This is an erasure post. The original version was both too long and too revealing. The skeleton version makes less sense but holds more mystery, I think.
In hours, pushed, eye-rolling, huffing.
Five hours. I found her angle.
Risk a fool, like picking a scab. A person,
a villain, at least refusal. If hope
would speed silence!
Little judgment next. I gathered my things.
Later! Bother! In five hours,
the scope, nothing.
What I meant was, I’m wracked. I’m shutting
the door, halfway. An about face. HEAVEN!
It took unreason to drive the welcome —
Oh file, reference — mantra even. Five hours.
Back. Just BE! Oops.
Like morning needing witness,
she would chance fact, impossible
keep. I am
undone.
1). Start with a source document. Mine is a letter written in 1740 by Eliza Lucas Pinckney to her father.
2). Black out some words (or select some) or both.
3). Type up and read, edit if desired.
4). Repeat. Enjoy the variations.
I followed two rules: 1) all words in the Erasure Poem must be in the order that they appear in the source document and 2) all words must remain in their original form (i.e. the same tense or person). I made an exception to rule two and updated archaic spellings.
This technique, very popular in altered book circles, is one I’ve used for collage, but never for poetry. Relative to the historic fiction I’m writing (Eliza is one of the main characters), I was curious what might be revealed — anything new or useful about Eliza or her circumstances?
All of this was inspired by a poetry reading a few weeks back at Sam Durant‘s “The Meeting House” in Concord, Mass. (an Arts and the Landscape event sponsored by Trustees of Reservations). Four poets read. One of them was 2015 National Book Award winner for Poetry, Robin Coste Lewis (pictured above), who offered an erasure piece. It was intensely moving (you can hear her read three of her poems, here).
Letter from Eliza to her Father, 1740 ONE
Honorable Sir,
Words to express the situation
beyond expression
the fearful immediate
danger
as I must own some
advantages
such as honor, perhaps profit too.
Put in with my just cause
the love you avoid
by unjust means.
The assurance that this life
depends on Dear Sir,
you.
Injurious to imagine
Heroism.
I deserve
this time.
You always persevere
Honorable Sir.
Your Daughter
***
Letter from Eliza to her Father, 1740 TWO
To Colonel,
I want words
from you.
The situation terrifies us.
Immediate danger.
I must own
You are sensible.
Might some advantages arise
such as honor, profit too,
mere trifles
in the balance?
A just cause in preference
to every other means.
Courage enough
to will the thought
unworthy of you.
To pretend to Heroism
should conceal fears
and affections.
Always prayer.
Your most obedient
Daughter
***
Letter from Eliza to her Father, 1740 THREE
To Sir,
I want words under you, us
Beyond and increased
Some place to differ
There, when put in the balance
Life
A just cause
Love
You avoid the assurance
that this welfare
injurious, I deserve.
To pretend
Heroism, I conceal
perpetual apprehensions.
I am always the prayer.
Your Eliza
***
Letter from Eliza to her Father, 1740 FOUR
I am sensible and
I esteem the fight
as well as the love
Advantages arise
These mere trifles
honored a just cause
as well as every means
to retract anything more
than I deserve.
