To my office all the morning, after I was up (my wife beginning to make me lie long a mornings), where we sat till noon, and then dined at home, and after a little with my workmen to my office till 9 at night, among other things examining the particulars of the miscarriage of the Satisfaction, sunk the other day on the Dutch coast through the negligence of the pilott.
I lie till noon
and dine till nine at night
examining the miscarriage
of satisfaction
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Saturday 4 October 1662.
Love “the miscarriage of satisfaction”
Thanks! This erasure practically wrote itself. (Though that still didn’t keep me from staring at the text for an hour and a half, weighing alternatives.)