Autopsy

Sam Pepys and me

Up early, and being called up to my Lord he did give me many commands in his business. As about taking care to write to my uncle that Mr. Barnewell’s papers should be locked up, in case he should die, he being now suspected to be very ill. Also about consulting with Mr. W. Montagu for the settling of the 4000l. a year that the King had promised my Lord. As also about getting of Mr. George Montagu to be chosen at Huntingdon this next Parliament, &c.
That done he to White Hall stairs with much company, and I with him; where we took water for Lambeth, and there coach for Portsmouth.
The Queen’s things were all in White Hall Court ready to be sent away, and her Majesty ready to be gone an hour after to Hampton Court to-night, and so to be at Portsmouth on Saturday next.
I by water to my office, and there all the morning, and so home to dinner, where I found Pall (my sister) was come; but I do not let her sit down at table with me, which I do at first that she may not expect it hereafter from me. After dinner I to Westminster by water, and there found my brother Spicer at the Leg with all the rest of the Exchequer men (most of whom I now do not know) at dinner. Here I staid and drank with them, and then to Mr. George Montagu about the business of election, and he did give me a piece in gold; so to my Lord’s and got the chest of plate brought to the Exchequer, and my brother Spicer put it into his treasury. So to Will’s with them to a pot of ale, and so parted.
I took a turn in the Hall, and bought the King and Chancellor’s speeches at the dissolving the Parliament last Saturday.
So to my Lord’s, and took my money I brought ‘thither last night and the silver candlesticks, and by coach left the latter at Alderman Backwell’s, I having no use for them, and the former home. There stood a man at our door, when I carried it in, and saw me, which made me a little afeard.
Up to my chamber and wrote letters to Huntingdon and did other business.
This day I lent Sir W. Batten and Captn. Rider my chine of beef for to serve at dinner tomorrow at Trinity House, the Duke of Albemarle being to be there and all the rest of the Brethren, it being a great day for the reading over of their new Charter, which the King hath newly given them.

taking care to lock up
I die on the stairs

mouth to mouth
oh sister or brother

having a door
made fear my amber

hunting for a tomorrow
here in art


Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Wednesday 2 January 1660/61.

Blooms, Occasionally

river in November light between bare woods and mountain
You know no proper toast for the realization 
that all the years of married life combined 

now add up to more than half your age. A minor 
miracle, considering you swore you'd never 

do it again. Only in two of those years did the night-
blooming cereus show itself. And only in a few

instances did you feel you were ready to throw in 
the towel, storm off into the night and never come

back. Which is to say, perhaps you might not have liked 
always being by yourself. When the flower that blooms 

only for a night starts unfurling its petals, the sight 
and scent last a few hours. The botanical guide suggests 

holding a late night party; you and your loves could watch
as this scrawny vine blooms, and takes your breath away.

Poetry Blog Digest 2023, Weeks 51-52: Holidaze edition

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Housemates

Sam Pepys and me

At the end of the last and the beginning of this year, I do live in one of the houses belonging to the Navy Office, as one of the principal officers, and have done now about half a year. After much trouble with workmen I am now almost settled; my family being, myself, my wife, Jane, Will. Hewer, and Wayneman, my girle’s brother.
Myself in constant good health, and in a most handsome and thriving condition. Blessed be Almighty God for it. I am now taking of my sister to come and live with me. As to things of State.—The King settled, and loved of all. The Duke of York matched to my Lord Chancellor’s daughter, which do not please many. The Queen upon her return to France with the Princess Henrietta. The Princess of Orange lately dead, and we into new mourning for her.
We have been lately frighted with a great plot, and many taken up on it, and the fright not quite over. The Parliament, which had done all this great good to the King, beginning to grow factious, the King did dissolve it December 29th last, and another likely to be chosen speedily.
I take myself now to be worth 300l. clear in money, and all my goods and all manner of debts paid, which are none at all.
Called up this morning by Mr. Moore, who brought me my last things for me to sign for the last month, and to my great comfort tells me that my fees will come to 80l. clear to myself, and about 25l. for him, which he hath got out of the pardons, though there be no fee due to me at all out of them.
Then comes in my brother Thomas, and after him my father, Dr. Thomas Pepys, my uncle Fenner and his two sons (Anthony’s only child dying this morning, yet he was so civil to come, and was pretty merry) to breakfast; and I had for them a barrel of oysters, a dish of neat’s tongues, and a dish of anchovies, wine of all sorts, and Northdown ale. We were very merry till about eleven o’clock, and then they went away.
At noon I carried my wife by coach to my cozen, Thomas Pepys, where we, with my father, Dr. Thomas, cozen Stradwick, Scott, and their wives, dined. Here I saw first his second wife, which is a very respectfull woman, but his dinner a sorry, poor dinner for a man of his estate, there being nothing but ordinary meat in it. To-day the King dined at a lord’s, two doors from us. After dinner I took my wife to Whitehall, I sent her to Mrs. Pierces (where we should have dined today), and I to the Privy Seal, where Mr. Moore took out all his money, and he and I went to Mr. Pierces; in our way seeing the Duke of York bring his Lady this day to wait upon the Queen, the first time that ever she did since that great business; and the Queen is said to receive her now with much respect and love; and there he cast up the fees, and I told the money, by the same token one 100l. bag, after I had told it, fell all about the room, and I fear I have lost some of it.
That done I left my friends and went to my Lord’s, but he being not come in I lodged the money with Mr. Shepley, and bade good night to Mr. Moore, and so returned to Mr. Pierces, and there supped with them, and Mr. Pierce, the purser, and his wife and mine, where we had a calf’s head carboned, but it was raw, we could not eat it, and a good hen. But she is such a slut that I do not love her victualls.
After supper I sent them home by coach, and I went to my Lord’s and there played till 12 at night at cards at Best with J. Goods and N. Osgood, and then to bed with Mr. Shepley.

I live with
a family of the dead

we dissolve like all last things
on the tongue

north of nothing
but white and fear

I have a calf’s head
to play cards


Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Tuesday 1 January 1661.

Seven for the New Year

river in November light between bare woods and mountain
~ after Issa

One screw falls off
the doorbell; it's somewhere
        in the grass, not chiming. 

We no longer write 
checks—no danger now 
        of getting the year wrong.

Colder and colder, but only 
cloudy. We snip lacy
         paper into snowflakes.

Oysters drawn up from
the river depths. Find the hinge
         with the point of a knife. 

It's always easiest after
the yield. Then they slide
         sweet down the throat.

New moon soon after the new
year. Raise a glass with hints
          of oak, cardamom, allspice.

Let's make no resolutions—
after all, we are here.
          Let's be here.

Year’s end

Sam Pepys and me

At the office all the morning and after that home, and not staying to dine I went out, and in Paul’s Church-yard I bought the play of “Henry the Fourth,” and so went to the new Theatre (only calling at Mr. Crew’s and eat a bit with the people there at dinner) and saw it acted; but my expectation being too great, it did not please me, as otherwise I believe it would; and my having a book, I believe did spoil it a little.
That being done I went to my Lord’s, where I found him private at cards with my Lord Lauderdale and some persons of honour. So Mr. Shepley and I over to Harper’s, and there drank a pot or two, and so parted. My boy taking a cat home with him from my Lord’s, which Sarah had given him for my wife, we being much troubled with mice.
At Whitehall inquiring for a coach, there was a Frenchman with one eye that was going my way, so he and I hired the coach between us and he set me down in Fenchurch Street. Strange how the fellow, without asking, did tell me all what he was, and how he had ran away from his father and come into England to serve the King, and now going back again.
Home and to bed.

I dine with the people
in my book

done with the cat
one eye going my way

down without asking
how to land


Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Monday 31 December 1660.

Gathered

Sam Pepys and me

(Lord’s day). Lay long in bed, and being up, I went with Will to my Lord’s, calling in at many churches in my way. There I found Mr. Shepley, in his Venetian cap, taking physique in his chamber, and with him I sat till dinner.
My Lord dined abroad and my Lady in her chamber, so Mr. Hetly, Child and I dined together, and after dinner Mr. Child and I spent some time at the lute, and so promising to prick me some lessons to my theorbo he went away to see Henry Laws, who lies very sick.
I to the Abby and walked there, seeing the great confusion of people that come there to hear the organs. So home, calling in at my father’s, but staid not, my father and mother being both forth.
At home I fell a-reading of Fuller’s Church History till it was late, and so to bed.

in bed with all
my organs in me
reading till late


Erasure haiku derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Sunday 30 December 1660.

Twelve Round Fruit

river in November light between bare woods and mountain
Above the Elizabeth River, the sky boils 
           red and orange, fiery as the flames 
that have rained all year through the world.
          This we can call beautiful, before it fades
in a flash, swallowed by the throat of universal
          night. Around the neighborhood, sweep 
of streets carpeted with dry pine needles. 
          Students not yet back to crowd campus—
I like the tentative quiet of this interval, this small 
          cup at the end of the year filling with odds 
and ends of insect sound and the airhorn of 
          an occasional tugboat. On the counter,
I arrange a bowl of twelve round fruit, their cheeks 
         full and their skins firm: may the year be like them.

Ode to January

river in November light between bare woods and mountain
Cleaning up, in a file folder I find forms
reminding me insurance coverage is 
about to expire for the dryer, refrigerator, 
dishwasher; and an email from work 
reminds me I need to change my password 
in seven days. My passport has also expired.
Some library books are almost due. The milk 
is past its "sell by" date, and I don't 
remember how long a mystery 
condiment has sat in its jar in the back 
of the shelf. We are one day away 
from the first of the year— when even 
without fanfare, it's possible to look  
backward and forward at the same time.