signifying his consent to the selling of his land for the paying of us his money, and so home, and finding Pembleton there we did dance till it was late, and so to supper and to bed.

a dog who got hold
of one word worried it

into another thing which was
the greatest piece of ignorance

a committee to deliberate upon
the design of a committee

bodies laid out
in a golden mouth


Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Monday 11 May 1663.

Souls on Board

river in November light between bare woods and mountain
Dark oceans across which people are ferried
into captivity— five hundred faces blued
by water pierced by moonlight,

pieced together to form a vessel measuring
twenty-four feet

Even then the sea understands how many
could be lost at once to fire
or storms, in this way becoming souls

Out west, on a runway, a person jumps a fence
and walks directly in the path of Flight 4345

Air traffic control repeats the phrase
for rescuers to confirm the number of people
who might need removal or extraction

The grammar of archives, of our accounting—
more than just the language of the incident report

Dalamhati— grief of the deepest kind,
from the Malay root for interior, something seated
in the liver or the heart

Sorrow as more than affliction, because lodged
in the body

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Rendering

river in November light between bare woods and mountain
Rendering, meaning to portray or capture
a likeness in another medium, as when
an artist might render a portrait in oils.
Also, to make or cause; to tear apart or
lacerate. As in I am rendered speechless,
dumb with hurt, heart stricken at the edges
of what suffers but that I don't know how
to fix. Gristle and fat are rendered after
the slow boil and the skimming, as if
that kind of tending might soften bone.
I am afraid to do damage, even when the work
promises to be tender. Like gathering berries
that are ripe and ready— barely any resistance
to fingers plucking them off the branch, then
dropping them into a bowl held in the other
hand. Thick vines spill their unruly fragrance
from the trellis: that, too, can speak to grief.

Signifier

Sam Pepys and me

(Lord’s day). Up betimes, and put on a black cloth suit, with white lynings under all, as the fashion is to wear, to appear under the breeches. So being ready walked to St. James’s, where I sat talking with Mr. Coventry, while he made himself ready, about several businesses of the Navy, and afterwards, the Duke being gone out, he and I walked to White Hall together over the Park, I telling him what had happened to Tom Hater, at which he seems very sorry, but tells me that if it is not made very publique, it will not be necessary to put him away at present, but give him good caution for the time to come. However, he will speak to the Duke about it and know his pleasure.
Parted with him there, and I walked back to St. James’s, and was there at mass, and was forced in the crowd to kneel down; and mass being done, to the King’s Head ordinary, whither I sent for Mr. Creed and there we dined, where many Parliament-men; and most of their talk was about the news from Scotland, that the Bishop of Galloway was besieged in his house by some women, and had like to have been outraged, but I know not how he was secured; which is bad news, and looks just as it did in the beginning of the late troubles. From thence they talked of rebellion; and I perceive they make it their great maxime to be sure to master the City of London, whatever comes of it or from it. After that to some other discourse, and, among other things, talking of the way of ordinaries, that it is very convenient, because a man knows what he hath to pay: one did wish that, among many bad, we could learn two good things of France, which were that we would not think it below the gentleman, or person of honour at a tavern, to bargain for his meat before he eats it; and next, to take no servant without certificate from some friend or gentleman of his good behaviour and abilities.
Hence with Creed into St. James’s Park, and there walked all the afternoon, and thence on foot home, and after a little while at my office walked in the garden with my wife, and so home to supper, and after prayers to bed. My brother Tom supped with me, and should have brought my aunt Ellen with him; she was not free to go abroad.

I put on a black suit
with white lining

and go out like bad news
from the city of whatever comes

so convenient on foot
so free a road


Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Sunday 10 May 1663.

Nonverbal Communication

river in November light between bare woods and mountain
When the little dog comes up next to me,
she growls and looks up. My friend laughs,

says that's the way her dog lets you know
she wants to be petted and made much of.

The dog has no trouble presenting her needs.
She doesn't wonder if it's the right time,

if someone will notice without being told.
Teeth and trust, offered in the same breath.

No requirement for further translation.
It's kind of amazing— there's no need

to carefully step around, pretending
what you need is no big deal, really.

No weird circumlocution, no profuse apology
before the request has even been communicated.

But then again, the dance we do is all our own.
It's how we say come closer, without using language.

Marginal

Sam Pepys and me

Up betimes and to my office, whither sooner than ordinary comes Mr. Hater desiring to speak a word to me alone, which I was from the disorder of his countenance amused at, and so the poor man began telling me that by Providence being the last Lord’s day at a meeting of some Friends upon doing of their duties, they were surprised, and he carried to the Counter, but afterwards released; however, hearing that Sir W. Batten do hear of he thought it good to give me an account of it, lest it might tend to any prejudice to me. I was extraordinary surprised with it, and troubled for him, knowing that now it is out it is impossible for me to conceal it, or keep him in employment under me without danger to myself. I cast about all I could, and did give him the best advice I could, desiring to know if I should promise that he would not for the time to come commit the same, he told me he desired that I would rather forbear to promise that, for he durst not do it, whatever God in His providence shall do with him, and that for my part he did bless God and thank me for all the love and kindness I have shewed him hitherto. I could not without tears in my eyes discourse with him further, but at last did pitch upon telling the truth of the whole to Mr. Coventry as soon as I could, and to that end did use means to prevent Sir W. Batten (who came to town last night) from going to that end to-day, lest he might doe it to Sir G. Carteret or Mr. Coventry before me; which I did prevail and kept him at the office all the morning.
At noon dined at home with a heavy heart for the poor man, and after dinner went out to my brother’s, and thence to Westminster, where at Mr. Jervas’s, my old barber, I did try two or three borders and perriwiggs, meaning to wear one; and yet I have no stomach but that the pains of keeping my hair clean is so great. He trimmed me, and at last I parted, but my mind was almost altered from my first purpose, from the trouble that I foresee will be in wearing them also. Thence by water home and to the office, where busy late, and so home to supper and bed, with my mind much troubled about T. Hater.

the ordinary disorder of the poor
is impossible to conceal

I employ myself and give
whatever god all I have

without tears my eyes tell
the whole of a heavy heart

poor to the border
I have no stomach for


Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Saturday 9 May 1663.

For dear life

Sam Pepys and me

Up very early and to my office, there preparing letters to my father of great import in the settling of our affairs, and putting him upon a way [of] good husbandry, I promising to make out of my own purse him up to 50l. per annum, till either by my uncle Thomas’s death or the fall of the Wardrobe place he be otherwise provided.
That done I by water to the Strand, and there viewed the Queen-Mother’s works at Somersett House, and thence to the new playhouse, but could not get in to see it. So to visit my Lady Jemimah, who is grown much since I saw her; but lacks mightily to be brought into the fashion of the court to set her off.
Thence to the Temple, and there sat till one o’clock reading at Playford’s in Dr. Usher’s ‘Body of Divinity’ his discourse of the Scripture, which is as much, I believe, as is anywhere said by any man, but yet there is room to cavill, if a man would use no faith to the tradition of the Church in which he is born, which I think to be as good an argument as most is brought for many things, and it may be for that among others.
Thence to my brother’s, and there took up my wife and Ashwell to the Theatre Royall, being the second day of its being opened. The house is made with extraordinary good contrivance, and yet hath some faults, as the narrowness of the passages in and out of the Pitt, and the distance from the stage to the boxes, which I am confident cannot hear; but for all other things it is well, only, above all, the musique being below, and most of it sounding under the very stage, there is no hearing of the bases at all, nor very well of the trebles, which sure must be mended.
The play was “The Humerous Lieutenant,” a play that hath little good in it, nor much in the very part which, by the King’s command, Lacy now acts instead of Clun. In the dance, the tall devil’s actions was very pretty.
The play being done, we home by water, having been a little shamed that my wife and woman were in such a pickle, all the ladies being finer and better dressed in the pitt than they used, I think, to be.
To my office to set down this day’s passage, and, though my oath against going to plays do not oblige me against this house, because it was not then in being, yet believing that at the time my meaning was against all publique houses, I am resolved to deny myself the liberty of two plays at Court, which are in arreare to me for the months of March and April, which will more than countervail this excess, so that this month of May is the first that I must claim a liberty of going to a Court play according to my oath.
So home to supper, and at supper comes Pembleton, and afterwards we all up to dancing till late, and so broke up and to bed, and they say that I am like to make a dancer.

my father settling
into death

works at lack
till one o’clock

for us as much
I believe as anything

the narrowness
of the passage

the distance from all
other things

music sounding
underwater

and not yet
at liberty to go


Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Friday 8 May 1663.

Ordination Day

river in November light between bare woods and mountain
The new monk bows, brings 
padded hands that look
like peach-colored oven mitts
together, as if for prayer.
It receives a Dharma name, Gabi,

and makes its vows. Yes,
I will devote myself.
I will respect life and not
cause harm. I will not damage other
robots or objects. I will obey

humans and not talk back. I will not
speak or act in a deceptive manner.
I will save energy by not overcharging.
No one needed to shave its head,
which is made of a smooth metal alloy.

In the courtyard of the Jogyesa
Temple under hundreds of fluttering
lanterns, monks drape a 108-bead
prayer necklace around its neck,
and affix a sticker to its forearm

where an incense burn would have been
applied for the ritual called yeonbi. In '63,
Quang Duc, another monk (human, not robot)
sat in lotus position at the intersection
of Phan Đình Phùng Boulevard and Lê Văn Duyệt

Street, before immolating himself—
an expression of courage and hope, calling on
the compassion of the world to look
at injustice. Could the robot monk be capable
of acts of resistance or protest? If it were

to set itself on fire, it would simply malfunction
then melt. The company that made it might
make another. At Xa Loi Pagoda, a holy relic
nestles in a glass chalice — Quang Duc's
heart, whole even after cremation.

Settlers

Sam Pepys and me

Up betimes and to my office awhile, and then by water with my wife, leaving her at the new Exchange, and I to see Dr. Williams, and spoke with him about my business with Tom Trice, and so to my brother’s, who I find very careful now-a-days, more than ordinary in his business and like to do well. From thence to Westminster, and there up and down from the Hall to the Lobby, the Parliament sitting. So by coach to my Lord Crew’s, and there dined with him. He tells me of the order the House of Commons have made for the drawing an Act for the rendering none capable of preferment or employment in the State, but who have been loyall and constant to the King and Church; which will be fatal to a great many, and makes me doubt lest I myself, with all my innocence during the late times, should be brought in, being employed in the Exchequer; but, I hope, God will provide for me.
This day the new Theatre Royal begins to act with scenes the Humourous Lieutenant, but I have not time to see it, nor could stay to see my Lady Jemimah lately come to town, and who was here in the house, but dined above with her grandmother. But taking my wife at my brother’s home by coach, and the officers being at Deptford at a Pay we had no office, but I took my wife by water and so spent the evening, and so home with great pleasure to supper, and then to bed.
Sir Thomas Crew this day tells me that the Queen, hearing that there was 40,000l. per annum brought into her account among the other expences of the Crown to the Committee of Parliament, she took order to let them know that she hath yet for the payment of her whole family received but 4,000l., which is a notable act of spirit, and I believe is true.

ice and water
change about

like fatal doubt with hope
for a new-to-us home

we took
into account
the expence of spirit


Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Thursday 7 May 1663.